Title: Bad Judgment

Summary: Frodo’s need for Sam causes him to make some poor decisions, 
or so he thinks.

Pairing: Frodo/Sam

Rating: NC17

Warnings: Group/Het/Slash/bondage/mild torture …hey the more the 
merrier

Author: Mithriltoering (Snrn228@aol.com)





What had he been thinking?  Frodo shook his head in despair and braced 
himself for another long evening at home.  The idea of keeping Sam at 
Bag End had seemed inspired.  How else could he manage things, 
certainly not alone?  It had been his idea and Sam had jumped at the 
chance to remain close to his master.  His motives, however where not as 
pure as everyone thought; he hoped that no one gave it much thought.

It was true that Bag End was far too large for just him.  He could not see 
himself rattling about the place in silence day after day.  Sam of course 
would still have been about the place working; somehow it would not have 
been enough.  And so he had invited him and his bride to be, to move in.  
The trouble began shortly after he returned home.  The couple had enjoyed 
their honeymoon and Frodo had escaped to Buckland for a visit to allow 
them some privacy.

Frodo thought back, trying to remember when it was that he had begun to 
think of Sam as more than his servant.  It had been long years of course, 
he had thought of him as a close friend for as long as he could remember.  
But somewhere in that time his mind had crossed over to thinking of Sam 
as something more. For at least several years before the quest he had 
begun to daydream about his friend.  He had never given his sexuality 
much thought at all; really it was all a nuisance.  Lasses, courting and all 
the complications; he had never had time for it. After Bilbo left he had 
entertained a few lasses; he had even learned a few things, but he never 
really felt anything beyond friendship with any of them.

He submerged himself into his books and writing; ignoring a small part of 
his mind that told him how good Sam looked in the late summer sun.  It 
was midsummer, some year distant, back before the quest that somehow 
suddenly he knew.  The realization hit him one afternoon as he watched, 
as usual, Sam working.  Sam had his back turned toward Bag End facing 
away into the brush.  Frodo recalled squinting trying to make out what he 
was doing; he turned away when he realized that Sam was simply 
relieving himself.  For a moment the picture flashed through his mind and 
Frodo had blushed hotly.  The thought of Sam handling himself had sent a 
hot wave of pleasure to his own groin.
He had denied it to himself of course, and though now he no longer denied 
it he still had never spoken.  Never had he pursued Sam and he never 
would.  He had contented himself for years just being near him, watching 
him and aching for him.  At night it was visions of Sam that he conjured 
as he stroked himself to sweet release.  It was all he had; all he thought he 
needed until…the happy couple joined him.

Rosie was a lovely lass and Frodo did not begrudge her for her love of 
Sam.  It was obvious to him why she loved him.  Rosie was not the 
problem in fact Frodo thought that he could even be attracted to Rose in a 
way he didn’t think possible for him.  He smiled to himself as vivid 
images sprang to mind.  He prided himself on his imagination, after all he 
was completely with out experience, so what he pictured was all 
imaginings.

His vivid imagination was now the problem; the sounds that traveled 
through the smial at night were feeding his need.  Why it had never 
crossed his mind that this could be a problem was beyond him.  All he 
knew was that every night was torturous; Sam and Rosie apparently took 
great delight in one another.  The panting, and moans of pleasure made it 
impossible for Frodo to relax.  The minute it began, his mind wandered 
and the warm tingling would start in the pit of his stomach and his back. 
He would harden and then, well; there was not much he could do but to 
relieve himself.  Some nights however, it went on and on and he awoke in 
the morning as hard as ever. His mood would be foul and Sam would 
wonder at him; it was just not working out.  He was going away for a bit, 
off to Buckland, he needed to speak to Merry he would understand.


He bid Sam and Rosie goodbye, kissing both as he climbed astride his 
pony.  “I’ll be back in a few days,” he proclaimed.  Sam wore the 
expression that Frodo loved the most.  He was worried about him he could 
tell; yet he was still so happy and full of life.  It burned in Frodo’s heart he 
wanted so much to cause Sam to be that happy every day.  

The ride was uneventful and Frodo arrived at Brandyhall late in the 
evening.  Merry met him and walked with him to the stables.  Merry 
looked skeptically at His cousin wondering what was bothering him.  He 
had known Frodo for far too long and under too many circumstances to be 
fooled by Frodo’s façade.

“Out with it Cousin”, Merry spouted with out waiting.

“Out with what?” Frodo feigned ignorance.

“Frodo, when are you ever going to learn; you can’t hide from me?”

“I have hidden more from you than you will ever know, cousin.” Frodo 
smirked as Merry looked at him surprised. “Lets go for a walk, Merry and 
I’ll tell you all about it.”

The conversation started not at all as Merry thought it would.  Frodo had 
simply blurted out that he was a virgin.  Merry had quickly stifled a laugh, 
at the presumed joke, once he looked at Frodo’s face.  He was serious, and 
it took Merry a moment to recover.
Frodo smiled at his cousin’s confused face.  So he had fooled them all, he 
thought.  For many years Frodo had cultivated a mysterious air about 
himself; he never answered questions about his exploits.  He never lied, 
they all just presumed and he did not correct them.

Merry stopped walking and turned toward Frodo.  The light evening 
breeze was softly rustling the leaves above them.  Merry looked at his 
cousin as the breeze also caught his dark curls blowing them lightly from 
his face.  So beautiful, he thought to himself how is it possible.  “Never?” 
Merry asked.  Frodo shook his head in confirmation, “never”.
Merry not one to be shocked for long continued,  “so what then is the 
problem Frodo? I don’t suppose this is something you just realized about 
yourself; what, after all these years of celibacy, is bothering you?”

Frodo stood arms crossed looking down at his toes.  “Merry, leave it to 
you to dig right into the core of the problem.”  He sighed,  “It’s Sam”.  
The silence that followed was deafening as Merry silently absorbed what 
had been said.  “Sam? You…and Sam?” Merry stumbled over the words.  
“No, no Merry I want too but; oh Merry I wouldn’t even know where to 
start.”   “Perhaps you should have thought of this before he married and 
moved into your home!” Merry chuckled in spite of himself.

“Ah now we come to it Merry; I have felt like this for Sam for years but I 
would never approach him for THAT!  I have always taken care of things 
so to speak, and have been quite content.  Until now that is; the two of 
them together under my roof; my heavens Merry, its more than I can take.  
I can never get away; both of them are so lovely I think perhaps I’d like 
them both.”  Frodo blushed hotly and turned away from Merry.

“Frodo my dear cousin you are in luck.  I don’t know about Rosie, but I 
happen to know that our dear Sam loves you deeply.  And perhaps you are 
just in need of a bit of education. Fortunately Pip is in town too so you can 
watch and learn.”  With that Merry stepped close to Frodo and placed his 
hands gently on his shoulders.  He looked into the eyes of his dear cousin 
smiling.  “I love you too you know, silly Baggins; there was no need for 
you to go all this time with out any fun at all.”

Frodo was frozen where he stood.  Merry was so close to him he could 
feel the warmth of his body radiating to him.  His soft breaths wafted 
across his ear as he spoke to him of love. His eyes drifted closed as 
Merry’s lips touched his softly.  His mind registered pleasure and joy as he 
felt Merry’s hand travel from his shoulders to his neck.  His thumbs traced 
along his jaw as his fingers tangled into his thick hair at his collar.  The 
touch of Merry’s tongue to his lips was questioning and gentle.  He simply 
flicked against Frodo’s full lips until finally he let a soft moan escape, 
parting his lips.

Merry sighed deeply and pulled Frodo tighter to himself.  Frodo’s hands 
had been paralyzed at his sides but as Merry continued to press into is 
mouth with his hot tongue Frodo held to him out of need.  He felt like his 
legs may give way at any moment.  He ran his hands up Merry’s sides and 
up his chest.  He found himself unbuttoning his shirt frantic to feel skin 
under his hot palms.  Merry sighed as he felt Frodo slide his hands inside 
his shirt and run his thumbs over his taunt nipples.  Frodo moaned in 
response, and felt the hot jolt to his groin as if struck by lightning.  He felt 
his breath quicken and his knees weaken further; he wrapped his arms 
around Merry and pulled him tightly to himself.  When their engorged 
members pressed together Frodo thought he would pass out.  He groaned 
and pulled away from Merry’s insistent mouth, though still held tightly to 
his cousin.  “My God, Merry are you trying to kill me?”  Frodo panted.

“Good Heavens Frodo you are hard up. That was lesson one.  Lesson 
two…” Merry moved quickly, he unbuttoned Frodo’s Breeches and pulled 
them around his ankles before he could protest.  “Lesson two; would be 
oral pleasure my friend,” he pushed Frodo down to the ground to lean 
against an old tree.  He knelt before Frodo relishing the shocked, dazed 
expression on his beautiful face.  “This is something that I have thought 
you needed for a long time Frodo.”

Unnghnnnnn…The loud groan escaped Frodo’s lips as he watched Merry 
take the head of his cock into his mouth.  Frodo’s hips bucked and he 
writhed at the new sensations barraging his brain.  Merry was relishing 
every grunt and thrust of his dear cousin his ministrations gauged to 
torture, not to push him over the edge.  Not yet, he had plans for Frodo.   
Frodo’s eyes rolled back in his head, he tried to gain control of his body; it 
was no use Merry was in control not him.  He felt the hot wetness swirling 
around him, teasing and torturing him.  He grunted when he felt a hand 
wrap around him and yet did nothing.  A soft stroking of his testicles 
began he had no idea what Merry was doing, he didn’t really care.

Merry was slowly working himself into a heated frenzy.  The teasing of 
his cousin was almost as hard on him as it was on Frodo.  He held Frodo 
securely with his mouth, tongue swirling, and his right hand held the base 
of his cock tightly and his thumb stroked below. He could feel Frodo’s 
need in the pulsing of his hips; restrained but still seeking some movement 
and release.  His other hand had found its way to his own engorged penis; 
he gently stroked himself sliding his thumb around the tip spreading the 
slippery precum as he went.  He moaned softly around Frodo, as he felt 
himself throb in his own hand. 

 Suddenly he decided that lesson two had gone on quite long enough.  He 
slid his mouth over Frodo’s cock until the entire length was lost in his 
throat.  At the same time he pulled his own breeches off.  Abruptly he 
pulled away from Frodo even as his cousin seemed on the verge of losing 
control.   “Oh God Merry, Don’t stop, please don’t!”  Merry smiled as he 
leaned over Frodo watching him toss his head back and forth begging.  It 
was an evil streak he had; he loved to make his partners beg the more the 
better.  And Frodo was doing an exceptional job at begging; Merry could 
almost come looking at him.


Merry climbed up bracing himself over Frodo; his hands on the ground 
just outside his shoulders.  He bent to kiss him again teasing his lips with 
his tongue.  “Lesson three my dear Frodo, seems so simple but done just 
right can melt your bones.”  With that said, Merry slid himself down 
against Frodo pressing their hard rods into each other.  Frodo bucked his 
hips at the contact and reached up and held Merry.  Merry looked down on 
Frodo, noting the fine sheen of sweat over his sweet face.  Frodo’s eyes 
were dark a deep azure blue, a color Merry had never seen before.  His 
breath came in short grunting pants.  Merry began to slide himself against 
Frodo their sweat making things slick and smooth.  Frodo arched sharply 
and groaned and cried out,  “OGODMERRY, more, don’t stop, don’t stop 
he panted over and over.  Of course, Merry stopped, he licked the tip of 
Frodo’s ear and whispered, “not so fast, my dearest”. 

 Frodo was furious; he had never been so frustrated in his life.  Merry had 
lit a fuse in him that was very short, and Frodo was going to have his way 
no matter what Merry’s plans were.  “Meriadoc, NO!” Frodo, pushed him 
over to his back and lay atop of him; pinning him to the ground.  Frodo 
held Merry’s hands over his head; and pressed his painful erection into 
Merry.  Merry easily could have removed Frodo from his position but he 
knew when enough was enough.  He had pushed Frodo a bit too far 
perhaps; he moaned as he felt him sliding against his own cock.  “Frodo 
let me go,” Merry said seriously. “Let me help you, I’m sorry.”

Frodo paused at the change in Merry’s voice.  “Merry, so help me, if you 
tease me a moment longer…” he thrust himself once more against Merry’s 
firm belly and cock groaning.  “No, Frodo no more teasing…what do you 
want me to do?” 

Frodo felt himself throbbing at the thought, what did he want? He wasn’t 
sure; he didn’t know anything but what he’d read, and what Merry had 
taught him this very night.  Frodo moaned and leaned into Merry for a 
deep kiss, he mumbled against his lips…Lesson two please.  He blushed 
yet again as he made the request.  Merry grinned, and permission given he 
easily broke from Frodo’s grasp and rolled him to his back.  Merry paused 
only to look at the beauty of Frodo’s body.  His taunt organ pulsed in 
anticipation; the head a deep, red seeping and ready to burst.  Merry licked 
his lips and went down in earnest; he set up a rhythm that he knew would 
take Frodo over the edge.  

Frodo watched as Merry swirled and licked and pumped his cock. He was 
close, so close he saw that Merry was also pumping his own cock. His 
hips began to move and he slid deeper into Merry’s welcoming mouth, 
groaning.  “Merry…I’m going to…” Merry pumped him faster and 
glanced up quickly,  “Go on Frodo, Come for me…” And with that Frodo 
did, he cried out loudly as he felt the pulsations overtake him, the sweet 
release, made all the sweeter by the intense teasing and loving attention.  
Frodo couldn’t remember ever coming so hard.  Before he could think 
further and before the swells of pleasure had subsided Merry was 
straddling his hips still stroking himself.  Frodo never even thought twice, 
Merry had done this for him and he would return the favor.  He grasped 
Merry’s buttocks and pulled him to his mouth. Taking his amazing cock in 
his own hands and taking over the rhythm; he took the tip into his mouth. 
Merry tasted wonderful; somewhere in his mind it confirmed something 
for Frodo.

Merry had sucked Frodo until he could stand it no longer; he was going to 
burst.  He knelt astride his cousin hoping he would touch him.  And Frodo, 
dear Frodo took him and stroked him, and before he knew what to say had 
taken him into his warm sweet mouth.  It took mere moments and Merry 
was coming, coming into Frodo’s throat; it was overwhelming.  He 
pumped and groaned until he was spent.  Frodo swallowed each drop 
relishing it.

 Frodo was stunned at how sated he felt, he couldn’t believe that he had 
denied himself this pleasure all these long years.  He vowed to himself 
then and there he would not waste another moment.  Merry collapsed 
beside him, his arm across his chest a leg crossed over his knees.  “Thank 
you Merry; I hope that there are more lessons to follow”.  Merry chuckled, 
“Frodo, you have no idea.”

The two rested comfortably for a time; the air grew chill on their damp 
bodies and they rose and dressed and headed back to Brandyhall.

A rather irate Pippin met Merry as he entered his rooms.  It took much 
explaining by the two truants to get Pippin to understand.  Frodo really 
had no intention of sharing his problems with any but Merry.  But it 
seemed that he had missed something and that Merry and Pippin were 
quite ‘involved’.  Merry explained on the way back that he and Pippin had 
been ‘lovers’ since they had been in Rivendell.  Frodo wondered what he 
had been thinking to miss so important a development between his two 
favorite cousins.  The quest of course, he had thought of little else at the 
time.  The Ring had been his mistress then and little could pull his mind 
from her.  

Merry took Pippin aside and told him what had happened.  Pip looked 
upset but then grinned evilly as he glance at Frodo. Frodo swallowed the 
lump that had formed in his throat.  He was feeling a bit fearful at the look 
in Pippin’s eyes, Pippin Took could create a lot of damage; and no one 
knew it as well as Frodo, he’d know him since he was an infant.

“So, Frodo; Merry has let you in our little secret has he?  I guess it was too 
much to hope to keep him all to myself forever.”  Pippin approached 
Frodo, Merry behind him smiling.  “Merry you didn’t, well; you know 
show him everything, did you?” The gleam in Pippin’s eyes was 
worrisome, and Frodo wondered what his youngest friend had in mind.
It was quite embarrassing having Pip know just how inexperienced he 
was.  Fro him to know that all his talk and evasions had been just that, a 
distraction and really all a lie. Pippin however, seemed to find it very 
exciting.  He was eager to share his experiences, and his bed with Frodo; 
his enthusiasm was contagious.  So Frodo with his new insight into 
pleasure consented to spend the night “learning” from his cousins.  

Somehow through the course of the evening it was decided that Frodo 
should watch and learn.  And Frodo now sat at the head of Merry’s large 
bed, an old mathom from his Brandybuck relations.  He wondered whether 
his decision to watch his cousins had been a bad one.  His idea of 
watching was no doubt different from Pippins.  Evidently he and Merry 
enjoyed much angst in their relations and Frodo was feeling a bit anxious.  
He should have changed his mind and run as soon as Pippin appeared with 
the rope; but his curiosity was peeked.  He had no choice now Pippin had 
secured him comfortably but securely, sitting at the head of the bed. Hand 
tied together behind him and to the headboard.  Being bound however had 
brought back some memories of the quest, he found he had to remind 
himself he was safe several times, his heart racing out of control.  He felt 
vulnerable, but he trusted Merry.

The two at first had just casually talked including Frodo in their light 
banter.  Then Pip reached over and kissed Merry.  Frodo watched as the 
two stood at the side of the bed slowly caressing each other and 
undressing for one another.  He felt the first stirrings of arousal and he 
looked down at the bulge growing in his undergarments.  Pippin had 
wanted him undressed but not totally naked and so he sat there and the 
torture began.  At first he gave it little thought, but as he watched Merry 
and Pip ravish each other his excitement and discomfort grew.  He tried to 
relax and enjoy the show, but his mind was becoming ever more focused 
on his own hardened member, and his need to touch it.

The deep kissing and touching progressed quickly and Merry and Pippin 
had stripped each other of all clothing. Their hands roamed and explored 
each other freely, Frodo found his breath coming in short gasps with 
Pippin, as Merry fondled his sac and hardened member.  He watched 
Merry control him with a touch he had never seen Pippin so “pliable”.  
When Merry drooped to his knees and took Pippin into his mouth, Pippin 
bucked his hips and cried out.  Frodo groaned aloud and the two had 
looked at him and smiled, the look they gave him made him moan deep in 
his throat, he knew they were going to make him suffer.  In fact he was 
already suffering a bit and wished he had the use of his hands.

Merry did not spend long on his oral lessons with Pippin he stopped and 
stood again in front of Pippin.  “Pip, how do you want it today?  Top, 
bottom…Give or receive?”  Pippin glanced at Frodo smirking a bit and 
pausing to think. I think…I’d like to receive, Merry, and I’d like to lay 
right here in front of Frodo so he gets a nice view. After all, we can’t have 
him missing any of the finer points.  Frodo felt him-self swelling yet more, 
and knew that he was beginning to strain against his bonds.  He had read 
about this in some of the more explicit tomes he had gotten hold of in 
Rivendell.  He had doubted it was truly an option, he wondered if the two 
really were going to do what he thought they were going to do.   When 
Pippin lay face down on the bed, his arms stretched languorously before 
him; and his rump just at the edge and legs dangling to the floor Frodo 
knew.  He braced himself and tried to pay attention to what and how thing 
were to be done.  

Merry began to slowly explain everything; it was agonizingly detailed 
from the moment he began. Merry stepped up behind Pip he let his hard 
cock rest in the crease of Pip’s tight behind.  Pippin wriggled in response 
and moaned quietly.  “Now Frodo the most important thing is preparation, 
no matter how many times one experiences this poor preparation can ruin 
it for both.  So first things first, Pip is relatively hot already, his 
excitement will make it easier.  I also am quite ready, but not so urgently 
in need that I will rush him; an important point also.  Second, the build up 
and tease, stroking touching and then finally a lubricant of some sort.  
Most natural oils are sufficient, Pip and I prefer lavender oil.”  Merry 
produced a vial of oil and uncorked it, Pippin groaned loudly as he poured 
it onto his lower back and allowed it to trickle down into is crack.  Merry 
rubbed his cock through the oil as he gently flexed his hips.  Frodo found 
his mouth was dry and he could no longer speak, only watch and pray that 
they would take mercy and set him free.  Merry’s slow oratory was 
inflaming him, his matter a fact tone contrasted deeply with the visual 
before him. 

 Merry was obviously an adept master of his body.  Frodo could see the 
pearly drops of precum at his tip, and yet he continued on slowly sliding 
himself against Pip.  “Pour more oil over your hands and then prepare 
your partner.  Pip gasped as he said it anticipating.  Frodo watched 
Pippin’s face as Merry continued with the lesson. “Take one well oiled 
finger and circle the opening, lightly at first then applying a bit of 
pressure; then just slide it in.  The moan that escaped Pippin as Merry slid 
his finger into him nearly caused Frodo to swoon.  He groaned and 
begged, “Oh God Merry let my hands free, please.”  “Now Frodo, you 
must learn patience, another important point slow is better at first.”  Frodo 
nearly growled at him, Merry merely smiled.  “To continue my dear 
cousin, slowly add you oiled fingers one at a time, usually three is 
sufficient sometimes four is fun.”  He grinned as he added a finger to 
Pippin’s eager bottom.  “Another really interesting fact is that there is a 
gland inside here, upward and forward that when you find it will cause 
great…Pippin bucked and groaned, then called out Merry’s name.  Ah, 
well you see I found it, didn’t I Pip?  Tell Frodo what that feels like 
cousin.”  

“Oh God Merry you are a bastard tonight”, Pippin moaned.

“Tell him Pip or we can be done right now”.

“Damn it Merry, come on I’m ready to burst, please”. Frodo nodded in 
agreement to Pippin’s pleas.  His own erection was becoming very 
painful; he wanted so badly to cum, his hips were flexing trying with out 
success to thrust.

Frodo saw Merry delve deeply again and the reaction on Pippin’s face 
required no explanation.  Frodo wanted to feel that good and he wanted it 
now.  Unnnghhhhh, Merry Please! He begged again.

“Pip, tell im”

“Oh god it feels like, I’m cumin over and over, a sudden sharp stab of 
ecstasy.  Oh God Merry I dunno.”

“Thank you Pip; you make my case, it is indescribable”

Merry abruptly removed his fingers from Pippin and he moaned at the 
sudden loss of fullness.  Merry took the vial and oiled his cock rubbing it 
slowly, enticing Frodo into the rhythm.  He looked at his cousin panting, 
up on his knees a growing spot of wetness on his undergarments.  His 
cheeks were flushed, his eyes dilated, nostrils flaring and a fine sheen of 
sweat had broken out over his body.  Frodo looked beautiful, “look at him 
Pip, and I told you he was lovely when he’s hot and bothered.”  Pippin 
turned and looked at Frodo also, panting as he waited for Merry to enter 
him, he nodded in agreement.  

“Frodo, are you paying attention?”  Frodo could do naught but nod and 
stare, his eyes glazing over in his passions.  “OK then, you take yourself in 
hand and place the tip at your partners entrance, then with gentle but firm 
pressure push.”  Merry did so as he spoke and his voice faltered as his 
head disappeared into Pippin. It was a brief pause but enough to let Frodo 
know this torture would not go on much longer.  Frodo watched as Merry 
slowly thrust his way all the way into Pip.  Merry’s face was description 
enough, and had it not been than the cries of pleasure from Pippin were 
confirmation.  Then Merry stopped, fully sheathed inside he rocked 
gently.  He rocked, stroking Pips prostate causing his to cry out over and 
over again.  Pippin was thrusting into the bed and begging Merry for 
more.  Frodo prayed he would not embarrass himself by coming with out a 
single touch to his painful erection. At the same time he prayed for any 
release to the agony he was in.

Finally Merry took pity on Pippin and began to thrust forcefully. Slowly 
out and deeply into Pippin he pounded repeatedly. Merry had stopped his 
commentary and now was fully involved with his own pleasure.  As he 
thrust he reached around Pippins slim hips and grasped his cock and began 
stroking.  Pippin arched nearly standing and began to whimper.  Oh 
GODYES MERRY…I’M GOING TO…yes, yes; then a groan of release 
such as Frodo had never heard before.  

Somehow Merry was able to comment, “Ah Frodo this is the best part.  
Pips muscles clenching tightly around me, and it feels so good, and tight 
and I can’t help but to hump him harder still and …OHHHHHHHHHH!”  
With one final thrust Merry came and then collapsed over Pippins back, 
panting and kissing his partners sweating back.

Frodo was gasping, teetering on the edge of an orgasm so big it would not 
be held back much longer whether anyone helped him or not.  Pippin 
looked at him through glazed eyes and smiled in pity.  He climbed out 
from under Merry and crawled over to Frodo.
Frodo moaned as Pippin ran his hands up his flanks to his chest, down his 
arms to his restrained wrists.  As he loosened the knots he kissed his chest, 
flicking his nipples with his tongue.  Frodo shuddered as Pippin brushed 
his hip against his throbbing cock.  Just as he loosed Frodo’s wrists he 
bent and took him into his mouth.  Sucking and pumping him to finally 
release him from his torment.  Frodo cried out so loudly that Merry 
jumped up and covered his mouth, He supported him and stroked his hair 
and back until the shuddering orgasm passed.  Pip sat back licking his lips 
smiling as he looked at Frodo’s nearly collapsed form.  All that supported 
him was Merry, who now was helping him slide down to sleep.  The three 
curled up together, Frodo between his two cousins.  Frodo slept soundly, 
the first time since his return home.  His last words before drifting off… 
“This was a bad decision, you two are going to kill me.”



To be continued in the “Seduction of Samwise”