Title: Rope 
Author: Cally  (kbramley@oberon.ark.com) 
Pairing: Boromir/Merry/Pippin 
Rating: NC-17 
Summary: Lessons in Knots. 
Disclaimer: If I owned 'em this would be based on real events. 
Category: Pwp with a little Humor 
Distribution: Ask and ye shall receive 
Notes: This is for my list sibs 
Feedback: I would love some, after all my first story and I'd like to know 
what I'm doing right and/or wrong 
 
 
 
Boromir was digging through his pack, trying to find the rope that he had 
stored there. He was going to teach his little ones about tying knots. He 
thought that they should have some skills that would be good on their 
quest as well as their life when they returned to the Shire. //Aha// He 
thought when his hand grasped the rough coils of rope. Walking back to 
the tree he had left them sitting against he found them in much the same 
position. First he told them about all the situations where this skill could 
be useful, then all the names of the knots he knew. After he had 
demonstrated on Merry for Pippin and on Pippin for Merry he began to 
coil the rope back up. 
 
 
"Boromir, maybe it would be good for Merry and me to tie you up, to see 
if a man experienced with knots could get out of them?" Thinking about 
the question he thought that it might be a good idea. After all if they had to 
subdue a captive with knowledge of knots they should know how to tie it 
so that even he couldn't get out. 
 
 
"All right then" Boromir said, settling down comfortably. After Merry and 
Pippin were done their work, they moved to seat themselves in front of 
Boromir to watch the look of concentration on his face. After trying for 
several moments to get the knots undone he gave up, sighing in 
appreciation of the two hobbits' work. 
 
 
"Well done little ones. If I were an enemy you would have me completely 
at your mercy." 
 
 
"What makes you think that we don't have you at our mercy already?" 
Pippin asked with a smirk 
 
 
"I'm your friend and companion. Surely you would not treat me as you 
would treat an enemy?" It was more of a statement than a question but still 
something he felt that, in light of this situation, he should have an answer 
to. 
 
 
"Of course we wouldn't treat you as an enemy, but we will, however, treat 
you." 

Pippin let out a little giggle at Merry's words. Oh they would treat him all 
right. Moving slowly to Boromir's side the hobbits made quick work of 
Boromir's clothes, baring his tanned and muscled flesh to hot and greedy 
gazes. 
 
 
"What are you doi-" Boromir was cut off as Merry tied a scarf around his 
mouth. Where Merry had come up with the scarf was the last thing on 
Boromir's mind. 
 
 
"We did not tie you up to listen to you speak Boromir, we tied you up for 
more…pleasurable reasons." Pippin said, seeing the astonished look in 
Boromir's eyes. The hobbits moved as close to Boromir as they could get, 
eyes raked over flesh followed quickly by tongues, lips and hands.  
 
 
Boromir's mind resisted the thought of being with the hobbits because they 
were his friends, and well, they were his *little* ones. His body however 
had no such qualms, hardening as soon as a moist, hot hobbit tongue met 
his flesh. With breath caught in his throat, Boromir arched his back trying 
to get more of the teasing touches. After teasing him for a little longer his 
tormentors finally relented and decided to give him his release. 
 
 
Pippin slid down his body while Merry continued the ministrations to his 
chest. Grasping Boromir's cock in his hands he teased the tip with his 
tongue, hands fondling his balls. Moving his head up and down slowly he 
took more and more of the large, sensitive cock in his mouth, finally 
taking the entire thing he squeezed a little on Boromir's balls and heard the 
beautiful sound of Boromir coming; a cross between a groan and a curse. 
Easing off Boromir they waited for him to say something. 
 
 
"Well, who knew little hobbits could be so.."