Title: Gamling Falls Back 
Author: Mithriltoering  (Snrn228@aol.com) 
Pairing: Gamling/King Theoden 
 
Rating: NC 17 for graphic sexual encounter and extreme violence 
 
Warning: Pain, Torture and an untimely demise, violence, blood lust. Dark, 
though perhaps; not nearly dark enough. 
 
Disclaimer:  I do not own the characters here in represented, I make no profit 
from my writing and I don't want to.  This is a work of fan fiction, for use only by 
other fans; any other use or copying is prohibited. 
 
 
"Who am I Gamling?" 
 
"You are our King, Sire." 
 
Gamling shuddered at the utter defeat in the tone of his beloved King.  So elated 
was he to see him restored to his vigor that the rot in his heart had gone un-
noticed, at first. 
 
"And do you trust your King?" 
 
"Your men will follow you to what ever end." 
 
"To whatever end…" 
 
I will follow you anywhere my king he added in his mind.  He so longed for the 
quiet days before the sickness took him.  Then Gamling had been his council not 
Grima.  That worm had destroyed his love and his King.  A King must take care 
who he is close with; and that had been his job.  Whatever the king required he 
provided, it was not a labor to him; he truly loved him.  The King he knew then 
would never have retreated to helms deep so eagerly.  The plan seemed to slip 
into the desires of their enemies.  Was the banishment of Saruman complete? 
 
 
"Where are the horse and the rider?" 
 
"Where is the horn that was blowing?" 
 
"It has passed like rain on the mountain, like wind in the meadow." 
 
"The days have gone down in the west…into shadow". 
 
 
Such despair from the leader of his people, Gamling was afraid.  My King! Don't 
despair please.  He held the words at bay, barely.  He so wished to comfort him, 
his king, and his lover.  It had been years since things were as they should be, 
months since he was able to provide any relief or comfort to him.  Theoden King, 
his name roiled in his mind, as he looked at him in his renewed splendor; he was 
stirred.  No matter that battle was but hours away; he wanted him would do 
anything for him. 
 
He stood before him, his love bared in his eyes before his King.  A tear escaped 
his eye though he tried to blink it back.  It was so much an answer to his desires 
to see him as such, once again, Virile, and strong, in his warring gear.  Theoden 
saw the tear escape and a frown formed on his brow.  He removed his helm, and 
tilted his head as if remembering some fair distant dream.  "Gamling?" he said as 
if in a trance. 
 
"Yes sire?" 
 
"You desire me?"   
 
"Oh my King!" Gamling knelt at his feet, "always I have done whatever has been 
the Kings desire." 
 
"I wish you to desire me" 
 
This was dangerous; Gamling felt his response could cost him all he was.  He did 
desire him of course, he always had.  But his affections had always been masked 
as duty.  If the King was in need he provided an outlet for that need, there was 
never a reason for desire.  He enjoyed it but did the king wish him to do so.  He 
had never and could never lie to him and so in the split second it took to think; he 
decided. 
 
"I do, my Lord." 
 
"Say it Gamling." 
 
"I desire you my Lord." 
 
He had said it, it was liberating yet he feared the truth of it.  Theoden was not 
himself, he was fey and dark; who could know what he was thinking.  
 
"Then come Gamling, we will take what comfort we can before the battle." 
 
He reached for him, and placed his hand on the shoulder of his commander.  
Vaguely he remembered Gamling pleasuring him; relieving the tensions of his 
lonely kingship.  So trustworthy, all those years, no one knew how the King 
managed his passions.  It was a dark and forbidden secret, a horrid taboo in his 
own land.  He both loved and despised him.  Needed and rejected him, his need 
was his weakness and therefore his need must be vanquished. 
 
Such were the dark and torrid thoughts of the king as he led his soldier, his 
advisor his confidant to his dank chambers in the fortress of helms deep. All was 
prepared; war was upon them, so near; yet not so close as he could not take 
time to do what he needed to do. 
 
As the door closed behind him Theoden unlaced the flap of his breeches.  He 
released his aching cock from its confinement, gently stroking it.  Displaying it for 
him was part of the enjoyment, watching Gamling like this was always a way to 
heighten his own lust.  Gamling would do nothing until commanded, that was the 
way of it, and no amount of desire could change that fact. 
 
Gamling looked on as his love pulled out his hardening member; he felt the 
swelling in his own tight breeches.  His armor pressing in tightly to his groin 
caused a pain as if he was being stabbed.  He suppressed a groan and a 
grimace, such joy and pain together.  He could do nothing but suffer until he was 
commanded to do something; he waited in delighted agony for his instruction; no 
command came.   
 
Theoden stood before him; he continued to slowly stroke himself, teasing his 
cock to a delightful fullness.  He moaned in the back of his throat watching the 
discomfort of Gamling before him.  He commanded him to watch; now he could 
not turn away or even close his eyes without further command.  His pace 
quickened knowing the agony he was forcing his observer to endure.  He had 
always enjoyed the torture, the extended fore play, watching the play of emotions 
on his face.  The struggle that it caused his servant was exquisite.  He felt a 
small pulsation and felt the first moistness gather at his tip.  He knew Gamling 
would see it in a moment, He slowed his next stroke and brought his thumb up to 
glide through the slickness gathered; he moaned at the sensation. 
 
Gamling shuddered again as the King continued; it was the same game though 
seemingly, without end.  Never was he forced to endure for so long and never in 
full armor.  Perhaps the King had just forgotten how terribly confining and painful 
armor was in this circumstance.  His member had risen and yet was caught 
beneath the hard edge of his abdominal plate of Armor.  He flexed his hips trying 
to free himself of the agony but he dared not try to move further.  He was not a 
small man by any measure and his cock strained against its confines.  It took all 
his will not to cry out for mercy, still he watched even as his king drew himself 
closer to a release he wished to give him. 
 
Theoden scowled darkly at the man before him.  His weakness was pathetic he 
saw him trying to move, to disobey his command to be still and watch.  A rage 
began to smolder in his mind and heart, and even as he pleasured himself his 
anger grew with the heat in his loins.  He stepped briskly forward and slapped the 
face of his servant.  The blow sent shocks of pleasure through both men and 
Gamling cried out in the joy of his master's touch.  He knew what the cry would 
bring; more punishment and he braced himself for the ecstasy of it.   
 
Theoden took hold of the graying head before him; he roughly pulled Gamling 
against his throbbing cock.  "Open you mouth Gamling", the king commanded, 
his voice was throaty and deep.  An evil gleam appeared in Theoden's eyes as 
he rammed his member into the throat of the worthless bag of bones before him.  
Still his anger and pleasure grew; he would not be easily satisfied, his needs 
must be met. 
 
Gamling dared to glance up at his King and what he saw was not what he 
expected.  This was not the King he loved.  The evil light in his eyes was not 
Theoden of Rohan; the thought passed his mind, that perhaps Saruman had not 
been totally vanquished from Rohan's King.  He gagged and drooled as the King 
drove his hard shaft repeatedly down his throat.  He was suffocating for Theoden 
left no time to breath; his thrusts were demanding and urgent and yet he did not 
release.  Gamling's thoughts wandered as all grew black and he felt him self 
falling limply back. 
 
Theoden watched as his so-called first in command succumbed so easily, the 
weakness was disgusting.  He hated him for it, would destroy him for it.  The 
retching and gagging infuriated him beyond reason; and he thrust harder into his 
throat.  His intent was to make him suffer and he was enjoying it.  The bluing of 
the skin and the rolling of his eyes preceded the ultimate sin.  Gamling had 
moved from his ordered position and lay prostrate on the floor. 
 
Theoden screamed in rage, his passion had been nearing an apex when his 
servant passed out. He knew his rage was in control and for once he cared not. 
For too long had Gamling taken for granted his position with the King and now he 
would pay.  He knelt between his thighs and loosened the armor.  He reached 
under and untied the breeches of the one before him.  Though he had gone 
unconscious Gamling's member had remained semi erect; the king grabbed it 
and twisted in a rage. 
 
Somewhere in his hazy mind Gamling wished to die, knew in fact he would most 
likely die.  He felt his breeches untied and then the excruciating agony began.  
The pain erased any beginnings of consciousness; outwardly he moaned and 
thrashed weakly.  
 
Theoden bent his head and bit into the other man's thigh, drawing blood. He lifted 
his head with blood dripping from his lips, the warmth of it a new sensation.  He 
rolled the body over ripping furiously at his clothing pulling his breeches down.  
With strength not his own he lifted him to his knees.  Theoden took his short 
sword from its scabbard and sliced a long deep slash across Gamling's buttocks.  
He watch with fascination as the blood roiled out of the gaping wound.  His cock 
twitching in excitement of the kill, of the conquest of the blood, Theoden grinned.  
He took his throbbing rod and thrust it into the wound groaning in ultimate thrill.  
Yet it still was not enough he wished his victim to know what was happening to 
him.   
 
He turned the unconscious man over yet again. "Gamling! GAMLING!" Theoden 
roared.  Gamling felt himself waking from nightmare into nightmare an agonizing 
burning pain in his leg and buttocks, he groaned a response to the well-known 
voice calling to him.  Then he felt a mouth on his cock, bringing it back to 
hardness and himself back to wakeful desire, the pain all but forgotten for the 
moment.  He was not fully aware and he moved and thrust into the Kings mouth, 
finding joyous friction and nearing release.  Then it stopped. UNNNGGGGG! He 
cried out in need. "Gamling are you with me?"  The voice again, he thought; "Yes 
sire", he whispered in response. 
 
"Good", "Now I am going to fuck you to death, do you understand me."  The cold 
causal tone of the voice drew him in and he responded, "Yes sire", He knew it 
was truth. He was fully awake now though weak, he followed the Kings 
commands.  He turned to his knees and swooned as he saw the pool of his own 
blood beneath his hands.  He felt the King prepare him, first one finger, then two 
and finally a third.  He drove them in deeply finally finding the pleasure zone and 
stoked it repeatedly.  Despite his agony Gamling cried out at the jolts shooting 
through his body his cock throbbing and oozing.  Theoden then rammed his huge 
cock, slicked with his partner's own blood, deeply into him.  He thrust over and 
over, listening to the pain/pleasure cries emitted from him.  As he neared his 
climax Theoden again took his blade to the skin before him making fine slices, 
the flow of blood pulsed down his thighs.  
 
Gamling cried out yet again and his body though ravaged responded to the 
battering.  As he began to climax he felt cold steel upon his neck.  The pain was 
minimal and the lack of oxygen to his brain caused a bright light to flash across 
his vision.  At the same time his nerves sent the pleasure messages to his brain.  
The orgasm was searing, bright and finally fatal. 
 
Theoden dropped Gamling's head to the floor with a thud.  He continued to thrust 
into him yet he could find no release in the now slack orifice.  Fuck you Gamling, 
he thought; it was a final insult to him that he refused to give pleasure before he 
died.  He pulled back and took his sword and pressing it deeply into the corpses 
rectum, slicing the delicate tissue.  He lay flat then against him thrusting and 
cursing him until finally he came to a pulsing powerful release.  He smeared his 
seed with the pools of blood fascinated by the texture of the congealing masses 
on the floor and on the body before him.  He tore Gamling's breeches from him 
and wiped his cock clean, clothed himself and left with out a glance behind him. 
 
The battle would proceed with out him, all was lost anyway it mattered not.  If any 
survived it would be assumed that he was killed by an enraged orc.  No one 
would ever expect the King of Rohan capable of such atrocity.  He smiled 
wickedly as he closed the door behind himself.  He was powerful, he was in 
command his weakness defeated and his need sated, until the next time the 
blood lust took him and he killed again. 
 
 
             The End, for now