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Sam rubbed at the chill on his arms and cast a furtive glance over his shoulder down the Row while he waited for the door to Bag End to open. He had slipped out only when all of Number Three was asleep and it was very late but these parties of Mr. Baggins’ took their most interesting turn only long after most of the Shire had closed the shutters for the night. Finally, the door opened and a dim streak of light from further in the smial fell onto his feet. Mr. Merry greeted him with an almost giddy grin and a slightly flushed face.
“Hullo Sam! Finally! We’ve all been waiting for you and you sure took your time, didn’t you?”
Sam frowned as he slipped through the door, closing and bolting it behind himself.
“Rather thought you’d start without me. There wasn’t a need to wait.”
“Oh no, we’ve started a while ago, only he won’t let anyone at his cunt yet. Apparently, that first shot is only for you.”
Sam blushed as he followed him down the hall but didn’t say anything. He could hear low noises now, quiet voices and half-stifled whining. They stepped through another door and closed it behind themselves. These parties at Bag End were well known in certain circles but never talked about outside of the invitees’ privacy. And as well-insulated as the old hole was, they gathered in the largest of the back rooms far in the hill where there were no windows and no risk of any noises they would be making escaping out into the quietness of Bag Shot Row.
There was a broad couch against one wall and an abundance of mattresses, cushions, pillows, and blankets scattered along the walls and over most of the floor, with only a few chairs in between and a small table with snacks and drinks in one corner. Hobbits were also scattered around the room. They were conversing quietly in small groups, many with drinks and small plates in their hands and laps. Some had their hands inside their own or somebody else’s clothes. All of them had their attention on the centre of the room where Mr. Frodo Baggins, the master of Bag End, had his hands clasped on this fourth cousin Brodia’s shoulders for balance. She was stroking his hair and neck, pressing soft open-mouthed kisses to his flushed face now and then, and talking to him tenderly, only just loud enough for the room to catch snatches.
“-well, aren’t you? It’s not long now, I’m sure.”
Frodo was breathing heavily and occasionally letting escape little whines that Sam had already heard just outside the door. He worried for a moment about the noise when the night drew on and things got rowdier but they had done this many times now and had caught nobody’s attention. He dismissed the thought and returned his focus to Frodo in Fredegar “Fatty” Bolger’s lap who was seated on a sturdy wooden chair and had his hands firmly clasped on Frodo’s hips. Fatty’s thighs were so broad and Frodo’s legs a little on the shorter side, so that his feet did not reach the floor and he was helpless to the other hobbit’s whims. But Fatty’s arms were strong and he never had trouble manhandling Frodo about for whatever their needs may be. He was lifting him up and down now, at a leisurely pace, sliding him along the cock in his arse. The guests were all still fully dressed, even if a few buttons on trousers and blouses had been opened. Even Fatty had only pulled his trousers open enough to pull his cock out, his shirt still on, if opened to reveal the firm swell of his impressive gut, already glistening with a thin layer of sweat. Frodo, however, was entirely naked and there was a lovely rose colouring spread over his whole body, from his curling and twitching toes only just brushing the floor, over his plump arse and straining back, his little tits bouncing with Fatty’s ministrations, to his lovely face, mouth pink and moist and open, eyes on his cousin’s face as she talked him through the as of yet still quite gentle fucking. He hadn’t yet noticed the newcomers but many of the other hobbits had, some sitting up a little, eyes darting between Sam and Frodo. Fatty grinned at Sam then picked up the pace a little, hips pumping up as he pulled Frodo down. Frodo gasped as he slid deeper and bit his lips against a groan when Fatty swatted at his ass.
“Well then, my dear hobbit, seems like your heart’s desire has finally arrived.”
Frodo sat up and Brodia stepped back, biting her lip and sliding her palms down the front of her dress. Frodo put his hands over Fatty’s for balance and looked around.
“Sam.” he breathed when his eyes fell on him, then let out the first moan Sam had heard from him tonight as Fatty really put strength into his thrusts now, his eyes fixed on where he was sliding in and out of Frodo.
Sam walked over, not quite managing a casual pace but keeping himself from rushing. Frodo's gaze followed his every move. Sam stood close, almost between Fatty’s legs, and looked down at Frodo, who was fixed on him even as he bounced on his friend’s cock, panting heavily now.
“Sam.” he said again. “I’m so glad you’ve come.”
Sam smiled and brushed his tousled locks out of his face. “As always, I’m glad of the invitation, Mr. Frodo.”
Frodo shuddered. Sam usually dropped the honorific during these parties, but he had only just arrived.
“I see you are being good, letting Mr. Bolger take his pleasure from you?”
Fatty groaned at his words and canted his hips to change the angle as he fucked up into Frodo. Frodo moaned again and said “Yes, Sam.” as if only to say his name again.
“Has anyone else had you yet?” Sam asked.
Frodo shook his head. “No, Sam. I’ve been waiting for you. Merry is cross with me for it.” He threw a grin at his cousin who was rubbing himself lightly through his trousers. Merry raised an eyebrow at him. Returning his gaze to Sam, Frodo leaned forward, bringing their faces closer. Sam could not help but lean down a bit, enchanted by Frodo’s beautiful face and the look in his eyes. Even the slight shift made both Frodo and Fatty moan. He gripped Frodo tighter so he wouldn’t tumble down off his cock.
“I want you in my other hole first, Sam.” Frodo almost whispered at him. “I miss you Sam, all the time. Please, will you touch me tonight? Make love to me? Please, Sam, please.”
Sam swallowed heavily. When he had first been invited to one of these parties, but a few years after Mr. Bilbo had up and left, there had been little order or preparation to the affair. It had been little more than a gathering of friends that evolved from drinking together in the comfort of Bag End to Mr. Frodo asking his guests to take their turns with all his holes, filling him up until he asked them to stop or passed out. Sam had been dumbstruck, certain that it was a joke in poor taste and too much beer, but Merry Brandybuck and Fredegar Bolger who had apparently been involved in the planning of the evening had started kissing and fondling and undressing Mr. Frodo until Mr. Merry had been on top of him driving into his cunt, while Mr. Frodo suckled on Mr. Fredegar’s cock. Only when Mr. Merry had caught some of his own cum dribbling from Mr. Frodo’s hole to rub it into his stiff little prick and make him come had Sam squeaked out his concerns about getting Mr. Baggins pregnant. Mr. Frodo had moaned and twitched and shuddered at this, unable to keep his mouth on Mr. Fredegar as he came. Mr. Fredegar had rubbed himself to shoot onto Mr. Frodo’s face and chest. The young Master Baggins had then looked at Sam with hooded eyes and with seed on his face and explained that he took the right herbs to keep it from taking in him and that Sam should come and make use of that.
Sam would never forget that first time with Frodo but it had been only one round of many of that night and he had been invited regularly since then. The nature of their activities had also quickly wiped out his uncertainty about being invited to a gentlehobbit’s party, only being his gardener, no matter how well he and Mr. Frodo had got on ever since they were young. The parties had slowly grown into a slightly larger and more organised affair, including introductions of the rules for first-time participants.
A few months ago now Frodo had started refusing anyone who was not Sam trying to take the first round with his cunt. Sam didn’t know why, there was never much room for talk during these sessions and outside of them it seemed to him that they were all pretending that the parties didn’t exist, so there had not been an opportunity to ask. He could do nothing but accept that Frodo had decided the first one to fuck his still tight pussy at these parties would always be Sam. Something about that, about how Frodo asked for it, seemed different tonight, but searching his eyes, Sam could not discern what it was, so he hummed and petted Frodo’s hair gently, making the other hobbit close his eyes and lean into his touch even as he was jostled by Fatty driving his prick into his arse. During the last of their erotic get-togethers, Sam had discovered that his privilege with Frodo’s cunt did not at all mean that he had to rush to it.
“Of course I will, don’t you worry. But first I would like to see you come on a prick in your backside, hm? You like it, don’t you? It feels good?”
Frodo groaned and nodded.
“Tell me how good it feels?”
“It feels good, it feels so good.” Frodo panted, now doing his best to roll his hips back into Fatty’s thrusts.
“Yeah?” Sam coaxed.
“Yes, yes, oh, it feels so good to have a cock in my arse. I like it, I like it so much. Sam please, touch me, please, I need you.”
“Oh, my dear.” Sam tenderly ran his fingers along Frodo’s ears. “I will. As soon as you come on that cock, alright? I know you can do it.”
He did know for a fact how spectacularly Frodo could come from nothing but having his arse fucked, had witnessed it several times. Frodo whined and surged forward to kiss Sam, messy and ungraceful, since his whole body still shook from Fatty’s thrusts who grunted with every surge of his hips upwards. Sam indulged him for a moment before gently pushing him back to lean against Fatty. Frodo closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of being fucked. Fatty didn’t last much longer though. His thrusts became frantic, the force of them making the chair under them shudder, both hobbits moaning and gasping until Fatty stilled and pumped Frodo full while he whined and tried to continue rolling his hips against Fatty’s hands keeping him pinned on his cock. Eventually he too stilled, breathing heavily and peering up at Sam.
“Did he come?” Fatty asked and stroked Frodo’s sides and belly.
“Not yet.” Sam replied. “Can you keep going?”
Fatty sighed and tweaked one of Frodo’s nipples, making him twitch.
“I don’t think I can get him there just yet. Maybe someone else would like to take over.”
Sam hummed thoughtfully and admired the sight before him. Frodo’s hips and legs were still twitching, almost out of his control, his chest was heaving with his breath, pulling the attention to his small and lovely breasts, and the hair between his legs was already soaked. Glistening slick trailed down to where he was still impaled on Fatty’s penis, and his own little prick stood forward, stiff and flushed with arousal. Sam’s fingers twitched and he admonished himself inwardly to patience as he smiled at Frodo. Just then Merry appeared next to him, licking his lips and gripping himself tightly through his trousers. Fatty raised an eyebrow at him.
“Alright.” Sam said and wondered distantly when he had become the one in charge of Frodo here. “Merry will make you come, how’s that?”
Frodo nodded and reached a hand out for his cousin, who took it and stepped close to kiss Frodo on the cheek. This made Frodo smile and hum contentedly. He turned his head slightly and brushed their noses together. Sam’s stomach did something strange at this display of tenderness but he stepped back, glancing at the surrounding hobbits.
“Does somebody else want his mouth?”
Immediately Brodia stepped forward. She had taken off her dress and was only wearing a short shift now, pulled up to get her hand on herself.
“May I?” she asked half eager, half shy.
Sam nodded and stepped back. He settled on a cushion a short distance away and watched as Fatty lifted Frodo off his lap. A considerable amount of semen slid out of him with Fatty’s softening cock. Frodo swayed briefly before Merry steadied him and guided him down onto all fours. Then he seemed to realise that he was still fully dressed and hurried to get out of his trousers. There were some equally teasing and admiring calls from their audience as he got on his knees behind Frodo, naked from the waist down and stroking his length. Without much further preamble he lined himself up and buried himself inside Frodo’s ass with one smooth thrust. Frodo moaned and pitched forward but was kept upright by Merry’s hands on his hips and Brodia’s at his shoulders. She pulled her shift off entirely, throwing it to the side, then guided Frodo’s face to look up at her with a gentle hand.
“You’re so pretty, cousin Frodo.” she told him. “And so sweet. Do you want to lick me? Make me feel good like you did Fredegar?”
Frodo groaned as Merry took that as his cue to start moving and Brodia helped guide his face to her folds which he began licking in broad, enthusiastic swipes. Merry petted his back as he moved in fluid, long strokes that made Frodo moan and pressed him into Brodia’s crotch with each thrust. Soon he was sucking on her clit and pushing two fingers up into her, barely holding himself upright with one hand. But Frodo was practiced and skilled at this game and he had Brodia matching his moans. Then Merry started picking up the pace, still keeping his strokes long but slamming into Frodo’s ass with a force that made it impossible for him to keep his balance one-handed. His noises became more high-pitched, desperate little whines as he tried his best to keep up his efforts on Brodia through the deep railing by his cousin that had him arching his back and pushing back into Merry’s thrusts. Brodia threaded her fingers into his hair and pressed her pussy into his face, gasping, carelessly rubbing herself on him. Merry kept the hard steady pace of his thrusts and soon Frodo’s cries could be heard high and frantic and muffled between Brodia’s legs. When Brodia cried out he shuddered and Merry cursed at the feeling of Frodo clamping down hard around him. Brodia shuffled back a little, still rubbing her clit and panting softly as she stared at her cousin’s face. Sam stared too. Frodo’s face was wet and slack, spit and slick dripping from his lips. Merry did not slow down and Sam could see Frodo’s tits shaking with it. Slick dripped from his pussy onto the floor below. Frodo hung his head whining softly as Merry continued to rail him until he finally stilled groaning loudly, head thrown back as he came into Frodo’s arse.
The scene froze for a moment, all participants panting and the audience rapt for what would come next. Then Merry pulled out carefully and bent to press a kiss to Frodo’s arse cheek. Frodo giggled and looked back over his shoulder at him. Merry grinned, then he stood as Frodo carefully sat back on his haunches, breathing heavily, his eyes looking for Sam.
“Sam.” he said and the corner of Sam’s mouth twitched up at how lucid he still was. They would be sure to fuck that out of him tonight. “Will you come here and fuck me now? Please?”
Merry tutted behind him. “Frodo, you’re making a mess of the floor. Didn’t you want that stuff in you?”
Frodo grinned and looked around at the other hobbits for the first time.
“Well, I’m sure, everyone here still has plenty of loads in them to have me nice and full by the end of the night.”
Even after all this time participating in sex parties with him, hearing Frodo talk like that made Sam blush. To cover that he strode forward, loosening his trousers and pulling off his shirt. Frodo smiled and shuffled back to lie down on the nearest mattress, reclined on a few pillows, his legs falling open invitingly. Now naked, Sam kneeled between them and lightly ran a finger through his wet folds. They came away trailing strings of slick and Sam licked it off thoughtfully. Frodo’s breath hitched and Sam proceeded to put his hands on him.
Before long he had three fingers in Frodo, his thumb carefully stroking along his engorged clit as his other hand stroked his stomach and gently massaged his breasts. Frodo was staring at him, quiet, but breathing heavily, his fingers pushing through Sam’s hair and trailing along his arms. Almost lovingly, Sam thought and pulled his fingers out. Frodo lay very still and watched Sam spread some of Frodo’s slick on his cock, running the head along his slit and around his hole a few times. As Sam slowly pushed in, Frodo’s face twitched and for a heartbeat, Sam thought he was about to cry. Sam froze and stared at him.
“Alright?” he whispered, quietly enough that nobody else would hear.
Frodo smiled and gave a slight nod. Sam watched his face for just a moment longer, then continued pushing in until their hips were flush. Frodo sighed and wound his arms around Sam’s neck, his legs around his waist.
“Sam.” he breathed into his ear and Sam started fucking him in earnest.
He went in short gentle thrusts at first, getting Frodo used to his length, reveling in the hot, wet slide along his cock, then gradually sped up, pressing his weight down on top of him, panting into his hair and fucking into him in firm strokes. Frodo drove him on with moans and “yes, yes, Sam, so good, oh, fuck, yes, ah ah ah”. Sam wound his arms beneath Frodo’s torso holding him tight as Frodo clung to his neck and rolled his hips up into his thrusts. By the time Sam felt his pelvis tightening and he was fucking into the tight channel faster, less controlled, Frodo was crying out wordlessly with every thrust. Sam struggled to lift up a little and get a hand between them to jerk Frodo to orgasm. Frodo gave a strangled shout, spasming and shuddering under Sam’s weight and his pussy squeezed and pulsed deliciously. With a curse and a drawn-out moan Sam fell forward and pumped his seed deep into the slick cunt. Afterwards he lay on top of Frodo, catching his breath, and it took him a moment to become aware of Frodo’s fingers carding gently through his hair. Sam pushed himself up to look at him, his cock still buried inside him. Frodo was all soft and content, smiling up at Sam in a way that he tried very hard not to call loving in his head. He smiled back a little shakily and Frodo lifted his head to first brush his nose against Sam’s then their lips together. Sam felt himself tremble and pushed a quick firm kiss to Frodo’s lips before pulling away, avoiding his gaze as he pulled out of him carefully and drew back as the rest of the party descended on Frodo.
He got to come at least once more in each of Frodo’s holes that night, though he mostly kept in the background, supervising the scene and making sure that nobody took too rough a hand with their host. At one point he was just about to call a stop to Evrard Pott, one of the older hobbits, choking Frodo on his cock with Frodo’s head hanging backwards off the edge of the couch. The outline of the cock was visible in his throat, as someone else was plunging in and out of his vagina. Frodo seemed to have serious trouble breathing, his gagging noises growing louder and his body convulsing between the other two. But then Evrard cursed loudly as he came down his throat, calling Frodo a “fucking whore” and Frodo squirted all over himself, clear liquid gushing from his pussy and mixing with the spunk being shot onto his stomach by the other hobbit who had just been pounding into him. Evrard immediately went to grab a soft cloth from one of the bowls of warm water that Merry and Fatty had brought in when things became messy to a degree that required managing. He sat on the edge of the couch to clean off Frodo’s stomach and chest. Frodo was still moaning helplessly from the aftershocks between coughing and gasping for air, but when he had calmed down a little Evrard carefully took his head in his lap and cleaned his face as well and Sam relaxed.
The action rose and fell around him. sometimes Frodo was loud and almost delirious with the ecstasy of several people having their rough way with him. Sometimes things were quiet and gentle and seemed to slow down almost to the point of stopping before the noises of skin slapping and wanton moans picked up again.
It was during one of the lulls, when most of the other hobbits were recovering from recent orgasms, that Frodo crawled with careful, soft movements towards Sam who was reclining in the cushions against one wall and settled between his outstretched legs, content for long minutes to lie with his cheek on sam’s thigh and having his hair petted. Then he turned his head a little sleepily and began licking and sucking Sam’s cock. It was so slow and tender that Sam almost thought he was dreaming. After what seemed like a long time he came and Frodo made sure to keep his lips sealed around the head, gripping the pulsing shaft tightly, and swallowed every last drop. Feeling a bit woozy, Sam was not quite sure if he had only imagined Frodo smiling warmly at him before he was once again in the middle of the room taking three cocks at once while still being surprisingly coordinated with his hands servicing the hobbits who were lining up for a turn. By the end of that round, Sam was achingly hard again from watching Frodo take load after load and Frodo was drooling and incoherent. His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned weakly as Fatty placed him back in Sam’s lap, sliding his arse down onto Sam’s cock. Fatty winked at him and wandered off towards the drinks.
Sam didn’t move, even though his penis was throbbing in Frodo’s hole which was by now sloppy and loose and wet with cum. He kissed a sweaty shoulder and stroked Frodo’s stomach and thighs softly.
“How are you doing, m’dear?” he asked, not really expecting Frodo to reply or even register that it was him at this point.
Frodo turned his head weakly towards the voice in his ear. An inquiring “ahh?” sound escaped his slack lips but he didn’t seem capable of much more. Sam kissed the nape of his neck and continued petting him, avoiding over-sensitive areas for the moment.
“It’s alright.” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”
After a while Frodo began moving his hips in in small circles. He whined a little and covered Sam’s still softly petting hands with his.
“Sam…?” he asked, sounding a little confused.
“Yes, it’s me.” Sam replied, twining their fingers over Frodo’s stomach. “Are you alright?”
Frodo whined again, circling his hips faster.
“Sam… please…”
Sam indulged in another kiss to the silky skin before him and began grinding up into him without a word. When he slid one hand down to rub at Frodo’s cock his ass squeezed around him and Sam pushed his hips up faster and harder. He was guiltily chasing his own orgasm now, more than working to make Frodo come, but Frodo seemed content with Sam’s cock grinding into his arse, if his soft gasps and moans were anything to go by. His fingers joined Sam’s on his cock and he brought himself off much more efficiently than Sam could have, cursing and moaning and rutting his hips back into Sam. When Sam had come in him once more and sat there, feeling wrung out, he got to marvel at the stamina Frodo still possessed after the evening he had already had when he managed to pull himself off Sam and onto his feet. He turned around, slick and cum running down his legs, and bent down to kiss Sam’s forehead before he swayed off towards the largest cluster of hobbits on cushions at the other side of the room. There he dropped down with his ass in the air towards the group, his face and chest pressed down into the mattress beneath him and waited for somebody to get up and fuck him. And they did, hard and fast, first his cunt from behind, then they flipped him over onto somebody else and made him take a cock in his arse while one of the Cotton girls rubbed herself against his soaked pussy and hard little cock. She wasn’t even looking at him, as she pressed his hands to her breasts, moaning and using him to get off. Sam watched while he idly fondled his cock still wet from the mess in Frodo’s ass.
Time was hard to tell in the windowless room but it must have been near sunrise already when Sam finally shook off the oddly tender feeling he had started the night with and the events of the past hours had blurred enough to take all care except that for pleasure from him. There had been a longer lull, as there usually was when their parties began to wind down. Frodo seemed to have dozed through it in a pile of other hobbits, heads pillowed on soft body parts, some softening members still buried in others’ holes. Then Frodo blinked awake and carefully picked his way out from the sleeping hobbits around him, some of which would lie there until they were kicked out in the early hours of the morning.
Sam was sitting on a stool, quietly talking to Rudigar, one of the young farming lads from just outside Hobbiton about the recent cold front, feeling loose and relaxed and happy to watch Frodo settle himself down among pillows a little removed from everybody else. He looked a little tired but in a soft, pliable way, and there was a gentle smile on his lips as he ran his hands over his own body slowly, luxuriating in it, seemingly for the moment unaware of anyone else in the room. Sam felt himself stirring again as Frodo’s hands settled on his own breasts. Though his chest had been painted with copious amounts of cum several times during the night the worst of the fluids had been wiped from his torso before the nap he had just had and they were clean for now, if covered in darkening marks, as was the rest of his body. Sometimes Sam too felt the urge to suckle bruises into Frodo’s skin, but it always passed quickly and he liked being unbearably tender with the young master’s body much better. If he could catch a quiet moment during the parties and draw it out it made Frodo squirm and tremble and eventually beg very sweetly to be given more.
Frodo gently massaged his own tits and looked to almost be putting himself back to sleep with it, when Fatty Bolger approached him, settling down on the soft floor next to him and saying something too low and too far across the room for Sam to hear. One of Frodo’s hands went right down between his legs, framing his swollen folds, his cock caught between two fingers, and he smiled at Fatty, not in the soft, adoring way that Sam had found directed at himself so often lately, but with delight, his eyes now more alert and twinkling excitedly. The lad next to Sam had fallen silent and was also staring across the room.
“Looks like he’s up for another round yet.” he said, even as Frodo stood up and squatted down over Fatty’s lap.
The sight was probably not the most obscene of the night but the way Frodo’s knees were spread wide as he lowered himself left his pussy gaping and nothing to the imagination of how Fatty’s hard prick was sliding into his arse once more. Sam felt blood rush between his own legs. Since he had begun taking the first round of the parties with Frodo alone he usually did not insert himself into the circles of hobbits taking their turns with Frodo anymore. Before, he had spent those nights eagerly trying to get at any part of Frodo’s body he could reach, but now he didn’t have to, when Frodo so often came to him first and they could take their time as others watched. Still, now and then Sam felt a thrill run through him at being just one of numerous bodies, having their way with the master of Bag End until he could barely tell which cocks and hands and mouths belonged to whom.
Frodo gasped as he settled in Fatty’s lap and as if summoned by the sound a group of hobbits formed around the pair. Rudigar had disappeared from Sam’s side and a moment later Sam spotted him feeding his cock into Frodo’s mouth who closed his eyes in bliss, hollowing his cheeks and working his tongue as he rolled his hips into Fatty’s lap. One of the others knelt before him, gripped his legs tightly, spreading them further, and pushed deep into his cunt. Frodo moaned around the cock in his mouth, then let out a series of high-pitched whimpers as his pussy was plowed so hard that it almost pushed him off Fatty’s cock. Fatty kept his hands on Frodo’s hips, steadying him, but didn’t move much as the other two quickly emptied their loads into Frodo’s holes. In record time the freshly spent cocks were replaced, fucking the cum deeper into Frodo’s vagina and making him gurgle around a larger prick pushing into his throat forcefully. He still managed to fondle balls and cocks and folds of the hobbits around him, while others lined up to fuck his face and his cunt, and made tears, spit, and seed run down his face and drip onto his chest. Sam stood at the edge of the circle around Frodo who choked and whined and struggled to moan around the cocks in his mouth, when the throng of hobbits suddenly opened up before him and he had a clear path to Frodo’s cunt as the last hobbit before him pulled out with a hiss, giving himself one last pull and coming onto Frodo’s folds, belly and thighs. Without thinking Sam sank down before him, pushing four fingers into the sloppy hole and licking a broad stripe through the mess on Frodo’s tits, then sucking a nipple into his mouth. He could hear Frodo gag as the latest cock shot down his throat and then he had a moment to cough and breathe and moan “Saaam” as Sam pulled his fingers back out, raised himself up on his knees, and pushed into Frodo as somebody else continued to make use of his mouth. He was loose and wet and hot and Sam could feel Fatty’s hard, hot length as he rutted against it through the walls in Frodo’s body. He leaned back on his haunches to have a better view of his own prick driving up into Frodo’s stretched cunt, the folds swollen and glistening, the little prick so tender that the muscles of Frodo’s abdomen spasmed when Sam reached out to stroke it, smearing cum and slick on it. His vagina fluttered weakly around him and a low whine dribbled out with a trail of spit from the edge of Frodo’s mouth. Sam gasped at the feeling and the thought of having made Frodo orgasm again and moved his hand further up his body, rubbing the mess of fluids into his skin. He grabbed one of his tits, kneading the sore, soft flesh and plucking the nipple a little on the harsher side as he fucked him. Sam lasted longer than he had anticipated and Frodo had swallowed another two loads before Sam finally surged up a final time and shot his seed into Frodo, his cock pulsing and jerking. Frodo was once again approaching incoherence at this point and hardly seemed to notice when Sam pulled out and someone else drove up into him for only a few harsh thrusts before pumping more cum into him.
Eventually, everyone in the group seemed to have exhausted themselves and Fatty finally wrapped his hands around Frodo’s legs, pulling them up, giving everyone a clear view of his thoroughly used pussy and the cock in the puffy, reddened arsehole, and started bouncing Frodo on his prick. Frodo was loose and unable to put up any resistance. His head lolled, his tits jiggled and he could only let out a litany of “ah ah ah ah”, low and throaty. His body tensed a final time as liquid gushed from his cunt, his holes clenching and fatty moaned as he dropped Frodo down hard and came in his arse.
Silence fell. There was only the sound of heavy breathing and rustling of fabric as everyone crawled to find a relatively dry spot of cushioning to rest after that last bout of railing their host within an inch of his life. Fatty carefully eased Frodo off his cock and both Sam and Merry were there to take him. Frodo’s eyes rolled and he was drooling freely. Sam lifted him up into his arms, cradling his head against his shoulder. Following Merry he carried him out of the room and a few doors down the hall into the bathroom where the tub was already filled and a jug of cold water, as well as some snacks, waited on a small table by the window. The window was closed but the curtains were drawn back and Sam could see that the dark sky was beginning to lighten in the east. He lowered Frodo into the bath and began to wash him while Merry coaxed some water and bites of food into him. Frodo roused a bit and looked up at Sam who was cradling his head with one hand while carefully inserting the fingers of the other into his holes to get the worst of the mess out. Frodo smiled drowsily at him and hummed in pleasure. Then Sam crooked his fingers awkwardly and Frodo whimpered and arched his back, brows drawing tight.
“Sorry.” Sam murmured and more carefully scraped Frodo’s walls with only a single finger. “You sure got yourself pumped full, Mr. Frodo. Did you enjoy yourself?”
Frodo sighed. He lifted a hand to touch the ends of Sam’s hair.
“I did.” he mumbled. “I wish you wouldn’t call me that.”
Sam paused and looked at him. He appeared sleepy and content and not at all upset and Sam leaned in and brushed a feather-light kiss against his brow.
“You can go to sleep if you like now. We will take care of everything.”
Frodo hummed and let his fingers trail along the side of Sam’s face as he dropped his hand back into the water. He had dozed off by the time they lifted him out of the bath and into Sam’s lap to be toweled off. When they tucked him into bed he sighed and fell immediately into a deep sleep. They left water to drink and wash and more clean cloths and towels on his nightstand. It was impossible to get all of the cum out of him immediately and some would continue to dribble out throughout the day. They locked the door to his room until they had gotten everyone else out, gently assisting with getting clothes on right, quietly escorting everyone past Frodo’s bedroom door, and helping some of the guests down into the village and onto carts that had been ordered for them. Then the smial was silent. Only Sam and Fatty and Merry remained, all bundling into the bathroom together to wash, too tired to exchange words before they found clean and fresh guest beds and collapsed onto them for a few hours.