A Lesson in Restraint
Pairing: Merry/Pippin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Spoilers for the *Two Towers*, BDSM,
Spanking, Extremely Graphic, Violent Sex...these two
get pretty filthy here. If you don't relish the idea
of M&P down and dirty, it's probably best that you
stop reading now.
Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own these guys. Anyone
who tries to sue me will be lucky to get a cat turd
out of the deal.
Feedback: Sure. Mercurynat@aol.com
Archive: Certainly, just let me know
Summary: Merry teaches Pippin a lesson after the
latter has snatched the Palantir. This story is based
upon events in *TTT*, and occurs after Gandalf 'leaves
them together for a while'. This fic changes the way
events in the novel unfolds a bit, but oh,well. I
realize that M&P would technically not have had the
time to do this, and that it is doubtful the others
would not notice them sneaking away to do it, but
frankly, I just don't give a damn.
Final Notes: All characters, phrases enclosed in stars
* * are meant to be read as though italicized. So
without further ado...
It had only been a few minutes since Pippin had
filched and gazed into the forbidden glass ball,
foolishly disobeying Gandalf and ignoring Merry's
warning. And now he was utterly miserable. After
thoroughly chiding him, the Wizard had gone off to
speak in quiet with Strider and the others, still
gathered around the cursed Palantir where it had been
left. The night was somewhat cold, but Pippin would
have sat with his knees tight against his body
anyway, arms hugged around them. His head was hung in
shame as he silently scolded himself again and again.
The voice of Sauron, cruel and excruciating, still
echoed in his head, along with the horrifying
images he had seen in the ball. Pippin shivered. He
had been so paralyzed, so *scared*...!
He *should* have been scared! He *deserved* to be
paralyzed with fear! He should *never* have meddled
with the mysterious crystal ball to begin with! Once
more, Pippin had disregarded Merry's sound advice and
his own better judgment, allowing his damned curiosity
to get the best of him, and yet again, he had made an
ass of himself.
Worse still, he had let Merry down...
Pippin had never felt so guilty, so regretful, as when
Merry turned away from him. He saw, briefly, the look
on his dearest friend's face, and his horror at the
things he had seen and his embarrassment at having
caused such a disturbance melted quickly into profound
remorse. He had always practically idolized Merry, and
the latter's turning his back had spoken volumes.
Wordlessly, Merry had said to him: "You have
disappointed me, you have embarrassed me, and I do not
think that I can stand to look at you."
And now, Merry sat beside him in complete silence.
Peregrin shifted desperately. He could take a good
scolding from his dear Merry, but not the silent
treatment! At last, when he could bear it no longer, a
small, involuntary whimper wrenched from his chest.
"It's alright, Pip," Merry said, unexpectedly. "I am
not angry with you. I was only...thinking..."
"Oh, Merry!" Pippin burst out, nearly sobbing. "You
*should* be angry! I am sorry, Merry, so dreadfully
sorry!" he buried his head in his knees to conceal the
tears that had begun to spill over his flushed cheeks.
"There, there," Merry comforted, moving in close. "I
forgive you, Pippin. I'm just a bit disappointed, is
all." Now Merry folded his arms and fixed a stern,
paternal stare upon the younger halfling. "Not to say
that I am not rather irritated. I warned you to let it
alone, did I not?"
"Yes, Merry," Pip whispered.
"Why then, you silly ass, did you go and snatch it?"
"I don't know, Merry!" he whimpered, fidgeting beneath
the strict and demanding tone of Merry's voice,
wanting to vanish completely.
"Yes, you *do* know!" the Brandybuck scolded, somewhat
harshly. "Do you think that by this point I do not
know *you*? If I am angry about anything it is the
danger you put yourself in! I feared a may lose you
for a moment! You know quite well that when Gandalf
says `no' he has a good reason for saying it! And I
had thought, after all these years, that you would
heed my advice. I believed you would trust me, trust
that I was only looking out for you."
Peregrin cringed. "I *know* you were, dear Merry. But
I couldn't help myself! I was too curious. It overcame
me. I am horrible that way, Merry! *Horrible*! I
should have *listened* to you! Oh, how I wish I had!"
Meriadoc softened and placed an intimate hand on his
shoulder. "Now, now! I understand. Be at peace, my
friend. I forgive you, as I have said."
Pippin shook his head. "I am grateful, dearest
Meriadoc. Yet somehow...well, it is hardly comforting
to be forgiven by your words alone. It does not seem
like enough. There is something...I'm not sure. I
cannot say, exactly."
Merry licked his lips. He had detected a strange look
on the younger hobbit's face-- strained and agonized
and yet passionate--even when Uruk-hai whips had
licked at Pippin's flesh, and he suspected the source
of his young friend's sense of unfulfillment. "I
know you're uncertain of your own feelings," he said,
moving in close. "and I believe that I understand what
nags you now, Pip. That is why...I think that maybe
you should be punished, physically, for what you have
done."
Pippin looked up, startled a bit. He realized then
that Merry was very near his own body, and the hand on
his shoulder was massaging gently. He caught Merry's
gaze, and saw in that gaze both gentle care and
firmness, as well as a mischievous glitter that hinted
at a hunger of some sort.
Lust?
Pippin dropped his head again in humiliation.
"Perhaps...although I don't rightly know, for sure.
But you always seem to know best. You...
do you think so, Merry?"
Merry smiled reassuringly, charmed by the young Took's
trust and devotion. "I think that is precisely what
you need right now, lad," he answered, with another
squeeze to his shoulder. "And I think I can give you
what you need, if you wish, Pip, my boy."
Pippin thought hard. The prospect of punishment in any
form made him shudder, naturally. Yet for some reason
it also triggered a strange thrill from deep within.
It always had. After all, he *did* deserve *something*
for his serious and foolish behavior. *Some* form
of correction, some sort of punishment was in order,
else he would never feel content. And if punishment
there must be, well, there was nobody in the world
whom he would rather deliver that punishment than
Meriadoc Brandybuck.
At last he found his breath. "If-if you think it is
best...then I am more than willing, Merry," he managed
at length, fidgeting uneasily.
"Right," Merry whispered softly. "But not here. Follow
me, and be quiet about it! They won't much like us
sneaking off. Come!"
Pippin nodded quickly and padded after Merry's lead,
until they arrived at a small clearing, surrounded by
trees and dominated by a large, fallen oak in its
midst. He stood quietly, dutifully, awaiting Merry's
instruction, unsure of what he was waiting for, but
anxious for whatever may follow. The elder halfling
turned to face him and issued his first command.
"Now, then, Pip. Off with your clothing."
The younger halfling hesitated, and then
obeyed-partially. Sensually, he stripped his outer
garments away. He avoided Merry's gaze as he shed
piece after piece, revealing more samples of his
tender young flesh than he had ever dared to reveal to
anyone. He
shivered a bit at the chill in the air, but once he
was reduced to his underclothes, he purposefully
paused, and shot Merry a teasing and challenging
smile.
Merry's eyes absorbed the near-naked form before him,
bathed in the light of the full moon. Pippin was the
thinnest hobbit he had ever seen, despite his
unquenchable passion for food and drink. The young
halfling's smooth, milky chest heaved with frightened
anticipation, and fresh, pink buds of nipples rose and
fell with his breaths. Slim waist and slender little
hips quivered; his staff strained against what was
left of his covering, igniting a response in Merry's
own loins. A disobedient twinkle danced in Pip's big
and bright eyes as he teased his older friend with his
partial nudity.
"Naughty, wicked thing," Merry husked, rather shocked
by his companion's seductive and lewd display. He
swooped down upon Pippin and ripped the remaining
shreds of clothing from his body. He heard the smaller
hobbit spill a wanton moan as he was desperately,
roughly, almost violently stripped. Before he had
finished tearing away the distracting cloth, Merry's
ravenous mouth had locked itself onto Pippin's. Pip
gave a small, surprised squeak as the bigger halfling
crushed his lips to his own. He was even more
surprised when Merry's tongue probed inside, taking
what it wanted, claiming the space for itself. The
sensation of his friend's fully-clothed body
against his own exposed and vulnerable flesh sent a
wave of excitement through him. *What is this, Merry?
Such strange behavior from you*! Peregrin gasped as
Merry's greedy hands began to explore his naked body.
He felt a paw seize him by the hair and tilt his head
backwards, and his heartbeat accelerated as a soft but
urgent trail of kisses traveled down his throat to his
chest.
Merry grinned wickedly when he found himself
face-to-face with the other halfling's soft, rosy
nipples without quite knowing how he had gotten there.
Sliding his arms so that his hands rested at Pippin's
back, he leaned in close and carefully flicked the
right bud with his tongue. Pip gasped, just as Merry
knew he would. Then Merry nibbled, lightly at first,
before applying enough pressure with his teeth to
produce a substantial sting. Peregrin whimpered, and,
as Merry had anticipated, attempted to free himself
from his cousin's torment by jerking backwards.
Accordingly, Meriadoc prevented his escape by
tightening his arms around him. Now all Pippin could
do was squirm and moan helplessly at the older
hobbit's torture. When the right nipple was rock-hard
and well-worked, Merry moved to the left, which was
much too soft, and in need of similar attention.
Peregrin's sounds were almost pleading by now as Merry
continued his assault on his nipple. The Brandybuck
suspected that the silly young Took hardly realized
what he was begging for; but the imploring sounds were
pleasing, alluring, maddening, and Merry was tempted
at once by a
sudden impulse to ravish Pippin right then and there.
He exercised the strongest hobbit willpower and
restrained himself, rising up to survey Pip's
expression. The halfling's head was flung back, his
lips parted, his fair young face contorted
ever-so-slightly in a blend of pain and desire.
"Merry..." he whispered, breathlessly. The older
hobbit stroked his cheek gently with a finger before
slipping it into Pip's open mouth. Almost
instinctively, it seemed, Peregrin closed his supple
lips around the invader and suckled lightly.
"Such a naughty lad..." Merry chided, hoarsely,
allowing his friend to briefly savor his digit.
"Enough," he said after several seconds,
withdrawing his finger. Pippin then opened his eyes
and looked at the Brandybuck dreamily.
"Merry, I..."
"Ssshh," his companion commanded gently. "You remember
why we came here, don't you?"
Pippin flushed and his eyes slowly dropped, and his
lashes fluttered bashfully across his cheeks. "Yes,"
he nearly whispered.
"Do you want it still?"
Peregrin hesitated, then bowed and nodded repentantly.
"Right," Merry said. "Come this way." He took the
young hobbit gently by the arm and led him to the
fallen tree at the center of the clearing. After
seating himself, he let go of Pip long enough to push
up his sleeves and crack his knuckles. "Lie across my
lap, Pip, my friend. Face down."
Pippin looked startled again, and even a trifle
amused.
"What, you mean to *s-spank* me? With your *hand*?"
"That's the idea. Or I can use my belt, if you'd
rather." He saw and heard the younger halfling gulp.
"M-Merry, I...I'm not so sure..."
"Do not argue with me, lad," the Brandybuck said
firmly. "You've been exceptionally wicked tonight, and
you know that well. You also know well that you need
to be punished, and asked for it. Now you can go
along with this, or you can fight me, and make it that
much worse for yourself."
"Y-you cannot be *serious*," the foolish young Took
stammered, backing away slightly. Merry saw that
Pippin was trembling visibly, but he also saw the
quivering erection that sprung upwards from
between his slim, creamy thighs. *Ah, Pippin, my boy.
Play games with me, will you? Suit yourself*.
"Alright, then," Merry concluded, and
he lurched forward to seize the smaller halfling
roughly.
"Merry!" Pippin struggled, and it could have been a
half-hearted fight, or the fact that Merry was larger
and stronger. Perhaps a bit of both. Either way, the
Brandybuck easily overpowered Peregrin and slammed him
down over his knee. "Merry, please! Don't--*ouch*!"
"You will anger me if you continue to struggle, Pip,"
Merry warned, after landing the first whack to the
plump little upturned backside. Despite his words,
however, he found the desperate resistance of the
young hobbit exhilarating. His arm found a surge of
disciplinary strength, and he swatted Pip's behind
again, drawing a shocked `oh!' from the lad. A third
smack elicited a breathy yelp and a jerk, and
Merry had to grip him tighter with his left arm to
hold him down. He noticed the pink, hand-shaped prints
beginning to surface on the exposed white skin, and
his loins twitched at the evidence of his
power over his young friend. Smiling evilly, Merry
delivered another powerful slap to the helpless
buttocks beneath him. Pip gasped and whined pitifully,
shifting in vain to avoid the next inevitable blow.
Merry watched with lust the delicious buns dance
beneath his open palm, encouraged by the young
halfling's whimpers of pain and protest.
"Now, lad," he began, without interrupting the rhythm
of the spanking, "tell me why you are getting this
whipping."
Instead of answering, Pippin let out a mortified wail.
*Oh, he's not going to make me do this, is he? He
cannot! I cannot endure it!*
"*Please* Merry...!"
"Say it!" Merry demanded, increasing the power of his
swats. Pippin squirmed desperately, and clutched the
cloth of Merry's trouser-leg. He felt tears spring
from his eyes and streak down his cheeks, hot
with shame. Even hotter was his backside, burning from
the relentless smacks of Merry's punishing hand. *He
intends to make me answer! How cruel of him! My Merry,
you are mean and merciless! Yet if I refuse to answer,
this will never be over with! Oh, Peregrin Took, you
have truly loused up this time, you terrific dunce*!
"Oh, Merry-ow! Oh, no, Merry, no! *Ahh*...!" he
yowled, miserably.
"Answer the question, Pip," his older friend
commanded.
Pippin sobbed with humiliation and attempted to
articulate a choked response through his strained
throat. "You-you're sp-spanking me because I-*oh*!" he
yelped at another smacking. "...because I d-
disobeyed Gandalf, and you, and-*ow*!-looked into the
crystal ball!" he managed with a scalding blush.
"Mmm-hmm," said Merry without relenting his assault on
the quivering cheeks beneath him. "And why were you
forbidden to touch it in the first place?"
Peregrin moaned. "Oh, no, Merry..."
"Answer me, lad," Merry warned again.
The smaller hobbit let out another wrenching sob and
gasped. "B-because I-*ah*! -because I could have
endangered all of us!"
"And?"
"An-and I might have threatened the entire quest, and
all of Middle-Earth! ...Ouch!" he spat out at last.
"Mmmm...oh, *Merry*..." he gushed through gasps and
tears, as he felt something strange happen. His
buttocks throbbed with blistering pain, but he found
he had ceased his struggles and had begun to writhe in
Merry's lap. He had thought, at first, that he was
still attempting to escape the slaps, and perhaps he
partially was. But he was also attempting to satisfy
some need, some desire, some strange feeling in the
pit of his always-hungry stomach. It hardly made
sense, considering the pain he was in, but there it
was, nonetheless. Merry's hand was so strong, and he
administered the whipping so masterfully, with such
power, skill, and authority, that Pip found himself
both dreading and anticipating each terrible blow. At
last, he had no choice but to surrender himself,
body and soul, to his older companion. *Yes, Merry!
Punish me, hurt me, make me pay for my reckless
stupidity! Huh? What is the matter with me*?
Merry noted the change that seemed to have occured in
Pippin's cries. His yelps of protest had transformed
into moans and mewls, his struggles into subtle
squirming. Once more, Meriadoc grinned cruelly.
*I thought as much. Yes, Pip, taste the pain of the
punishment, feel the consequences of your folly! I can
feel your hardness against my leg! I know what you're
experiencing, my beautiful young halfling!*
Merry had always considered himself a mentor of sorts
to Pippin, had always protected and coached the lad,
and had become accustomed to keeping the youthful Took
in check. But to share such an ultimate and intimate
experience in discipline with his companion ignited a
furnace of longing deep within his darkest inner
psyche. His pulsing hard-on grew ever stiffer as the
hobbit visibly abandoned all control to him. Pippin's
bottom now blushed a nice, rosy red, and Merry
softened his wallops a bit and spoke in a more gentle
voice:
"Now, Pip. I want you to promise to me that you will
never disobey me or Gandalf again."
"Ooh, oh Merry, I...mmm..." the younger halfling
breathed, shifting sensually.
"Peregrin Took," Merry firmly spoke a mild warning,
spanking harder again, drawing defeated and delectable
groans from the smaller hobbit.
"Oh, Merry...I-oh! I promise to you...I will
never...*mmm*...*ever* disobey you from now on! Ahh!
And I swear that I will always, *always* mind
Gandalf ...ooohh! I promise, I *promise* I'll be good!
Please, *please* Merry!"
There was a ragged desperation in Pippin's voice that
Merry could not ignore. He administered a final,
healthy swipe to the slender, reddened buns and let
his hand rest across them. He felt a vivid heat
emanating from the abused and rounded bottom, and his
lust for the young hobbit intensified perversely, as
he wondered what it would feel like to sink his raging
sex between those sizzling, fresh-spanked cheeks...
The throbbing hardness against his leg didn't help,
Pippin's erection drumming along with his own. His
grip on the smaller hobbit loosened, and both of them
breathed heavily, exhausted. Pippin's soft whimpers
eventually dwindled. Finally, the well-punished young
Took slid slowly and sexily from Merry's lap, to fall
panting at the latter's feet. He rested against his
companion's legs, backside blazing, throbbing from the
thrashing. It hurt terribly, but somehow the need
in his loins was nearly as painful. Above him, Merry
shifted. Pippin looked upwards to find that the older
hobbit had removed his impressively thick and
glistening erection from his trousers, and was
stroking himself slowly. Pip, with pained effort,
raised himself to his knees and moved in close to the
swollen member. Without understanding why he was doing
it, he kissed the hand that curled around the drooling
staff (the same hand that had so mercilessly
punished him), and detected the other hand suddenly
sifting through his curly locks. Merry was breathing
huskily, eyes closed, but ceased his efforts upon his
engorged rod at the brush of Peregrin's lips at
his hand. His fist loosened and now disengaged itself
from his own, stiff organ. Gently, lovingly, he cupped
the younger hobbit's bedraggled and tear-soaked face
and stroked his cheek. Peregrin snaked his naked form
slightly, and his little hand edged, trembling,
towards Merry's swollen cock. Cautiously he wrapped
his fingers lightly around the older hobbit's penis.
He cast a glance upward to Merry's face that pleaded
permission and knew at the same time that permission
would be granted.
Sure enough, Meriadoc smiled passionately and nodded,
caressing Pip's face. The younger halfling timidly
slipped his tongue across the tip of Merry's rod,
lapping up the drop of pre-seed that wept from the
hole. He drew the driplet into his sweet mouth and
savored it, happy and eager to satisfy his friend, his
cousin, his disciplinarian.
His lover?
At last, he took the pulsing organ in his mouth.
Merry groaned as Pippin's soft, warm lips enveloped
his sex, and skillfully (one would think beyond his
years and experience) manipulated his member.
Lovingly, he wrapped his mouth around the head and
suckled, tasting the salty nectar that sporadically
wept from his older comrade's sex. Spiraling his
talented tongue, he dove hungrily down the length,
nearly swallowing the entire thing-an impressive feat,
as Merry was quite substantially endowed. Pippin's
pretty cheeks hollowed as he worked his way upwards,
only to plunge down again with unrestrained
commitment. Merry sighed lustfully, burying his
fingers in the thick and healthy curls of Peregrin's
head. Pip worked with increasing speed, and his muted
moans created delicate vibrations around the shaft.
Merry rewarded him with animalistic groans and purrs
of his own.
"Oh, Pip...that's good..." he praised the youthful
hobbit, whose treatment of his organ had almost become
worshipful. It *was* good. *Too* good. The sound
spanking had hardly broken the unquenchable little
hobbit, who occasionally cast him an adoring, naughty
glance. Merry had been surprised when he had taken the
initiative to blow him, but for an apparently innocent
lad, he certainly seemed to know what he was doing.
Meriadoc grasped Pippin's locks and pulled his head
from his cock, forcing his companion to look him in
the face. "Pip..." he gasped, eyeing his friend
keenly, suspiciously. "...have you, by any chance,
done this before?"
At first, the younger halfling appeared surprised by
the question. However, his expression quickly took on
that familiar, mischievous element, a look that Merry
had previously associated with no more than impish
misbehavior in the Shire. Pippin's eyes glittered, and
a coy, guilty smile spread across his charming
features before his gaze fell.
Merry's initial shock gave way to a dash of jealousy,
and finally heightened excitement. "Why, you
scandalous little tease! I ought to spank you good,
all over again!"
Pippin grinned, blushing, and resumed his task at
Meriadoc's prodding, curling his hand around the base.
For several minutes he serviced the older hobbit,
working swiftly with his cheek muscles, ever so often
slowing to permit his tongue alone to tease the
length. His own aching erection desperately craved
attention, and his free hand ventured to pleasure
himself. However, Merry leaned forward at once and
delivered a sharp, quick slap to his wrist. The young
Took made a plaintive sound, but the Brandybuck
remained firm.
"No touching yourself, lad. Not until I say so."
Peregrin ceased his efforts only long enough to
protest. "*Please*, Merry," he implored his friend.
"Ah, ah, ah," the Brandybuck chided. "You have got to
learn a bit of restraint, my boy. Don't touch, unless
I give you specific permission. Now, get back to
work."
Pippin offered a faint, dejected whine, but he
complied nonetheless. His wandering hand obediently
moved away from his own flagging sex and came to rest
upon Merry's knee. With a little difficulty, he
attended to his companion's need, forcing himself to
ignore his own burning desire. He relinquished all
power to Merry, trusting that his friend's
instructions were intended for his own good. Yet his
palm itched horribly, and he was hard pressed to
refrain from responding to the nagging in his groin.
Somehow, Pip concentrated on satisfying Merry,
considering the smarting heat in his rump a reminder
of the penalty for disobedience. His jaw ached, but no
matter; he gave the other hobbit everything his warm
lips, mouth, and tongue could provide.
Suddenly, the Brandybuck growled, leaped up from the
tree and grasped the Took's hair painfully in his
fists. Frantically, cruelly, he began to fuck his
young companion's mouth. Pippin managed a muffled
squeak of astonishment as Merry's fat member
repeatedly and violently forced itself down his
throat. Tears welled in his eyes and fell
freely, both from the pain of Meriadoc's claws ripping
at his sensitive scalp and the hard, insistent penis
ruthlessly plundering his gullet. He gagged
involuntarily but remained steadfast, accepting
the assault as a part of the lesson. At length, Merry
ripped his stiffened staff from the younger hobbit's
mouth, fell down to Pip's level on the forest floor
and gripped his face, kissing him with a
crazed passion.
"Oh, Pip..." he rasped, running his paws over the
young Took's slender body.
"Merry..." Pippin panted, writhing beneath the older
hobbit's touch. He heard himself whining helplessly at
the Brandybuck's manipulations.
Merry's hands wandered round the smaller halfling's
sides and down his back to his abused behind. Peregrin
winced and made a little gasping sound into Merry's
mouth as their lips locked.
Merry cupped the plucky, scarlet cheeks and caressed
them as gently as he could manage, noting with
satisfaction that they remained quite hot to the
touch. His young cousin squirmed in his arms a bit, as
though the contact of Merry's hand was painful.
Suddenly, his need for Pippin surged too strongly to
resist any longer, and he broke free from the
fanatical kiss. "Turn over. On your hands and knees,
Pip," he ordered, a breathless urgency in his voice.
"Another whipping? What for?" the hobbit looked both
horrified and thrilled. His expression was anxious and
uneasy, as though he somewhat fancied the idea but
questioned his own endurance.
Merry laughed at the lad's naïve response. "That's not
quite what I had in mind. But if you don't obey me
quickly, another whipping is just what you'll get." It
was bluff, of course. Merry was far too randy at this
point to bother with delivering another good tanning.
Nevertheless, Pip apparently decided that he would
rather *not* find out if he could bear a second
beating. He complied, trembling even as he did so, and
his reddened, stinging rump was fully exposed once
more to Merry, vulnerable to any further abuse the
latter chose to administer.
Hastily, almost frantically, Merry spat into his palm
and slicked his organ, even though it still glistened
with his companion's saliva. He moved behind the
younger halfling and parted the thoroughly blistered
and deep-blushing cheeks, drawing another audible
wince.
"Merry?" said the young Took in a soft, quavering and
excited voice as Merry positioned his thick, hardened
cock.
"Yes, Pip?"
"I've *never* done *this* before."
"Well, well, well! From the way you have behaved
tonight, I would have thought you to be an expert in
*all* of these matters, Pippin, my lad!" Merry
laughed. "But it appears not! You have a few things
yet to learn! And it looks as though I shall be the
one to teach you!" With that, he pressed forward, and,
after substantial resistance, felt the tip of his
penis pop through the virgin entrance.
Pippin gave a distressed cry, and tried to scramble
away. The Brandybuck was ready for that, and caught
the hobbit by the hips. "No, no," he scolded, holding
his whimpering companion in place. "Try and relax! It
won't hurt so much."
"But it *does* hurt, Merry!" the other whined,
desperately attempting to wriggle free of the larger
halfling's grip and rid himself of the painful
intrusion.
"What did I say? If you just relax it won't! Besides,
I think a bit of discomfort should serve you
right...to punish you properly for keeping secrets
from your Merry!"
Realizing he was not escaping this, Pippin cringed and
offered a piteous and defeated moan. But he found it
impossible to relax. The unbelievably thick knob hurt
tremendously, and Peregrin was abruptly very sorry for
his misbehavior, past and present, and wished he had
never lain eyes upon the crystal ball, wished he had
never done those wicked things in the Shire behind his
companion's back, and, above all, wished he had
*never* agreed to Merry's punishment! Yet even as
his mind raced over a thousand different and fruitless
regrets, Merry's cock was forced further into him.
Pippin wailed but could not free himself, his hips
imprisoned between the older hobbit's cruel, bruising
hands. It felt as though Merry's insistent spear would
surely split him in twain, and an anguished tear
trailed down his cheek.
"Oh, Pip. You are so very *tight*!" Merry breathed
with lust, gripping the smaller hobbit possessively.
He thoughtlessly thrust forward and buried his length
to the hilt, forcing a tortured, beleaguered cry from
his disobedient friend. The older hobbit clapped one
hand over Peregin's mouth, wrapping the other arm
about his slender waist, barring his companion's
escape. "Give in to it, lad!" he urged, firmly. "I
think you might learn to enjoy this."
Merry savored the sensation for several seconds, and
Pippin's body clutched his swollen sex like a hobbit
glove would grip a human fist. He waited for the
wretched whines that spilled from Pip's strained
throat to fade before withdrawing enough to thrust
himself fully back into the furnace of the young
halfling's guts. A conquered squeal sprang from
Peregrin's stifled lips, and Merry winced as he felt
teeth clench his silencing hand. "There, my dearest
friend." he soothed. "Yield to me, your Merry, your
partner, your soul-mate..."
Pippin offered no spoken reply, but eventually his
tense, quivering physical defiance relented, and he
surrendered with a vanquished mewl. The Brandybuck's
painfully generous member began to slide brutally in
and out of his protesting passage, pulling agonized
yelps from the younger hobbit. Merry's cock filled him
again and again, and the other halfling's belly
slammed against his sore and tender rump, re-kindling
the fire of the spanking. Yet despite the torment,
something clicked in Pippin's anguished mind.
Something hidden, something forbidden, something that
he had hungered for and desired and had long
concealed. The searing flash of pain became a blur,
and all at once his friend's plundering rod did not
hurt so dreadfully. He learned to anticipate the
sadistic thrusts, to invite the warming
smacks of flesh to his blistered cheeks, to lust for
the vicious and unforgiving pounding his dear Merry
delivered...
"Ooohhh...*Merry*..." his fist crept toward his groin,
but Merry lashed out and struck his blazing backside,
causing the hobbit to flinch and squeak.
"What did I tell you?" he demanded, sternly.
"Merry, *please*..."
The Brandybuck smacked his reddened rump again. "What
did I tell you, Pip?"
"Y-you said I was not to touch myself until you said
so!" Pippin cried.
"That's right," Merry replied, administering another
swat.
"Oh, Merry, I cannot *bear* it!"
"You can, and you *will*," said the other, whapping
the quivering buns as he plunged his length between
them. Peregrin whimpered mournfully. "Trust me, Pip.
It will be that much better if you wait."
Merry hammered the younger hobbit wildly, excited by
Pippin's wretched moans. Gripping the other halfling's
hips, he ruthlessly ravaged him. At length he seized
Pip's hair and ripped his head backwards far enough to
look upon his face. Merry studied the enchantingly
agonized expression-a sumptuous contortion of luscious
pain-and accepted it as concrete and irresistible
acknowledgement of a well-deserved punishment,
beautifully received and profoundly *felt*! With a
guttural growl, the Brandybuck yanked the young hobbit
to him and fucked him harder, spanking now and again
with a firm, random palm.
Pippin was reeling. His senses were overwhelmed.
Forbidden to touch himself, he was forced to focus
completely upon his friend's conquest and succumb to
it, although the temptation to tend to his urges was
nigh intolerable. Merry's insistent sex filled him,
battered him, and he found himself naughtily jerking
backwards to meet the powerful thrusts. This was what
he craved! *This* was what he had desired for
so long! All those years with Merry in the Shire...it
all came down to *this*! So simple! Oh, the dreadful,
delectable crack of Meriadoc's palm against his tender
young hide! The authoritative voice of a figure who
commanded at once his skin, his body, his very soul!
To be at the mercy of one who knew him so
*completely*...yes, *this* was the missing element in
his relationship with the other hobbit! With
wordless groans he pleaded, and was answered with
brutal vigor. His companion whipped at his buttocks
with a bestial growl.
"Oh, you like this, Pip, do you not?"
"Yes...*yes*, Merry! *Ohhhh*...! " Pippin keened with
wanton and helpless abandon, snapping his hips and
slamming them back to collide with Merry's punishing
assault. His companion's cruel, sturdy hand rained
whacks down on his scarlet-washed cheeks, but he
hardly cared. The Peregrin Took he had known was lost,
replaced by this new, lusty creature, even more
vibrant and lively than the last! Of course the
former had known how to *invite* punishment. But the
new, fulfilled Pippin knew how to *accept* it, how to
feel it, how to taste and *appreciate* it! He howled,
begged, and bucked; he screamed Merry's name until his
throat was raw, caring little for who or what might
overhear. Shamelessly he twisted, writhed and rocked
beneath the Brandybuck's rapturous command. He knew
nothing save the fiery thickness of the cock that
slammed him into oblivion, nothing save the palm that
swatted his wriggling cheeks.
Suddenly Merry moaned with indescribable lust, and
with his most vicious plunge yet, he forcefully
crammed his length inside the young Took, up to the
very base. Peregrin felt the penis embedded within
his aching belly expand and lurch forth with
ejaculations of blazing honey which coated his guts
and filled him with an unbearable and scalding heat.
Without ever touching himself, he surrendered to the
most wracking orgasm he had ever experienced.
Squealing uncontrollably, Pippin came, his body
convulsing until he thought he would die. His chest
tightened, his toes curled, his claws ripped at
the earth, and his teeth gnashed as he unleashed a
night-rending shriek. *You were right, Merry, you were
right! Better that I waited, better that I minded
you...oh, my sweetest, knowing Merry! Thank you...
thank you...*
Finally his body heaved a grateful, merciful shudder.
Both hobbits collapsed in a gasping bundle. They lay
panting for several seconds, though it seemed an
eternity. Eventually, Merry withdrew his spent staff,
milking a final, pleading whimper from his friend. He
wrapped his arms protectively around the smaller
halfling and murmured tenderly in his ear.
"You know I would not have done it, had I not known
that you so badly desired it, right, Pip? And you know
that I could never bear to hurt you, unless you wished
it yourself, don't you?"
The sincerity in Merry's voice overwhelmed Pippin, and
he curled his little fingers around the other hobbit's
shielding forearms with an endearing squeeze. "Yes, I
know, Merry," he replied, closing his eyes and sighing
with content. He was willing to remain like that
forever, affectionately guarded in his childlike rest
by his older and wiser companion.
But Merry would not allow for a prolonged and restful
sleep, as Pippin would have liked. He let Pippin go
and leapt up too quickly, tucking his drooping organ
back into his trousers. Pippin rolled over, only to
find Merry motioning for him to rise. The Brandybuck
offered a hand, which Peregrin accepted, and allowed
his better half to pull him to his feet. Merry spoke.
"I suppose, my darling Took, that you have quite
learned your lesson?"
"Oh, *yes*, dearest Meriadoc," Pippin purred,
seductively. Then he winked, mischievously. "For the
time *being*, at any rate."
"Most incorrigible hobbit!" laughed Merry. "You will
be back over my knee tomorrow!"
"Indeed he will not," Gandalf's voice interrupted,
startling the hell out of both of the halflings.
"Although he may soon find himself over
mine! He will accompany me to Minas Tirith!" The
Wizard's face then softened, amused. "I've a good mind
to roast the both of you, but there is no time! I
suppose you did not notice the *Nazgul* flapping
over your heads as you engaged in your careless
frolics! But the entire camp noticed you! Do not doubt
that everyone overheard your shenanigans, no matter
*how* far removed you thought you were! Peregrin is
hardly as stealthy in matters of lust as he is as a
thief! But I thank him, for he has made it easier for
me to locate you truants!"
Pippin flushed violently and dipped his head, suddenly
aware and ashamed of his nakedness before the Wizard.
"Stop blushing and get dressed, you tom-fool of a
Took!" Gandalf snapped. "We shall depart at once on
Shadowfax! You will not much enjoy the ride, I fear,
given your recent escapades. But these things cannot
be helped now. You, Merry, will go with Aragorn!
Come!"
As Pippin hastily pulled on the clothing which had not
been ripped beyond recognition, he gazed at Merry
apologetically. Merry gazed back with wistful
understanding, as he realized that he might not see
his beloved companion for quite some time.
Further lessons would merely have to wait. ; )
That's all, Folks! (no hobbits were harmed in the
making of this fic)