Bilbo's Other Books

Title: Bilbo's Other Books
Author: Nauglamir
Author's email:
Pairings: Frodo, Freddy, Merry & Pippin
Rating: NC 17
Summary: Bilbo tells stories not in the Red Book
Disclaimer: All these characters are the property of the good professor, JRR Tolkien. I am making no money from this story. Please don't hate/sue/revile me for this story. Maybe I should not have taken his beloved characters in this direction but I believe there are many branches to the tree.
Warning: If you are on this site I imagine you are already wary however there is light BDSM & - well - Frodo, Merry & Pippin are cousins but not first cousins.
Author's notes: If you post this elsewhere please let me know

*********************************************************************

Bilbo's Other Books

There was no doubting that Bilbo was a master storyteller. His wit, his understanding of folks and his mischievous countenance made him irresistible to the boys in the Shire. They would come, the four of them, to play at Bag End all day and to listen to Bilbo's stories at night.

As they entered their tweens Bilbo thought that he might teach them things that would be somewhat useful to them as they were entered adult life and his prescience served the boys much more than the old Hobbit ever intended.

This particular night they had all cleared the dinner things and were washing up. Merry wound up a damp teatowel and flicked Freddy Bolger's bottom. Fatty yelped and stumbled. "Fatty, you scream like a girl," taunted Pippin, pushing him back as he fell toward him. He then fell against Frodo who was on a stool putting the tureen away. "Oi! Watch out you oafs!" He leapt off his stool onto Merry and soon the boys were tumbling around with each other in the matter of adolescent boys everywhere when Bilbo arrived at the door.

"What's all this boys? Are we in the mood for a rougher story tonight?" They all looked up with bright eyes and sweat on their brows and looking as eager as if they'd been offered fudge. For, if the truth be known, Bilbo would always sweeten the stories someway. Fudge was their favourite though, and Bilbo's pockets were full to bulging with it as he swung round impishly and sprang away to the library. The boys hurried after him and took ages setting themselves down. Their bottoms squirming for the greatest comfort available to them, pushing each other, and finally settling to a muddled heap on the rug all leaning against each other and Bilbo started to speak.

It was a tale of Elves and a young, lost Hobbit traveler. He had come across a copse filled with Elves and had asked them the way out of the forest. The Elves sprang up and doused their lights and left the poor Hobbit running around in the dark, yelling and begging them not to leave him there all alone. Round and round in circles he ran until he could no longer find the path and he was weary to the point of exhaustion when he flung himself down, hungry and terrified of the dark and fell into a swoon.

When he next opened his eyes he found to his terror that he was bound with silver ties. They seemed thin and fragile but when he tugged at them they tightened on his wrists. The more he struggled against them, the more they tightened until he lay back again exhausted from his efforts. He still felt weak and light-headed.

He nearly jumped out of skin when a voice in his ear whispered, "You better lie still, little Orc or you shall be whipped for your troubles. "Orc!" protested the lad. "I'm no Orc. I am Tamto Proudfoot, a Hobbit from the Shire and I'm lost and I'm hungry and you shouldn't tie me up like a wild beast!"

There was silvery laughter from seemingly all sides of him and the voices seemed lovely though they belonged to his rude captors. "He says he's a Hobbit, whatever that is, certainly he does not look nor sound like any Orc I've ever seen - or heard." Elves like to be proper in their speech, you understand.

"Well, a Hobbit he may be, whatever that is, but I don't see why we should miss out on a game. We have him tied up, after all, and he's actually quite cute. We wouldn't even have to wash him."

Well, these last words filled young Tomto with a great unease, game, the voice had said and wash. He was not at all certain that he was not in great danger.

Another voice chimed in - and I say chimed because that's how Tomto thought of them, like silver chimes hung in the wind. "Yes, actually, I agree. Lets have a game. We have ages till we have to be back and we don't have to hurt him or anything - just a little game.

And so that is how poor Tomto found himself surrounded by Elves, trussed up in fine rope, undressed and landing on every knee in the circle. They sang a queer little song as they passed him round, patting his bare bottom and on each successive knee the pats became harder and harder until they stung mightily. At first he was just too confused and scared to utter a sound but as the slaps became more enthusiastic and the song got faster, he couldn't help but let out a yelp. Between each knee he would be fondled and the fondling became more and more, well, Tomto couldn't say exactly how "more" it became.

The hands ran over him as they passed him and when they touched certain places he thought that they must have laid little spells because fireworks would seem to go off inside him. Soon he began to identify where the spells were the strongest. They rubbed his nipples first and fondled his whizzer but as the song became faster and the spanking became harder, the fondling became more intimate until Tomto realized that he was being invaded and each time more and more spells went off where his whizzer lay, all big and flopping around now. They have put a growing spell on my whizzer, he thought in alarm. If I ever get "Ow!" out of this "Oooww!" I might never get it back in my breeches "Oooooowwwww!"

Bilbo paused to take a deep breath and looked around the room to cries of "Don't Stop!" and "What happened then?" and "What were they doing with him?" this last from Freddy Bolger. "Would you like to know Fatty, dear?" asked Bilbo sweetly and the other boys eyes went rounder than they had been. "Oh, yes please Uncle Bilbo," said Freddy shyly and breathlessly. "Alright, I'll teach you all the song and you other boys can play the Elves part. You'll have to be bare bottomed if you're to be Tomto."

Blushing furiously, Freddy wriggled out of his trousers. The other boys were all breathing very hard now and slightly rocking in their seats, and as Bilbo started to sing he lifted Freddy onto the nearest knee and it happened to belong to Merry. As Bilbo chanted Merry patted Freddy's bottom keeping in time

"Pat a cake, pat a cake little man
Give me your cake as fast as you can
Pat it once, pat it twice and pat it for three
Now come on dear fellow and pass him to ME"

And on the "ME" Bilbo had picked up Freddy and deposited him onto Frodo's lap who was grinning madly and starting to sing along. He took to the patting with gusto "Pat a cake..."

By the time he was at "Pat it once..." Freddy was starting to squeak which made the boys laugh as the round little boy did have a high-pitched squeal and sounded quite like a girl. When he reached "ME" Bilbo was in again like a flash grabbing the boy by the hips and depositing him on Pippins leg. The rhythm had built in speed during the last verse and now that the boys were confident of the words, the rhyme became much faster and Pippin spared nothing to the great slaps he landed on the bare, flame red bottom now jiggling around in the air, he was squealing and crying and giggling all at he same time. When Pip had finished his go Bilbo did not pick him up but Merry wanted him all the same so he started to put his arms around Freddy to haul him across when they heard Freddy say rather breathlessly, "Is this... where the... fondling starts?"

"Oh, yes, my little Orc, it is," answered Merry and his hands ran over the smooth round pectorals and his fingers found nipples so he rubbed them, curious to see what would happen. He was not disappointed. "OH, SPELLS!!" Freddy cried and he wiggled around and started to rub his crotch against Pippins knee that he was still hooked over. Pippin was fascinated with the grinding red flanks and started to fondle them and Frodo, not to be left out, wiggled his hand under Freddy's torso and found the boy's whizzer and tried to peer through the crack at it. "It's harder than rock, someone has cast a spell." He breathed and suddenly there was chaos "Aaaarggh" yelled Frodo, "Oh no..." moaned Pip and Merry looked up "Where? What?" "He's all wet!" cried Frodo and Freddy's face was blissful with smiles. "Mmmm, ooh, thas sas so very nice." You can spank me anytime Elvyboys."

This made them giggle and Bilbo told them to all kiss him so he would know that they loved him and weren't serious about spanking him and the hugging and kissing didn't seem to stop at Freddy. They kissed and hugged each other until Pippin said, "Ew, I'm still sticky!"

"Yes, lads, time for bath and bed, the coppers been boiling and the water's nice and hot now." The four of them followed Bilbo to the bathroom and all helped to carry and pour water and find the soap and washers and soon they were frothing up the water and singing the old bath song.

Bilbo had left them to it and when he came back it was with big, fluffy towels and robes that he'd been warming by the fire. He handed out the last of the fudge and they dried each other as they had washed each other so the huggy, kissy feeling hung around them like the big robes.

"Come on then, into bed." They all climbed up into the huge four-poster that had once belonged to a big person from Bree and they all snuggled down. Freddy was asleep almost as soon as he hit the pillow, he could not keep his eyes open to get all his "goodnights" out but the other three were still wiggly and could not lie still.

Bilbo came back into the room with a bowl that held some warm, damp washers. "My guess is that there might still be some stickiness tonight before you lot can get to sleep so here's something to clean up with."

They all looked at him with their big eyes and their full, cherry red mouths expectantly and he sighed, "Well, I'll give you an idea to get started, shall I?" They nodded their full agreement, "Let's see. Frodo, this time, you be Tomto as you're in the middle because that's just where he found himself one night in a cave to shelter from a huge storm. He was lying between two rather jolly Dwarves. They cuddled in close to Tomto for warmth but also because Tomto was so scared. The storm was very fearful, you see, because this was no ordinary storm. Outside the Mountain Trolls were fighting and throwing boulders at each other that would break the sides of the mountain as they hit and that would send a shower of smaller rocks cascading and bouncing down the mountain side just outside their cave.

Tomto shivered in fear and the Dwarves took pity on him and decided to distract him."

"First they rolled him on his side and said to him 'We're going to play the mining game, Tomto.'" Bilbo made rolling motions to the boys so Merry and Pippin rolled Frodo, who obligingly had started shivering, on to his side.

"They, too, had a little song to sing and as they sung, the Dwarves started to feel him all over for their lost gold mine" and Bilbo started to chant in a deep, gruff voice,

"Dig and Delve, Dig and Delve
Looking for lost gold
There is a mine not far from here
Or so the story's told.

Here's a hole, Hi! There's the mine
Alas, it's closed up tight.
Hold the shaft up, there's a lad
Now hand me the light"

"So the one at the front held up Tomto's shaft, yes, that's right Merry, you've got it. Now, the one at Tomto's back had found the lamp but he did not light it, he just took some oil from it, there you go, Pip." Bilbo had handed Pippin a little glass vial containing lavender scented oil. "Can you find the mine, Master Dwarf?" Bilbo asked as Pippin caught on. Dipping his fingers into the oil he then started to grope his fingers into Frodo's taught hole.

Dig and Delve, Dig and Delve
Dig down into the mine
Hold the shaft up, there's a lad
The digging going's fine"

Frodo was now gasping as he rocked back and forth between his two friends. Merry kept steady hold of his "shaft" as Frodo pumped against it and Pippin rubbed the oil further into the "mine" and he was soon entering Frodo with a finger and it made Frodo gasp harder and pump faster.

Merry and Pippin took up the last verse in the song again and Pippin experimentally probed him with a second finger which was the last straw for Frodo, he bucked and shuddered into Merry while Pippin let out a gasp, "Frodo, I could feel you - feel you..." but he couldn't find the word he wanted. Merry looked over the now slumped figure of Frodo to Pippin. "Pass me a washer, will you, he's all sticky now." He was grinning and kissing Frodo on his lips that were now a brilliant scarlet.

"Go on, Frodo, you've got to move over now 'cos Merry and I aren't sleepy yet, I want to feel that thing again, Merry, you should have felt inside the mine. It was like great waves, over and over." "Mmmmmm" agreed Frodo, "OK, I'll move, let me cuddle up to Fatty.

The boys squirmed over each other and Frodo snuggled against the warm sleeping boy and closed his eyes. "You were good Dwarfys, thank you," he murmured and snuggled down further.

Merry and Pippin fell immediately to feeling each other all over and ing ing each other. Merry could feel Pippins nipples were hard and puckered and touched his own. They both started to groan and Pippin said, "can I be Tomto now?"

"But I don't want to be left last, you'll fall asleep like Frodo and Freddy. What will we do, Bilbo?"

"Well," said Bilbo, "Good natured folks always take turns and never leave each other hanging, Pippin would just have to stay awake. However, I do remember one story where Tomto had taken a job at an Inn over in Bree as a stable hand. He had been called out late at night from his bed to stable a horse for a late visitor to the Inn and had just finished feeding and watering the animal and rubbing him down when the traveler came in to check on his horse. He was tall and dark and mysterious with a large green cloak and hood that hung down over his face and stood too close to Tomto, which made him very nervous. "Is there anything else you or your horse would be wanting tonight beforeurn urn in, sir?" he asked, sincerely hoping there wasn't.

"Why yes, young master, my horse loves nothing better than a salt lick." The tall man towered over Tomto so he had to look straight up to see him. "I've a large one right here, sir. I'll just go get it." But as Tomto turned around to fetch it he was caught up by the man who held his arms up in the air..." go on Merry, hold his arms above his head. "Then, lickety-split. His wrists were caught up in horses hobbles..." Bilbo paused to launch a piece of rope with two nooses to Merry and then on he went.

"...and before our brave Tomto could cry out there was an obstruction in his mouth. The traveler had put his own cock into his mouth so he couldn't cry for help. Go on, Merry, before he yelps. "But then, as if that wasnbad bad enough the man's horse walked over to the trussed up Tomto and started licking where he knew there to be salt." Now Merry, we're short of players so you'll have to play horse as well, shift around all the way, that's it.

Pippin had struggled against his captivity and had been surprised at how it had made him feel. He was caught under Merry with his arms held above his head with the hobble wrapped around a sculptured iron leaf from the bedhead. Merry' shaft pressed up against his mouth. It should of disturbed him, he knew, but it excited him and he felt heat in his groin. When Merry started to play the horse and licked his own shaft, Pippin felt a surge of tingling pleasure run through him. This was a rough game and he liked it.

Pippin opened his mouth to take the gag and felt around Merry's bobbing cock with his lips. Merry gasped loudly at the touch and arched his back. "Oooh, Pi- er, Tomto, you rascal of a Hobbit." Pippin grinned. He may be bound but he wasn't helpless.

His tongue reached up to the head and swirled his tongue around the top until he found the slit and was curious. He felt his way in and out. This produced a long moan from Merry who decided that turn about is fair play. He bought his mouth down around Pippin's cock and took as much of it in as he could and made it all wet with his saliva and then sucked as he drew his mouth up. Pippin writhed with pleasure.

It didn't take much of this to send them both over the edge and the waves of delight were much bigger and stronger than any of them had felt before fumbling with themselves or in their wet dreams.MerrMerry flopped back on the bed with his head still at Pippin's feet. He toyed with the curly hair there untippinppin said, "Um, beggin' yer pardon, Mr. Man, but oy've got 'orses to attend to and I can't be 'anging around 'ere all day."

At this Merry and Bilbo burst out laughing and Merry bounded up to let Pippin free and then, accepting a cloth from Bilbo, wiped up the mess he had made on Pippin's face and surrounds and then himself.

Soon they were exhausted and snuggling down for maximum comfort when Merry put his head up. "Bilbo?"

"Eh?" Bilbo was stopped in the act of turning down the lamp and he turned to the boys. "What's that, Merry?"

"You traveled with Elves and Dwarves and Men. Are you Tomto?" Pippin and Merry looked at him quizzically.

"Now, I'm not the first Hobbit to travel the wilds of the world and I won't be the last. Of, course I'm not Tomto. Tomto was a Proudfoot." Bilbo said this as though it provided incontrovertible proof to his argument and doused the light.

"Goodnight, lads. Sweet dreams."

As the door closed and Pippin rolled over to cuddle Merry's back and he said with his last conscious thought, "Maybe we'll go traveling one day and meet some Elves and Dwarves and Men."

"Well," said Merry between yawns, "We'll know what do to with them if we do."

"Mmmmmm," said Pip.