JamieFraser
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Claes emerged from the forest of Yew, sweaty and tired, but bringing in a bulging stack of fresh made arrows. The tedium of chopping wood cleared his mind of concerns over the invasion by Jukas and the Chaos Dragoons. He gave them a wide berth, finding enough excitement in Covetous, where he picked through the corpses of Harpies for their plentiful feathers.
Ammunition chores done, he prepared for his evenings work as a houseboy, serving those in his guild with needs. Stopping in the stable yard, he stripped off his working leathers, down to his small clothes and dunked his head in the horse trough, splashing the cool water over his muscular shoulders, arms and chest, getting off the worst of the grim and sweat.
Dripping, he walked into the kitchen, where the old cook skreetched about him getting her floor wet. But Karie, the comely upstairs maid, smiled at him through half-closed lids and pinched his bottom as he sqeezed past. He looked over his shoulder before leaving the kitchen for the wash room to see her putting a fat, peeled carrot in her mouth and slowly sliding it in and out as her eyes twinkled at him. "Hmmm," thought Claes, "she'll be want'n some attention afore the night is out." He entered the stone-floored room with the big tub, already half-full of warm water, and stripped naked before getting in and stretching out to soak.
He was almost dozing off, idly slathering soaproot under his arms and around his belly and groin, getting extra fresh and clean, when Karie came in with a fresh kettle of boiling water. "Let's hot that up, Claes," she cooed, "they want ye nice and clean fer upstairs work, right?" He smiled and made room for Karie to pour it in, which she did slowly, not hiding the fact that her eyes were ranging over his powerful muscles and the mysterious darkness in the soapy water below his belly. She ruffled his wet hair with her fingers and sat on the bench beside the tub, stroking his shoulders with her fingertips as he finished his bath.
"The Mistress seemed particularly eager tae know when ye were tae return, Claes," purred Karie. "Master has been gone fighting the invasion so long, she's in need of a man again tonight, methinks." Karie dipped her hand in the tub and brought it up, drippled sparkling pearls of water over Claes' chest. She dipped again, in the pool between his legs, and stroked his cock. "I hope ye'll have some left fer me, Claes, after serv'n the Mistress." She gripped the tip and pinched it between her fingers. "I've needs tae, as ye ken well." She smiled and kissed his mouth before releasing his cock and sitting back, wiping her wet hands on her apron. The old cook cried out for her, and she smiled and left, blowing him a kiss at the door.
Clean and rested at last, Claes stepped out and dried himself, then rubbed in special oils that gave him strength and stamina, as well as making his skin gleam. From a peg on the wall, he took down a freshly cleaned studded leather ring with attached thongs. He slipped the ring over his limp cock and tightened it, then drew the thongs behind his waist and tied the ends together. The magic in the leather ring began working, and his cock rose and bobbed hard and thick, the tip almost purple, it was so suffused with hot blood.
His pulse rate increased a bit as the sensations filled his loins, but he took a breath and slipped on the studded leather collar that denoted his status as a bondsman of the house and then the silk tunic provided him, leaving the neckline open to show off his chest. "Mistress likes to toy with my chest hairs," he thought, "don't want to disappoint her."
He stepped into the loose drawstring trousers that went with the tunic, and tied the waist lightly so that they fell low on his lean hips. They were silk also, soft and pleated, giving his cock plenty of room, while draping so as to show off his readiness. With a few brushes of his hair in the looking glass, he stepped into his house slippers and headed through the kitchen toward the stairs up to the living quarters.
Karie stopped him in the kitchen for an inspection. For her own service, she had similarly changed into a snug, short leather skirt and a leather bustier that thrust her pert breasts up for admiration. Of course, the leather collar around her throat denoted her status as a servant. As she walked, she tossed her hips to make the skirt twitch up, exposing quick peeks at the sweet lower curves of her taut bottom.
She put her left hand in the center of his chest and looked him up and down. "Mistress' brother is here tonight, the lech," she groused, "I'll probably be kept up half thae night serving his feeble attempts." She reached down and grasped Claes' cock through the silk trousers and squeezed. "You better have some magic left fer me when I'm done, Claes," she brought her face close to his as she whispered, "I'll want to get rid of the memory of that old fart after I'm done upstairs." She released him and sent him up the stairs with a pat on his fanny. "Dinna let me down, houseboy."
Claes chuckled as he climbed the stairs and entered the fancy living quarters, walking slowly toward the Mistress. Lighted by the many candles in the room, seated in her fine dress in her armchair she was finishing some embroidery and chatting with her corpulent brother seated nearby. Claes bowed before her. "What might be your pleasure this evening, milady? This humble houseboy is at your service."
(to be continued ... feel free to post your own side story, perhaps from Karie's viewpoint, or perhaps that of the Mistress or the fat brother).
Ammunition chores done, he prepared for his evenings work as a houseboy, serving those in his guild with needs. Stopping in the stable yard, he stripped off his working leathers, down to his small clothes and dunked his head in the horse trough, splashing the cool water over his muscular shoulders, arms and chest, getting off the worst of the grim and sweat.
Dripping, he walked into the kitchen, where the old cook skreetched about him getting her floor wet. But Karie, the comely upstairs maid, smiled at him through half-closed lids and pinched his bottom as he sqeezed past. He looked over his shoulder before leaving the kitchen for the wash room to see her putting a fat, peeled carrot in her mouth and slowly sliding it in and out as her eyes twinkled at him. "Hmmm," thought Claes, "she'll be want'n some attention afore the night is out." He entered the stone-floored room with the big tub, already half-full of warm water, and stripped naked before getting in and stretching out to soak.
He was almost dozing off, idly slathering soaproot under his arms and around his belly and groin, getting extra fresh and clean, when Karie came in with a fresh kettle of boiling water. "Let's hot that up, Claes," she cooed, "they want ye nice and clean fer upstairs work, right?" He smiled and made room for Karie to pour it in, which she did slowly, not hiding the fact that her eyes were ranging over his powerful muscles and the mysterious darkness in the soapy water below his belly. She ruffled his wet hair with her fingers and sat on the bench beside the tub, stroking his shoulders with her fingertips as he finished his bath.
"The Mistress seemed particularly eager tae know when ye were tae return, Claes," purred Karie. "Master has been gone fighting the invasion so long, she's in need of a man again tonight, methinks." Karie dipped her hand in the tub and brought it up, drippled sparkling pearls of water over Claes' chest. She dipped again, in the pool between his legs, and stroked his cock. "I hope ye'll have some left fer me, Claes, after serv'n the Mistress." She gripped the tip and pinched it between her fingers. "I've needs tae, as ye ken well." She smiled and kissed his mouth before releasing his cock and sitting back, wiping her wet hands on her apron. The old cook cried out for her, and she smiled and left, blowing him a kiss at the door.
Clean and rested at last, Claes stepped out and dried himself, then rubbed in special oils that gave him strength and stamina, as well as making his skin gleam. From a peg on the wall, he took down a freshly cleaned studded leather ring with attached thongs. He slipped the ring over his limp cock and tightened it, then drew the thongs behind his waist and tied the ends together. The magic in the leather ring began working, and his cock rose and bobbed hard and thick, the tip almost purple, it was so suffused with hot blood.
His pulse rate increased a bit as the sensations filled his loins, but he took a breath and slipped on the studded leather collar that denoted his status as a bondsman of the house and then the silk tunic provided him, leaving the neckline open to show off his chest. "Mistress likes to toy with my chest hairs," he thought, "don't want to disappoint her."
He stepped into the loose drawstring trousers that went with the tunic, and tied the waist lightly so that they fell low on his lean hips. They were silk also, soft and pleated, giving his cock plenty of room, while draping so as to show off his readiness. With a few brushes of his hair in the looking glass, he stepped into his house slippers and headed through the kitchen toward the stairs up to the living quarters.
Karie stopped him in the kitchen for an inspection. For her own service, she had similarly changed into a snug, short leather skirt and a leather bustier that thrust her pert breasts up for admiration. Of course, the leather collar around her throat denoted her status as a servant. As she walked, she tossed her hips to make the skirt twitch up, exposing quick peeks at the sweet lower curves of her taut bottom.
She put her left hand in the center of his chest and looked him up and down. "Mistress' brother is here tonight, the lech," she groused, "I'll probably be kept up half thae night serving his feeble attempts." She reached down and grasped Claes' cock through the silk trousers and squeezed. "You better have some magic left fer me when I'm done, Claes," she brought her face close to his as she whispered, "I'll want to get rid of the memory of that old fart after I'm done upstairs." She released him and sent him up the stairs with a pat on his fanny. "Dinna let me down, houseboy."
Claes chuckled as he climbed the stairs and entered the fancy living quarters, walking slowly toward the Mistress. Lighted by the many candles in the room, seated in her fine dress in her armchair she was finishing some embroidery and chatting with her corpulent brother seated nearby. Claes bowed before her. "What might be your pleasure this evening, milady? This humble houseboy is at your service."
(to be continued ... feel free to post your own side story, perhaps from Karie's viewpoint, or perhaps that of the Mistress or the fat brother).
