Work Hard

You take the stewards advice to heart. If you work hard, maybe you can get a better job than shovelling horse shit, something you have no interest in doing for the rest of your life.

The stable master is a man named Gregor. He seems to be fairly young, maybe his mid to late 20s. He's also lazy, obnoxious, and ill tempered. You quickly learn to keep your mouth shut and concentrate on your work while he lazes with a wine skin. Every now and then he'll get bored and insult you, especially when he's drunk, but after getting a black eye, you learn not to try and speak back. Gregor knows the power he has over you. One bad report from him and the steward will never give you any other duties. Worse, you might end up in the mines.

One night you're working late. Gregor, unusually, has been working, lifting bails of hay. The day has been pretty warm so you have both removed your tunics. Gregor is pretty muscular, though his stomach is a little flabby due to too much beer and slouching. Eventually, you see why he is unusually active. A young woman has been loitering around the stables for much of the day; one of the maids from the castle. You grin slightly as you see Gregor showing off, tossing about bails of hay without actually accomplishing any meaningful task. Somewhat annoyingly, the display seems to be working for him though as the maid eyes your supervisor with obvious intention.

"Oy, runt, you can get to bed early" Gregor barks, getting you out of the way. "If I hear a peep out of you, I'll wring your neck!" he growls.

You don't stick around to be asked a second time. Even though the evening has barely begun, you don't mind not having to keep at work. You head up to the hayloft, your bedroom for the past month while you've been working in the stables. It's not great accommodation, but it's warm and dry and a pile of straw is a little more comfortable than the floor. You collapse into your pile and try to get comfortable.

Before you begin to get drowsy, you hear voices talking in the stables below. One you recognise as Gregor, and the feminine giggling you assume is the maid. You carefully sit up, trying not to make any noise and peer down into the stables. It's difficult to see much but you can clearly make out the two groping one another. Gregor has a hand up the blouse of the maid and you see his hand rhythmically massaging her breast as he kisses her neck. Her hand rubs along his back, still bare, and she gasps as he stimulates her. You can't make out much from your current vantage point, but you can see enough to arouse you. A bulge develops in your trousers and you rub against it.

Gregor stands back and you see him unfasten his belt to lower his trousers. From this angle, you can actually see what lies below his waist, but evidently the maid is impressed. "Suck it for me" he demands. The maid bites her lip and looks down uncertainly. "I don't know...what if someone were to see us?" she says nervously.

"There's no one here but us" he says, almost pleading. Either he's lying about you being in the stables, or he's forgotten. Eitherway, the maid seems nervous about being caught, which is hardly surprising. Women than fool around with men are usually shunned by others and her father is likely to punish her. That said, this sort of thing goes on all the time.

She reaches down and seems to take hold of Gregor's cock as she considers the proposition. "OK" she says as you see her head lower out of sight. The look of satisfaction that appears on Gregor's face suggests that she has gone to work.