Fill - Beneath Me 9/?
anonymous
August 21 2011, 21:44:29 UTC
“Eager for it, aren't you?” Erik's amused.
Charles glares at him. “Shut up.” He doesn't want to hear the man's words. He wants only his body: hands, mouth, and cock.
“You think I'm not?” Erik whispers, pressing down to grind against Charles. He's just as hard, just as hungry. Charles decides then and there what he wants. He arches up against Erik, rutting against his hand. Erik bites at his neck, tasting his skin. Then they're up somehow, standing, clothes disheveled, mouths flushes as they look at each other. Charles looks around, trying to figure out where...
“Last stall's empty.” Erik tells him, running a hand through his hair.
“Good.” Charles says bluntly. If there wasn't a more private place, he's not entirely sure he wouldn't have fucked Erik right there in the middle of the stable floor.
The stall is indeed empty, save for a pile of grain sacks. Erik nods at it. “Too rough for you?”
Charles reaches for him. “Not enough.” He gets Erik's trousers open enough for his hand to slip inside. Erik's eyes widen a little as Charles touches him, sliding his fist around the man's length.
“How're we doing this then?” Erik asks, surprisingly matter-of-fact for a man whose cock is already thrusting eagerly in Charles's fist.
Charles toys with the idea of letting the man....but, no. “How do you think?”
Erik's eyes lose a little of their warmth and for a second, Charles assumes that he's ruined it.
“I figured you wouldn't.” Erik says carelessly. “But I have a condition.”
“Oh?” Charles is amused by this.
“You want to fuck me, so fuck me. But first,” Erik smiles, “Suck me off.”
A surge of indignant surprise goes through Charles's mind, that the man should think he can just make Charles do that. All the same, he likes the feel of Erik's cock in his hand, likes the way Erik looks as Charles strokes him. He likes the thought of surprising Erik, so without another word Charles kneels gracefully. The look in Erik's eyes is worth any embarrassment. Slowly, Charles draws Erik's cock out of his trousers. He looks up at Erik speculatively, before licking a long, wet stripe along the shaft.
Erik leans against the stall, watching Charles silently. Charles has done this before, once, for a boy he knew at school, who did it to him first. He remembers how it was, the feel of a cock sliding across his tongue, the way he has to relax his muscles so he doesn't choke. But this, somehow, doing it to Erik is better. His cock is so eager, so...Charles can't describe it. He tongues at the slit, making Erik arch into his mouth with a moan. Charles licks all around the head, before closing his lips over it, drawing Erik into the heat of his mouth. Erik thrusts a little harder as Charles cups his balls.
Erik leans his head back, just watching the young lord on his knees taking his cock. “Never dreamed you would.” He murmurs as his fingers thread through Charles's hair.
Charles grins around his cock before pulling off wetly to look up at Erik. “Goes to show you, doesn't it?”
“What does?” Erik's eyes are still focused on his mouth.
“You're as stupid as you look.”
Erik throws his head back and laughs. It's a sound that causes a curious satisfaction in Charles's breast. “Fortunately, you're not as useless.”
Charles snorts in amusement, before returning to the task at hand. He licks around the head again, delicately this time, using little flicks of his tongue, loving the way Erik's straining for his mouth, so desperate, so needy. He looks up at Erik once more, and then takes him all the way in. Gagging a little as he maneuvers the cock down his throat, he soon falls into a bobbing rhythm. The way Erik's moaning is worth it.
Somewhere above him Erik is saying his name like a confessor saying his rosary, as fingers pull tightly at Charles's hair. Then he's coming fast and hot, spilling down Charles's throat in a rush. Charles hadn't planned on this, but it's swallow or choke, so he swallows. Then he sits back, wiping his mouth. Erik just looks at him, dazed, his cock hangs spent between his legs.
Re: Fill - Beneath Me 9/?
anonymous
August 22 2011, 00:32:11 UTC
mother of god, anon
there is not enough unf in the world for this. i just. wow. Everything is delicious illicit master/servant affair and sizzling hot blowjobs and nothing hurts.
Fill - Beneath Me 10/?
anonymous
August 30 2011, 05:39:03 UTC
Astonishingly, Erik does as he's told for once, kneeling down on the sacking and presenting his ass to Charles. Charles kneels behind him, pulling the man's trousers all way down to his thighs. Erik's ass is paler than the rest of him. Charles rests his palm on one cheek, enjoying the feel of it. He squeezes it gently before parting Erik's cheeks to examine his hole. Pink and eager and tight. Charles brushes a finger across it, loving the way Erik tenses when he does. He's going to enjoy this quite a bit.
“Are you going to look at it, or fuck it?” Erik growls.
For that Charles sticks the tip of his fingers straight in, making Erik whimper slightly.
“I'll fuck you when I want to fuck you,” Charles says calmly. He pushes a little further inside Erik's ass, knowing it must hurt just a little. Erik's clenching against his finger deliciously, his body protesting the intrusion. Charles pulls it out and spits on his hand. It'll have to do. This time, he pushes two spit-slicked fingers inside Erik who arches back against the burn.
“More.”
“More,” Charles echos. He thrusts the fingers harder, searching for the spot that will make Erik's knees tremble. He does that twice more till Erik is gasping, instead of talking. Then he spits again, rubbing his palm over his cock.
Erik tenses at the first push against his hole, but Charles grips his hips, and thrusts in slowly, past the tight ring of muscle, further and further until he's buried inside Erik.
“I had no intention of doing so.” Charles says, irked.
“Good.” Erik mutters.
Charles gives a quick thrust, just to get the feel of it. Oh god, Erik's ass was meant for his cock.
“Thought you were going to ride me.” Erik murmurs.
Charles grabs his hair as he pulls almost all the way out, then slamming back inside Erik once more. Charles does this until they're both gasping, and he's just fucking into Erik at a steady rhythm, watching his cock thrust in and out of Erik's hole. Sweat's trickling down Erik's back, his knees are spread wide as he bucks back against Charles. He's got one hand bracing himself, the other's between his legs, stroking himself off in time with Charles's thrusts. Charles can feel it when he comes, his whole body shuddering. It pushes Charles over the edge and it's all he can do to stop himself from shouting aloud to the night as he spills inside Erik, filling the man with his come.
When Erik finally goes still under him, Charles withdraws to fall over on his back, panting. He's limp and exhausted, and alive, more so than he's ever felt in his entire life. He hasn't even fastened his trousers yet. He doesn't want to move.
Fill - Beneath Me 11/?
anonymous
August 30 2011, 05:40:04 UTC
Erik's laying to his left, an arm casually propped behind his head. He's smoking. Charles blinks.
“Thought I told you not to do that.” Charles isn't sure if he means to reprimand the man or not. He only knows the words come out lazy and sated. Erik grins.
“That what you're calling it?” He blows a smoke ring up into the air. “Guess you'll just have to tell me again sometime.”
The certainty in his voice makes Charles want to slap him, for taking him for granted, for simply assuming there'd be a next time, but all he says is, “More than likely.” He pushes himself up with a yawn. It's getting late, he should go in. Charles looks down at Erik, lying there in the dim glow of the lantern. He doesn't want to go. He's half tempted to stay, but that would be worse.
“What made you change your mind?” Erik asks idly.
“What?”
“Earlier you'd have none of me and now all of a sudden you were hot for it.”
Charles gets to his feet. “It has nothing to do with you.” He refastens his trousers, and stands, brushing the straw from his clothes.
“It has a little something.” Erik says pointedly.
Charles doesn't respond as he steps out of the stall and goes to the door. There's no one in sight. He looks back at Erik, who's leaning over the stall wall watching him.
“If you speak of this to anyone...”
“Who would I tell?” Erik raises his eyebrows.
“Good.” Charles turns on his heel and leaves.
Now he really needs a wash, but it's far too late to have the servants draw a bath. His father would want to know why he was making such a fuss. So Charles strips down and goes to bed smelling of the stables, the night air, and Erik.
Fill - Beneath Me 12/?
anonymous
August 31 2011, 04:30:16 UTC
In the morning it occurs to Charles that if his father ever discovers that he's fucking a servant, he'll be livid. It'd be bad enough if it was a housemaid, but the stable hand? Charles shudders at the thought of his father's displeasure. It's all too easy to picture. It should make him stay away from Erik. It should make Charles take care that nothing like last night ever happens again.
It should not make him get dressed, skip breakfast and head to the stables.
Erik's currying the chestnut mare when Charles enters. He glances up, pauses for a moment and then continues.
“Thought I'd go for a ride.” Charles says casually.
Erik nods, but says nothing. He's silent as he saddles the horse. Treading carefully, Charles thinks. Perhaps Erik has also realized the possible consequences of their actions.
“There's a stile near the river path.” Charles remarks as though he's telling Erik the sky is blue.
“I know it.” Erik waits, his eyes curious.
“Good.” Charles reaches for the reins. “Wait for me there.” He swings up into the saddle.
The slow, half-startled smile that spreads over Erik's face does nothing to him. Nothing at all, Charles tells himself blithely.
Charles rides through the woods, enjoying the early morning breeze. He takes his time, but eventually turns his mount down the river path. When he's in view of the stile, for a moment he thinks Erik didn't come. Disappointment settles over Charles like a damp shirt. He'd really thought...
And then Charles sees him, leaning against the fence, tossing his cap lazily in the air. Charles swings down from the saddle, ties the reins loosely to the fence. His heart beats rapidly in his chest, his cock is already aching between his legs.
“Here now,” Erik starts but that's as far as he gets because Charles is kissing him, his mouth hot on Erik's. His fingers pull at Erik's shirt. Charles wants to feel skin under his fingertips.
Erik's half laughing, half kissing him. Charles should care, but he doesn't. He pulls Erik's shirt open, wide enough for him to be able to bite at Erik's throat before pressing his open mouth wetly to Erik's chest. Now Erik isn't laughing, no, he's half groaning under the assault of Charles's mouth on his bare skin.
“Come on,” Erik manages, “Come on.”
Charles pushes him up against the steps of the stile. Erik hits the step with a thump, grinning up at Charles. “I like you like this.” He tells Charles appreciatively.
“Shut up and turn round,” Charles pants. He's got his trousers open at last, cock out. He runs his hand down the length of it, priming himself. Erik complies, dragging his trousers down over his hips before he kneels on the middle step. One of these days Charles wants to watch the man's face as he fucks him. But not today.
Today he wants just this. Barely any spit on his cock as he pushes the head against Erik's hole. He doesn't bother with fingers, not today. Erik hisses at the first thrust, but then he's pushing back against Charles, ass begging for more. Charles sinks into the tight delicious heat of Erik's hole, savoring the feeling of it. His hands pull at Erik's thighs, pushing his trousers down further. Skin, he wants skin. Erik's thighs are well-muscled, covered with fine hairs that Charles wants to rub his face against and cover with kisses. He wants to touch all of Erik, examine his body in great detail until he knows it inside and out. His hand moves to fist Erik's cock, tugging it roughly. Erik's moaning aloud.
Charles pulls at his hair, making Erik turn his head so that Charles can suck at his neck. Then his mouth is on Erik's and they're kissing, tongue and teeth, as they fuck right there on the stile where anyone who chanced along could see. Erik's cock strains, thrusting needly through Charles's fingers, and then he's coating Charles's hand with his come. Erik gasps as his body still moves against Charles's. Charles's hand slips down to cup his balls. He rubs his knuckles over overly sensitive flesh, causing Erik to cry out. Charles comes at last, riding out every last swell of his orgasm until he's spent and gasping, resting his head on the back of Erik's neck.
Fill - Beneath Me 13/?
anonymous
August 31 2011, 06:33:05 UTC
Charles slips out of Erik, stepping back from the stile. He cleans himself off, cock and hand, with his handkerchief before refastening his trousers.
Erik straightens up, wincing slightly. “I'll feel that for a few days.” He pulls his trousers up, eying Charles as he does.
“Good.” Charles murmurs. He likes the image of Erik, sore with remembering the stretch of Charles's cock throughout his day. The very thought of it sends a fresh surge of lust to his groin.
Erik buttons his shirt. “You kiss well enough for a lord's son at any rate.”
Charles slaps him automatically. The blow leaves a flat red imprint on Erik's cheek.
“Now look here,” Charles steps closer into Erik's space. “I want your body, not your mind, such as it is. I want your mouth, not your words. So keep any such thoughts you have to yourself. Is that clear?”
Erik slaps him back casually. The sting of it takes Charles's breath away. No servant has ever dared touch him in such a fashion.
“I'll say what I like,” Erik says bluntly. “You want the use of my body,” He shrugs, “All right then, but if you ever,”
“Shut up!” Charles spits thickly.
Erik's jaw tightens. In an instant he's pulling Charles closer by his collar, dragging him in for a harsh, bruising kiss. The force of it, the rough drag of Erik's tongue on his leaves Charles gasping for air, let alone thought.
“Admit it,” Erik whispers. “You like the way I kiss.”
“It's not entirely without its merits.” Charles murmurs. Erik's hand moves between his legs, cupping his spent cock, teasing him. “I...like your mouth.” He does. He likes Erik's mouth far more than he should, and it hasn't even touched his cock yet.
“That's fair.” Erik strokes him, “I like yours.” He leans in to pull at Charles's lower lip with his teeth. “I want to fuck you."
The words make Charles's skin hot all over. He can't...but, oh god, the thought of it cause his knees to turn weak. He'll never get Erik to obey him if he lets him, but Charles wants it all the same.
“You'll have to earn it.” The words are as much a surprise to him as they are to Erik.
“What if I took you right here,” Erik murmurs. “On your knees in the grass, that perfect ass of yours, all white and pure against the dirt.” He leans in, his eyes gazing heatedly at Charles, “What if I fucked you here here and now, you begging for my cock to fill your ass?”
“That's enough.” Charles cries out. His face is red; he can't stop picturing it. He wants, god, he wants it. It takes every last inch of his willpower to pull away from Erik and head for his horse. “Return to your duties.” He orders.
“Yes, sir.” Erik bows his head mockingly.
Charles's temper breaks. He grabs his riding crop from the saddle and lashes Erik across the cheek.
Erik's head snaps back. He raises his hand to his face in surprise. His eyes are dark as he looks up at Charles as he mounts.
“If you open your mouth once more to say anything other than “Yes, my lord, I'll whip you so hard you'll be begging for my cock instead.” Charles pushes the tip of the crop under Erik's chin, forcing his head back. “Understood?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Good. See that you're not late returning to the stables.” With that, Charles wheels his horse around and rides off.
Fill - Beneath Me 14/?
anonymous
August 31 2011, 06:44:23 UTC
The rest of the day passes in a slow, dull haze. The duties Lord Xavier has assigned to Charles are monotonous. He's bored to tears as he oversees the supposedly idle gardener mending the fence. He can't help replaying the morning's events while pretending to pay attention. Charles doesn't know what he wants more, for Erik to continue his insolence, so that Charles can punish him, or for Erik to behave and prove that Charles can control him. Occasionally at least.
When he thinks of Erik's words, his cock stirs instantly. Charles wants it. His father would despise that even more, his son spreading his legs for a servant. Charles knows this to be true. And he knows, for good or for bad, that's helped decide the matter. He'll let Erik fuck him. But not just yet. Let the man sweat a while longer.
At dinner that night, the meal is silent except when Lord Xavier remarks upon some topic and Charles murmurs a response. He pushes a piece of ham across his plate, wondering if his father would notice if he threw it across the room. At last Lord Xavier pats his mouth with his napkin and pushes his chair back.
“Fetch the stable hand in.” His father interrupts Charles's silent sigh of relief as the servants clear away the plates.
“What?” Charles starts. His father can't have discovered them. He wouldn't have been so bloody calm all through dinner. Unless he was waiting for Charles to confess. Guilt coils in Charles's stomach, making him queasy.
“I wish to speak to him about the horses.” His father gazes at him disapprovingly. “Don't dally, Charles. Fetch him into the study.” He strides ahead.
“Sir.” Charles goes out. He tells the butler to fetch Erik. He doesn't want to venture into the stable just now. Instead he joins his father in the study.
Erik's rap is quick at the study door.
“Enter,” Lord Xavier moves to the sideboard where he keeps his liquor.
Charles sits back, enjoying the sight of Erik here amongst his father's private lair. Erik stands uneasily in the middle of the room. He's out of place with his rough clothes and dirty hands. The scent of leather and horses follows him. Yet the force of his presence is undeniable. Charles can't deny the pull he feels, even here, right under his father's nose.
“What happened to your face?” Lord Xavier pours himself a glass of port.
“A branch caught it earlier, my lord.” Erik says, carefully not looking at Charles.
“Hmph, well, then. We shall be attending the Shaw hunt this coming weekend. We'll need the horses well exercised in preparation. See that you measure their feed carefully. Don't want them getting bloated.”
“Yes, my lord.” Erik waits to be dismissed, but Xavier's gaze has moved to his son.
“Shaw's daughter will attending the hunt. We've considered pairing the two of you before the hunt is over.” He takes a sip of port. “She can ride damn well they say. Maybe she can teach you to keep your seat better.”
“Very well, sir.” Charles keeps his hands flat on the arms of his chair. He knows Erik is watching this, but he refuses to acknowledge his gaze.
“You can go, the both of you.” Xavier dismisses them without another glance.
Erik follows Charles out into the hall. For a second there's only silence, heavy and awkward between them.
“Is that the way of it then?” Erik's voice is soft.
Charles glares at him. “I told you.”
“So you did.” Erik leans in, his mouth grazing Charles's jaw, kissing him right there in his father's hallway.
Fill - Beneath Me 15/?
anonymous
August 31 2011, 06:54:53 UTC
The walk to the stables takes too long. Charles reaches for his riding crop as soon as he enters it. Erik's waiting, eyes dancing with anticipation with what is to come.
“Shirt off, trousers down.” Charles orders. Erik obeys readily enough. As his skin is revealed, Charles swallows painfully over the rush of lust in his throat. “Bend over the bench.”
For the first time, there's a touch of embarrassment in Erik's face. Still, he obeys, if rather slowly.
“Hands on the ground.”
Erik rests his palms flat on the stable floor. His ass is displayed splendidly over the bench. Charles moves in, kicking his legs further apart. He thinks of how he fucked Erik this morning and brings the crop down across Erik's bare ass. Erik grunts, but doesn't cry out. There's a lovely red stripe against the paleness of his skin. Charles admires it, then adds another. He studies the way Erik's hips jerk forward with each blow, then tense in readiness for the next. Charles glances between his legs. Erik's hard, already leaking slightly, his pre-come dripping to the stable floor.
“Looks as though I'm not the only one enjoying this.” Charles lays another blow.
This time Erik doesn't stop himself from groaning low in his throat. “Please.”
“You know full well when it will stop.” Charles tells him. “When you beg for my cock.”
Erik grimaces, but another blow across his already sensitive ass makes him whimper. “Please, sir.”
“Yes?” Charles hits him across the thighs just for variety.
Erik moans. “Your, cock, fuck, just...”
“How badly do you want it?” Charles brings the crop down again.
“Enough that I'm begging,” Erik grits out. Charles laughs. He lands another blow before walking around to stand in front of Erik.
“Open up.” Erik does so reluctantly. Charles slips the tip of his riding crop inside, resting it lightly on Erik's tongue. “Suck it.”
Erik's glaring at him; he knows what Charles is planning, but he does it anyway. Finally Charles pulls the crop from his mouth and returns to his former position. Parting Erik's reddened cheeks, Charles pushes the tip of the riding crop just inside his hole. Erik hisses sharply between his teeth, his hands pushing at the floor in a vain effort to steady himself. Charles pushes the crop further, forcing another whimper from Erik's tongue.
Charles reaches down between Erik's legs to take hold of his balls. “Stroke yourself off, do it.”
Erik's breath sounds forced, and ragged, but his hand reaches down to ease over his shaft. His rhythm is awkward, his fingers brushing against Charles's as Charles caresses his balls lightly, squeezing tenderly. Erik's moans are louder as Charles fucks him with the riding crop. It doesn't take long at all. Erik comes with a faint cry, his balls tightening in Charles's hand as he spills shamelessly over his own fingers.
Charles pulls the crop out of him, and walks around to face Erik once more. Erik looks up at him. There's sweat on his brow, and his cheeks are warm with lust.
“Clean it off.” Charles holds the crop out. Erik licks it tentatively, his eyes still on Charles. His tongue rasps over the leather bit. “There,” Charles says at last. He hangs the crop up and cricks his neck slightly.
Erik stands slowly. He'll be even more sore tomorrow, Charles wagers with no certain amount of personal satisfaction.
“Will you be wanting to ride in the morning, sir?” Erik asks at last. His tone is respectful, but his eyes look at Charles like they're a storm waiting to unleash its thunder.
“Yes,” Charles smiles. “Have my horse ready.”
“As you please.” Erik murmurs.
Charles leans in. “You'll dream of me tonight, won't you?” He cups one of Erik's cheeks, squeezing. Erik moans delightfully, lips parting in a mix of pain and pleasure. Charles can't deny himself a final kiss. He slides his hands over Erik's ass, pulling him closer as his mouth claims Erik's.
Re: Fill - Beneath Me 15/?
anonymous
August 31 2011, 13:31:49 UTC
OMFG! I LOVE HOW ERIK IS SUCH A SLUT FOR CHARLES'S COCK. UNFFFFFFFFFFFF!
ERIK JUST CAN'T SAY NO TO CHARLES EVEN THOUGH HE KNOWS THAT CHARLES WILL SOON BE MARRIED OFF -- AND TO SHAW'S DAUGHTER, EVEN. (Truly, my heart breaks for Erik. He does not show it but maybe he'd like to be more than a stable boy who bends over for Charles every time Charles gets an erection.)
THIS IS SO HOT, ANON! AND I LOVE THE SPANKING AND THE FRIGGING USING THAT RIDING CROP. THIS IS WHAT A STABLE BOY AU SHOULD BE.
YOU HAVE MADE ME SO HAPPY TODAY -- SO HAPPY IN MY PANTS! :DDDDDD THANK YOU! PLEASE UPDATE SOON. (I CANNOT WAIT FOR CHARLES TO BOTTOM!)
Charles glares at him. “Shut up.” He doesn't want to hear the man's words. He wants only his body: hands, mouth, and cock.
“You think I'm not?” Erik whispers, pressing down to grind against Charles. He's just as hard, just as hungry. Charles decides then and there what he wants. He arches up against Erik, rutting against his hand. Erik bites at his neck, tasting his skin. Then they're up somehow, standing, clothes disheveled, mouths flushes as they look at each other. Charles looks around, trying to figure out where...
“Last stall's empty.” Erik tells him, running a hand through his hair.
“Good.” Charles says bluntly. If there wasn't a more private place, he's not entirely sure he wouldn't have fucked Erik right there in the middle of the stable floor.
The stall is indeed empty, save for a pile of grain sacks. Erik nods at it. “Too rough for you?”
Charles reaches for him. “Not enough.” He gets Erik's trousers open enough for his hand to slip inside. Erik's eyes widen a little as Charles touches him, sliding his fist around the man's length.
“How're we doing this then?” Erik asks, surprisingly matter-of-fact for a man whose cock is already thrusting eagerly in Charles's fist.
Charles toys with the idea of letting the man....but, no. “How do you think?”
Erik's eyes lose a little of their warmth and for a second, Charles assumes that he's ruined it.
“I figured you wouldn't.” Erik says carelessly. “But I have a condition.”
“Oh?” Charles is amused by this.
“You want to fuck me, so fuck me. But first,” Erik smiles, “Suck me off.”
A surge of indignant surprise goes through Charles's mind, that the man should think he can just make Charles do that. All the same, he likes the feel of Erik's cock in his hand, likes the way Erik looks as Charles strokes him. He likes the thought of surprising Erik, so without another word Charles kneels gracefully. The look in Erik's eyes is worth any embarrassment. Slowly, Charles draws Erik's cock out of his trousers. He looks up at Erik speculatively, before licking a long, wet stripe along the shaft.
Erik leans against the stall, watching Charles silently. Charles has done this before, once, for a boy he knew at school, who did it to him first. He remembers how it was, the feel of a cock sliding across his tongue, the way he has to relax his muscles so he doesn't choke. But this, somehow, doing it to Erik is better. His cock is so eager, so...Charles can't describe it. He tongues at the slit, making Erik arch into his mouth with a moan. Charles licks all around the head, before closing his lips over it, drawing Erik into the heat of his mouth. Erik thrusts a little harder as Charles cups his balls.
Erik leans his head back, just watching the young lord on his knees taking his cock. “Never dreamed you would.” He murmurs as his fingers thread through Charles's hair.
Charles grins around his cock before pulling off wetly to look up at Erik. “Goes to show you, doesn't it?”
“What does?” Erik's eyes are still focused on his mouth.
“You're as stupid as you look.”
Erik throws his head back and laughs. It's a sound that causes a curious satisfaction in Charles's breast. “Fortunately, you're not as useless.”
Charles snorts in amusement, before returning to the task at hand. He licks around the head again, delicately this time, using little flicks of his tongue, loving the way Erik's straining for his mouth, so desperate, so needy. He looks up at Erik once more, and then takes him all the way in. Gagging a little as he maneuvers the cock down his throat, he soon falls into a bobbing rhythm. The way Erik's moaning is worth it.
Somewhere above him Erik is saying his name like a confessor saying his rosary, as fingers pull tightly at Charles's hair. Then he's coming fast and hot, spilling down Charles's throat in a rush. Charles hadn't planned on this, but it's swallow or choke, so he swallows. Then he sits back, wiping his mouth. Erik just looks at him, dazed, his cock hangs spent between his legs.
“Right then,” Charles stands. “Hands and knees.”
He's going to enjoy this.
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Straight from angst to the pr0n. I'm loving this.
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there is not enough unf in the world for this. i just. wow. Everything is delicious illicit master/servant affair and sizzling hot blowjobs and nothing hurts.
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“Are you going to look at it, or fuck it?” Erik growls.
For that Charles sticks the tip of his fingers straight in, making Erik whimper slightly.
“I'll fuck you when I want to fuck you,” Charles says calmly. He pushes a little further inside Erik's ass, knowing it must hurt just a little. Erik's clenching against his finger deliciously, his body protesting the intrusion. Charles pulls it out and spits on his hand. It'll have to do. This time, he pushes two spit-slicked fingers inside Erik who arches back against the burn.
“More.”
“More,” Charles echos. He thrusts the fingers harder, searching for the spot that will make Erik's knees tremble. He does that twice more till Erik is gasping, instead of talking. Then he spits again, rubbing his palm over his cock.
Erik tenses at the first push against his hole, but Charles grips his hips, and thrusts in slowly, past the tight ring of muscle, further and further until he's buried inside Erik.
Erik's hips push backward, meeting Charles's thrust. “Don't stop there.”
“I had no intention of doing so.” Charles says, irked.
“Good.” Erik mutters.
Charles gives a quick thrust, just to get the feel of it. Oh god, Erik's ass was meant for his cock.
“Thought you were going to ride me.” Erik murmurs.
Charles grabs his hair as he pulls almost all the way out, then slamming back inside Erik once more. Charles does this until they're both gasping, and he's just fucking into Erik at a steady rhythm, watching his cock thrust in and out of Erik's hole. Sweat's trickling down Erik's back, his knees are spread wide as he bucks back against Charles. He's got one hand bracing himself, the other's between his legs, stroking himself off in time with Charles's thrusts. Charles can feel it when he comes, his whole body shuddering. It pushes Charles over the edge and it's all he can do to stop himself from shouting aloud to the night as he spills inside Erik, filling the man with his come.
When Erik finally goes still under him, Charles withdraws to fall over on his back, panting. He's limp and exhausted, and alive, more so than he's ever felt in his entire life. He hasn't even fastened his trousers yet. He doesn't want to move.
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“Thought I told you not to do that.” Charles isn't sure if he means to reprimand the man or not. He only knows the words come out lazy and sated. Erik grins.
“That what you're calling it?” He blows a smoke ring up into the air. “Guess you'll just have to tell me again sometime.”
The certainty in his voice makes Charles want to slap him, for taking him for granted, for simply assuming there'd be a next time, but all he says is, “More than likely.” He pushes himself up with a yawn. It's getting late, he should go in. Charles looks down at Erik, lying there in the dim glow of the lantern. He doesn't want to go. He's half tempted to stay, but that would be worse.
“What made you change your mind?” Erik asks idly.
“What?”
“Earlier you'd have none of me and now all of a sudden you were hot for it.”
Charles gets to his feet. “It has nothing to do with you.” He refastens his trousers, and stands, brushing the straw from his clothes.
“It has a little something.” Erik says pointedly.
Charles doesn't respond as he steps out of the stall and goes to the door. There's no one in sight. He looks back at Erik, who's leaning over the stall wall watching him.
“If you speak of this to anyone...”
“Who would I tell?” Erik raises his eyebrows.
“Good.” Charles turns on his heel and leaves.
Now he really needs a wash, but it's far too late to have the servants draw a bath. His father would want to know why he was making such a fuss. So Charles strips down and goes to bed smelling of the stables, the night air, and Erik.
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GUUUUUUH! ERIK IS SO INSOLENT. CHARLES, YOU NEED TO SHOW HIM WHO'S THE MASTER -- OVER AND OVER, PLEASE.
LOVE THIS, ANON!
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It should not make him get dressed, skip breakfast and head to the stables.
Erik's currying the chestnut mare when Charles enters. He glances up, pauses for a moment and then continues.
“Thought I'd go for a ride.” Charles says casually.
Erik nods, but says nothing. He's silent as he saddles the horse. Treading carefully, Charles thinks. Perhaps Erik has also realized the possible consequences of their actions.
“There's a stile near the river path.” Charles remarks as though he's telling Erik the sky is blue.
“I know it.” Erik waits, his eyes curious.
“Good.” Charles reaches for the reins. “Wait for me there.” He swings up into the saddle.
The slow, half-startled smile that spreads over Erik's face does nothing to him. Nothing at all, Charles tells himself blithely.
Charles rides through the woods, enjoying the early morning breeze. He takes his time, but eventually turns his mount down the river path. When he's in view of the stile, for a moment he thinks Erik didn't come. Disappointment settles over Charles like a damp shirt. He'd really thought...
And then Charles sees him, leaning against the fence, tossing his cap lazily in the air. Charles swings down from the saddle, ties the reins loosely to the fence. His heart beats rapidly in his chest, his cock is already aching between his legs.
“Here now,” Erik starts but that's as far as he gets because Charles is kissing him, his mouth hot on Erik's. His fingers pull at Erik's shirt. Charles wants to feel skin under his fingertips.
Erik's half laughing, half kissing him. Charles should care, but he doesn't. He pulls Erik's shirt open, wide enough for him to be able to bite at Erik's throat before pressing his open mouth wetly to Erik's chest. Now Erik isn't laughing, no, he's half groaning under the assault of Charles's mouth on his bare skin.
“Come on,” Erik manages, “Come on.”
Charles pushes him up against the steps of the stile. Erik hits the step with a thump, grinning up at Charles. “I like you like this.” He tells Charles appreciatively.
“Shut up and turn round,” Charles pants. He's got his trousers open at last, cock out. He runs his hand down the length of it, priming himself. Erik complies, dragging his trousers down over his hips before he kneels on the middle step. One of these days Charles wants to watch the man's face as he fucks him. But not today.
Today he wants just this. Barely any spit on his cock as he pushes the head against Erik's hole. He doesn't bother with fingers, not today. Erik hisses at the first thrust, but then he's pushing back against Charles, ass begging for more. Charles sinks into the tight delicious heat of Erik's hole, savoring the feeling of it. His hands pull at Erik's thighs, pushing his trousers down further. Skin, he wants skin. Erik's thighs are well-muscled, covered with fine hairs that Charles wants to rub his face against and cover with kisses. He wants to touch all of Erik, examine his body in great detail until he knows it inside and out. His hand moves to fist Erik's cock, tugging it roughly. Erik's moaning aloud.
Charles pulls at his hair, making Erik turn his head so that Charles can suck at his neck. Then his mouth is on Erik's and they're kissing, tongue and teeth, as they fuck right there on the stile where anyone who chanced along could see. Erik's cock strains, thrusting needly through Charles's fingers, and then he's coating Charles's hand with his come. Erik gasps as his body still moves against Charles's. Charles's hand slips down to cup his balls. He rubs his knuckles over overly sensitive flesh, causing Erik to cry out. Charles comes at last, riding out every last swell of his orgasm until he's spent and gasping, resting his head on the back of Erik's neck.
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Erik straightens up, wincing slightly. “I'll feel that for a few days.” He pulls his trousers up, eying Charles as he does.
“Good.” Charles murmurs. He likes the image of Erik, sore with remembering the stretch of Charles's cock throughout his day. The very thought of it sends a fresh surge of lust to his groin.
Erik buttons his shirt. “You kiss well enough for a lord's son at any rate.”
Charles slaps him automatically. The blow leaves a flat red imprint on Erik's cheek.
“Now look here,” Charles steps closer into Erik's space. “I want your body, not your mind, such as it is. I want your mouth, not your words. So keep any such thoughts you have to yourself. Is that clear?”
Erik slaps him back casually. The sting of it takes Charles's breath away. No servant has ever dared touch him in such a fashion.
“I'll say what I like,” Erik says bluntly. “You want the use of my body,” He shrugs, “All right then, but if you ever,”
“Shut up!” Charles spits thickly.
Erik's jaw tightens. In an instant he's pulling Charles closer by his collar, dragging him in for a harsh, bruising kiss. The force of it, the rough drag of Erik's tongue on his leaves Charles gasping for air, let alone thought.
“Admit it,” Erik whispers. “You like the way I kiss.”
“It's not entirely without its merits.” Charles murmurs. Erik's hand moves between his legs, cupping his spent cock, teasing him. “I...like your mouth.” He does. He likes Erik's mouth far more than he should, and it hasn't even touched his cock yet.
“That's fair.” Erik strokes him, “I like yours.” He leans in to pull at Charles's lower lip with his teeth. “I want to fuck you."
The words make Charles's skin hot all over. He can't...but, oh god, the thought of it cause his knees to turn weak. He'll never get Erik to obey him if he lets him, but Charles wants it all the same.
“You'll have to earn it.” The words are as much a surprise to him as they are to Erik.
“What if I took you right here,” Erik murmurs. “On your knees in the grass, that perfect ass of yours, all white and pure against the dirt.” He leans in, his eyes gazing heatedly at Charles, “What if I fucked you here here and now, you begging for my cock to fill your ass?”
“That's enough.” Charles cries out. His face is red; he can't stop picturing it. He wants, god, he wants it. It takes every last inch of his willpower to pull away from Erik and head for his horse. “Return to your duties.” He orders.
“Yes, sir.” Erik bows his head mockingly.
Charles's temper breaks. He grabs his riding crop from the saddle and lashes Erik across the cheek.
Erik's head snaps back. He raises his hand to his face in surprise. His eyes are dark as he looks up at Charles as he mounts.
“If you open your mouth once more to say anything other than “Yes, my lord, I'll whip you so hard you'll be begging for my cock instead.” Charles pushes the tip of the crop under Erik's chin, forcing his head back. “Understood?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Good. See that you're not late returning to the stables.” With that, Charles wheels his horse around and rides off.
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When he thinks of Erik's words, his cock stirs instantly. Charles wants it. His father would despise that even more, his son spreading his legs for a servant. Charles knows this to be true. And he knows, for good or for bad, that's helped decide the matter. He'll let Erik fuck him. But not just yet. Let the man sweat a while longer.
At dinner that night, the meal is silent except when Lord Xavier remarks upon some topic and Charles murmurs a response. He pushes a piece of ham across his plate, wondering if his father would notice if he threw it across the room. At last Lord Xavier pats his mouth with his napkin and pushes his chair back.
“Fetch the stable hand in.” His father interrupts Charles's silent sigh of relief as the servants clear away the plates.
“What?” Charles starts. His father can't have discovered them. He wouldn't have been so bloody calm all through dinner. Unless he was waiting for Charles to confess. Guilt coils in Charles's stomach, making him queasy.
“I wish to speak to him about the horses.” His father gazes at him disapprovingly. “Don't dally, Charles. Fetch him into the study.” He strides ahead.
“Sir.” Charles goes out. He tells the butler to fetch Erik. He doesn't want to venture into the stable just now. Instead he joins his father in the study.
Erik's rap is quick at the study door.
“Enter,” Lord Xavier moves to the sideboard where he keeps his liquor.
Charles sits back, enjoying the sight of Erik here amongst his father's private lair. Erik stands uneasily in the middle of the room. He's out of place with his rough clothes and dirty hands. The scent of leather and horses follows him. Yet the force of his presence is undeniable. Charles can't deny the pull he feels, even here, right under his father's nose.
“What happened to your face?” Lord Xavier pours himself a glass of port.
“A branch caught it earlier, my lord.” Erik says, carefully not looking at Charles.
“Hmph, well, then. We shall be attending the Shaw hunt this coming weekend. We'll need the horses well exercised in preparation. See that you measure their feed carefully. Don't want them getting bloated.”
“Yes, my lord.” Erik waits to be dismissed, but Xavier's gaze has moved to his son.
“Shaw's daughter will attending the hunt. We've considered pairing the two of you before the hunt is over.” He takes a sip of port. “She can ride damn well they say. Maybe she can teach you to keep your seat better.”
“Very well, sir.” Charles keeps his hands flat on the arms of his chair. He knows Erik is watching this, but he refuses to acknowledge his gaze.
“You can go, the both of you.” Xavier dismisses them without another glance.
Erik follows Charles out into the hall. For a second there's only silence, heavy and awkward between them.
“Is that the way of it then?” Erik's voice is soft.
Charles glares at him. “I told you.”
“So you did.” Erik leans in, his mouth grazing Charles's jaw, kissing him right there in his father's hallway.
Charles pulls away. “Stables. Now.”
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“Shirt off, trousers down.” Charles orders. Erik obeys readily enough. As his skin is revealed, Charles swallows painfully over the rush of lust in his throat. “Bend over the bench.”
For the first time, there's a touch of embarrassment in Erik's face. Still, he obeys, if rather slowly.
“Hands on the ground.”
Erik rests his palms flat on the stable floor. His ass is displayed splendidly over the bench. Charles moves in, kicking his legs further apart. He thinks of how he fucked Erik this morning and brings the crop down across Erik's bare ass. Erik grunts, but doesn't cry out. There's a lovely red stripe against the paleness of his skin. Charles admires it, then adds another. He studies the way Erik's hips jerk forward with each blow, then tense in readiness for the next. Charles glances between his legs. Erik's hard, already leaking slightly, his pre-come dripping to the stable floor.
“Looks as though I'm not the only one enjoying this.” Charles lays another blow.
This time Erik doesn't stop himself from groaning low in his throat. “Please.”
“You know full well when it will stop.” Charles tells him. “When you beg for my cock.”
Erik grimaces, but another blow across his already sensitive ass makes him whimper. “Please, sir.”
“Yes?” Charles hits him across the thighs just for variety.
Erik moans. “Your, cock, fuck, just...”
“How badly do you want it?” Charles brings the crop down again.
“Enough that I'm begging,” Erik grits out. Charles laughs. He lands another blow before walking around to stand in front of Erik.
“Open up.” Erik does so reluctantly. Charles slips the tip of his riding crop inside, resting it lightly on Erik's tongue. “Suck it.”
Erik's glaring at him; he knows what Charles is planning, but he does it anyway. Finally Charles pulls the crop from his mouth and returns to his former position. Parting Erik's reddened cheeks, Charles pushes the tip of the riding crop just inside his hole. Erik hisses sharply between his teeth, his hands pushing at the floor in a vain effort to steady himself. Charles pushes the crop further, forcing another whimper from Erik's tongue.
Charles reaches down between Erik's legs to take hold of his balls. “Stroke yourself off, do it.”
Erik's breath sounds forced, and ragged, but his hand reaches down to ease over his shaft. His rhythm is awkward, his fingers brushing against Charles's as Charles caresses his balls lightly, squeezing tenderly. Erik's moans are louder as Charles fucks him with the riding crop. It doesn't take long at all. Erik comes with a faint cry, his balls tightening in Charles's hand as he spills shamelessly over his own fingers.
Charles pulls the crop out of him, and walks around to face Erik once more. Erik looks up at him. There's sweat on his brow, and his cheeks are warm with lust.
“Clean it off.” Charles holds the crop out. Erik licks it tentatively, his eyes still on Charles. His tongue rasps over the leather bit. “There,” Charles says at last. He hangs the crop up and cricks his neck slightly.
Erik stands slowly. He'll be even more sore tomorrow, Charles wagers with no certain amount of personal satisfaction.
“Will you be wanting to ride in the morning, sir?” Erik asks at last. His tone is respectful, but his eyes look at Charles like they're a storm waiting to unleash its thunder.
“Yes,” Charles smiles. “Have my horse ready.”
“As you please.” Erik murmurs.
Charles leans in. “You'll dream of me tonight, won't you?” He cups one of Erik's cheeks, squeezing. Erik moans delightfully, lips parting in a mix of pain and pleasure. Charles can't deny himself a final kiss. He slides his hands over Erik's ass, pulling him closer as his mouth claims Erik's.
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ERIK JUST CAN'T SAY NO TO CHARLES EVEN THOUGH HE KNOWS THAT CHARLES WILL SOON BE MARRIED OFF -- AND TO SHAW'S DAUGHTER, EVEN. (Truly, my heart breaks for Erik. He does not show it but maybe he'd like to be more than a stable boy who bends over for Charles every time Charles gets an erection.)
THIS IS SO HOT, ANON! AND I LOVE THE SPANKING AND THE FRIGGING USING THAT RIDING CROP. THIS IS WHAT A STABLE BOY AU SHOULD BE.
YOU HAVE MADE ME SO HAPPY TODAY -- SO HAPPY IN MY PANTS! :DDDDDD THANK YOU! PLEASE UPDATE SOON. (I CANNOT WAIT FOR CHARLES TO BOTTOM!)
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AND DEAR GOD WHY DID I CHOSE TO READ THIS IN A PUBLIC PLACE.
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