Jason lay with his fingers laced behind his head. His hair was still slightly damp from his bath, and his body was tired from the day’s labor. He felt good, stronger then he’d ever been. The last few months had proved more trying then he would have guessed. He rose before dawn every morning and was constantly busy all the day long. Cleaning was a large part of his day, cleaning stalls, cleaning tack, cleaning horses. At first that had been Jason’s only tasks, but soon Cole saw he had a rather fine hand with horses and trusted him to take over the training and exercise of some of the animals. Add to that pitching hay, clearing trails, mending leather, and ferrier work and he more than had a right to fall into his bed at night in exhaustion.
At first that’s just what he had done, but he was young and used to intensive labor. It didn’t take long before he found his stride and became more efficient in the stable. His days though still full no longer felt hectic, and he no longer felt that all his energy was expended at the end of the day. This was both a blessing and a curse, for it gave him time to do things like lie awake and think… and listen.
Sleeping quarters had been set up in one corner of the stable. Two rooms, one for the Stable Master and the other for his Hands, so that someone would always be available to care for the horses, or assist a guest. The soft quiet sounds of the stable were muffled, and usually comforting. Tonight though the sounds did nothing to comfort and lull him into sleep.
His mind wandered as it so often did to Lady Desmona. She came to the stable nearly every day and he saw her often. She made time to talk to both him and Cole about his progress and training. But since that first day she had bought him she had not touched him in a sexual way. In fact he was not allowed any intimacy, not even the relief he could bring himself. Lady Desmona had made it quite clear that he was to concentrate on his training, and in no uncertain terms had demanded his chastity.
At first that had been an easy thing, but, as the days had turned to weeks, and then months, it was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything. Her daily presence did not help at all. Every time he saw that golden mane his hands tingled to touch, to see if the spun gold could be as soft as it looked. She was quick to anger but her smile could make his heart stop. Her usual attire was form fitting, revealing quite a bit of skin, and left little to the imagination, but imaging he did. Much to his chagrin he found he needed only to think of her for a moment to feel a deep-seated need in his groin, and to see her made him burn with desire. He was sure he was not very successful at hiding this fact from her, but she chose to ignore it.
Jason rolled to his side, facing the wood slat wall behind his narrow bunk. He closed his eyes and tried to will himself to sleep, tried to listen only to the sounds of the night and not focus on the images in his mind. He might have succeeded if he hadn’t noticed the soft rhythmic sounds coming from the other side of the wall. He swore he heard a masculine mummer, a feminine sigh, and then an in drawn breath. He opened his eyes and stared at the wood plank before him. He had never noticed before that tiny amounts of light leaked around the one plank right near his head.
He felt his body tighten, almost against his will he moved closer to the wall. He felt the heat of embarrassment in his cheeks but he couldn’t help himself. He adjusted his head so he could look through the tiny slit in the wall, and then wished he hadn’t. His already stiff member throbbed uncomfortably. He thought he recognized the woman with Cole as one of the kitchen helpers… Mary, if he remembered her name right. She was a pretty little thing, small breasts with jutting nipples and a trim waist. She straddled Cole’s hips, his hands cupping her bottom and guiding her rhythm. He could see the length of glistening member emerge as she lifted, and heard her soft little pants and she sunk down once more.
Without thinking he reached down, wanting to squeeze obedience into his betraying member. This of course was a mistake and he had to bite the heal of his other hand to keep from moaning aloud. The thought crossed his mind that She would never know, how could She know? He could hear his bunk mates snores, no one would ever know except himself…. and oh goddess did he need the relief. But something stopped him, some part that told him that he himself would know of his disobedience, and another part that feared his Mistress would some how know just by looking at him that he had disobeyed her.
He rolled away from the wall to his back once more, fists clenched in frustrated anger at his sides. He squeezed his eyes shut, but he could not block the soft sounds he heard. Mary’s soft little cries became sharper, interspersed with moans of pleasure as her peek drew near. His manhood lie throbbing and rock solid against his pelvis. The thin cotton trousers he wore to sleep in were an unwanted stimulant. He knew he would never just fall asleep. He rose swiftly, not knowing where he would go but knowing he could no longer lie there.
With swift strides he nearly ran down the cold cobbles of the stable aisle and into the crisp night without. He stood for a moment just outside the front of the stable, breathing in gulps of cooling air. With sudden clarity he knew he wanted to see his Lady, he would beg for relief if necessary. Without further thought he made his way to her door, and knocked.
