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The labourer slavers were the very lowest rung of all the slaves in a manor house like this one. They had long salle halls for dormitory where they were cramped however many could fit in the bunkbeds. The long stretch of walls however meant that it was cold in the winter. And for Ringo in particular, insufferably cold. He had been sickly as a child, it was nothing short of a miracle that he didn't die, but it had left him in a weakened state, especially if he was going to be cramped so closely with others that were sick. There was however one possible way out of such living conditions. Being a bed warmer.
Ringo really didn't mind it as such, not if it meant he got to be warm and comfortable at night. Harder would be finding a person who would share their bed with him. One of the higher class servants if he could but charm them. Ringo wasn't the most attractive, having more of a rugged, roguish look than the classic one. He wasn't the smartest by far, his sickly childhood meant he'd missed most of the meagre education he could have had. He wasn't terribly clever either. But he could be charming. His charm was simple but undeniable, and hopefully it would be enough to turn someone's head.
Most staff had Sunday off as it was the Lord's Day, they spent that time drinking, smoking and playing cards. Rather than go to the hall to partake, Ringo went up to the middle staff slaves' dormitories. They were called the 'crew' and they were dressed far differently than his black and tight clothing that did nothing to hide their slave collars. They all turned to look at the interloper as he walked in their midst. Ringo hadn't realized he'd stand out so much, but he tried to make the best of it, smiling and greeting them politely.
There was Neil, a crew member his age, with a familiar face perched on his lap. Pete Best. He was still dressed in the same labourer clothing as Ringo. Ah, the perfect place and way to start a conversation. Ringo knew Neil well enough because of the time they'd spent hanging together. They all got bored and cared more about hanging out with fellow interesting people than keeping the class divide of the enslaved. At the end of the day, they were all at their master's whim.
"Well, hello there. Who's this then? Planning on doubling up Neil? You greedy little thing," a hulking man sat on Ringo's otherside. He was as stocky as Ringo, with thick fat arms and fingers, but he was of a towering height for a regular man let alone short Ringo. He had a round face and a kind smile despite his strength and position.
Ringo smiled back at him and let his eyes linger. He made it as clear as possible through his expression and body language that he was available and interested. "Mal, this is Ringo," Neil said as he hooked his arm around Pete and separated them just that bit from Ringo. Marking himself clearly as not part of Ringo. Mal responded in kind by placing his arm on the couch around Ringo without ever touching the labourer. Ringo responded by smiling more and leaning his body into the touch.
They grinned at each other, understanding each other already so well without any words. "And what brings you up here Ringo? Just... looking for some company? Some... entertainment on this off day?"
"I was actually... hoping for a longer term arrangement. Winter's coming soon and... the nights are getting chilly."
"They sure are," Mal purred as he lowered his arm to Ringo's shoulders and scooched so their thighs were pressed together. "And it's ever so important to keep warm." Ringo dipped his head in a nod, he was happy he hadn't been approached by anyone like Paul that needed sweet, honeyed words rather than plain speaking. "Are you... aware of... all that might be asked of you, in return?"
Theoretically, there were people that shared beds just for heat, especially siblings and young children, but Ringo was a labourer slave and he knew the world didn't give him anything for free. Ringo made a show of licking his lips and dropping his eyes to look at Mal's lips, he had a kind and smiling mouth but that wasn't what Ringo was concerning himself with. "Oh yes, I'm very aware," and he looked up again, hoping his blue eyes were as devastating as the birds had said they were, "That wouldn't be a problem."
"Good," Mal's other hand rested on his thigh. It was hot and simply huge. This man was big all over- well the 'all' remained perhaps to be seen but Ringo could hope. It was doubtful that it would be as much as him, but that would be a real treat. Ringo had come here because he needed a warm place to sleep, but this added demand was a delightful cherry on top. He knew he should be concerned if Mal should treat him poorly, but Mal was not his slave master and did not have such authority to keep him should the labourer wish to leave.
Neil was saying something in the background, but Mal was lowering his head, his lips, and they were kissing. There was just a white roar in Ringo's ears that made all the words get lost. It was like Mal was trying to turn him inside out, his tongue plundering every corner of his mouth. Ringo moaned and threw his arms around Mal to cling to him tighter. As passionate as Mal's kissing was, it wasn't clear if he would be escalating to more, but Christ Ringo wanted that. He threaded a hand through Mal's hair as another lowered to try to get under the man's clothing. Fucking crew with their suits and layers.
Mal laughed against his mouth at Ringo's frustration, slowly pulling back. Ringo blinked his eyes as he tried to resituate himself, his blues eyes had no doubt gone dark with arousal. "Spirited little thing," Mal complimented as he ran a hand down Ringo's cheek. "Chock full of piss and vinegar. Best not waste that." Mal stood up, hauling Ringo with him by the arm around his waist, as though Ringo wasn't jumping to go.
Mal bowed his head as though tipping his hat to the others, right the others. Ringo blinked to look at them but couldn't quite make his face into a farewell. Neil's eyes were blazing with heat and from his tight hold on Pete, it was clear he'd enjoyed the show to the point of wanting to replicate it with his own.
Ringo didn't give a toss about Mal's room only that unlike the dormitories it was a single-sleeper with a door that locked. Mal tossed Ringo onto the bed- oh and with a nice mattress. But honestly, Ringo was more savouring all that strength being used against him. Ringo was small, and he had been sickly, but he was plucky and capable all the same. Only that didn't mean anything against all that was Mal. Mal straddled him upon the bed and covered him with his much bigger bulk. Ringo wasn't going anywhere without his permission. He shivered in pleasure as they kissed again.
Only this time as things got hotter and heavier, Ringo could spread his legs open wide, wrapping his thighs around Mal's hips and grind up against him. Mal groaned into his mouth and grind right back down. Oh mmm, he was most definitely big all over. Ringo sighed, feeling hot and tingly. If only they didn't have so many clothes in the way. His hand went to Mal's buttons but fuck- what tedious, fidgety work, Ringo would have rather focused on anything else. The only upside was when Mal pulled away to do it himself, Ringo could hold him by his tie and keep him from going too far.
Mal laughed again, such a deep and wicked noise that it made Ringo shiver. Popping his shirt's collar, Mal was able to remove his shirt without needing to remove his tie. Fuck he looked so hot like that. The fabric, marking him as a higher slave, as Ringo's superior, trailing a hot line down his broad muscle-bound chest between his large pecs, and through the light brown hairs until it got thicker and thicker. Ringo didn't just follow that treasure trail with his eyes, but also got his hands at the man's waistband, opening his placard to draw out the prize inside.
"Come on now boy, it's only fair if you get undressed too," Ringo resented being called boy by his superiors because it minimized him but right here and right now it was perfect. Ringo gasped, as he opened his hand, letting the tie slide right through his grip as Mal peeled his shirt off of him like the rind of a sweetclem. Ringo dropped back on the bed, dazed with lust, staring up at the looming equally shirtless Mal. Mal grinned at him devilishly as his hand made quick work of his trousers and pants, wriggling one leg and then another before sitting his weight again on Ringo, his large thighs not just straddling him but almost smothering him.
Ringo took in a gasping breath as his eyes were riveted between the crew member's legs. Mal's cock was far from fully hard but it was large and heavy, bobbing between his legs. More than that, it looked delicious to Ringo that felt like he'd gone so long without. He knew some of the labourer lads partook in circlejerks, but that was mediocre relief and he hadn't partaken in so long. This- this was making his mouth water and his cock throb where it was still trapped in his trousers.
Stretching his arms above his head and hoping to show off his chest but not his scars, Ringo made a show of exposing himself as he wriggled. "Me next."
"Oh yes, don't worry about that." Mal ground himself down one more time before he lifted himself on all fours above Ringo so his trousers could be removed. "It certainly feels like there's a lot to appreciate." Mal ground down his hand on Ringo's clothed cock first, and Ringo couldn't help but to buck up into it, fuck his hands were like dinner platters. Mal looked down as he stripped Ringo of everything but his slave collar. Ringo watched the larger man lick his lips at all that was revealed. Looked like he enjoyed cock as much as Ringo, oh this was going to be a delightful winter indeed.
"Seems like someone is very excitable." Using his large paw, Mal dragged Ringo by the hair and made him sit up. Ringo's cock was hard, harder than the crew member's but he couldn't help it, he was just so turned on. "I think we'll need to fix that," and Mal was kneeling on the bed, bringing his cock to Ringo's mouth.
Ringo wet his lips and opened his mouth wide, fuck he was going to be feeling that one alright. He placed a hand against Mal's hips to settle himself and then began with tentative licks to the shaft like it was a lollie. Mal pushed at his head and Ringo lowered still, licking at the man's sack before taking half of it into his mouth. He sucked on the thin skin as he popped in the other, Mal's cock pressing against his face in his position.
The man was large here too and Ringo wondered if he would have a bigger load if he would fill him and cover him. On one hand, Mal seemed in control enough to make this last a while, on the other Ringo wanted nothing more than to make the man come and then get him hard again for a second round. He wasn't much older than the labourer, and Ringo was sure with a concerted effort it could be done.
Once Ringo had lathered his sack, he slipped them out of his mouth to take his cock instead. He swiped it with his tongue on the way up, and brush his nose against it. It was stirring already but not yet getting harder. Ringo was going to fix that. He swallowed as much of it as he could, working it with his tongue and sucking at it. Mal grunted and Ringo responded by humming in the back of his throat.
Mal's cock was hardening in his mouth and making it harder and harder for Ringo to take it. Ringo had his tonsils taken out, because of course he had with his health, but that didn't make sliding the large cock past his uvula and into his throat any easier. He sat up more fully on his knees to try and change the angle but Mal's cock just kept hardening and Ringo had to use his hand to cover all that he couldn't make fit. This would be easier in a different position.
Holding Mal by the hips Ringo brought him down to the bed, Mal straddling his face as he bent in half to fuck his face. Oh fuck, Ringo loved this. It pinned him against the bed, he couldn't pull his head back if needed, pressed against the mattress like this; he'd just have to take it. He could feel himself choke and his breathing get blocked in his throat. He eased a little, swirling his tongue at the tip as he tried to breathe through his nose. It was so overwhelming in the best of ways as Ringo felt almost smothered.
"Hold- hold on," Mal said dismounting. Ringo greedily sucked in much needed air. Fuck that had been a lot, almost too much to handle, but it had been so good, Ringo wanted nothing more than to reach down and touch his cock but actually, he suspected... Mal sat himself back down the other way, facing Ringo's cock, in reach of it too. As he lowered himself down, sliding his cock into Ringo's mouth, his hand also wrapped around Ringo's cock. Ringo groaned at finally having this nice stimulation.
As Ringo choked down Mal's cock, this position not making it easier, only now that there was the weight of his sack upon Ringo's nose, Mal lowered his chest too. Mal drew his mouth to Ringo's cock and lapped at it. Ringo groaned again, that felt nice, really nice. Mal tongued at it, rolled his balls in his large palm before swallowing the shaft.
Ringo didn't think he was going to last very long, it had been a while and Mal was ever so skillful. Mal shifted and rested some of his weight against Ringo- this made it so much harder for Ringo to bop his head up and down the cock, he could do little more than swallow as he struggled to breath. Now not only was his airway blocked, but his chest was being pressed upon. It felt so good that Ringo could feel his eyes rolling back in his head, as he drooled. He tried to suck and keep a tight seal around the cock but he just- he couldn't he felt his toes curl as he couldn't help but to buck into Mal's mouth.
"Hey now, let's not rush ourselves," and Mal was getting up and off of him. Ringo whimpered as his now abandon cocked twitched and spurted a little precum. He felt so fucking wrecked. His mouth and lips a mess, drool running down his cheeks and smeared across his chin. "Here boy," and Mal was manhandling him -effortlessly- into being on top of him. As much as Ringo had liked the bigger man's weight atop him, this was very nice too, he was taller than Mal like this and Mal was a lovely man to look at. With a lovely, strong body like an ox.
And then Mal was pushing Ringo down, that hand in his hair again moving him to where he wanted him. Ringo eagerly took up Mal's cock again because he hoped it would make the other reciprocate. And it did- in a fashion. In this position, and with Mal being so much taller, it was all the easier for him to reach... other places.
Mal's tongue was a hot and wet surprise against his hole, making Ringo cry out even with his mouth gagged. Mal was insistent and persistent, lapping with large broad strokes and deep forceful pushes inside. Fuck. This was far from gentle or teasing. It was urgent and exactly what Ringo needed. It seemed Mal was getting impatient too and that only made Ringo focus all the harder on sucking his cock. All he wanted was for the man to fuck him. He knew he was playing with fire, that if they were level headed and slow then Ringo could be stretched out like he needed- especially for such a large cock. But honestly Ringo wanted to be fucked hard, with barely enough prep, he wanted to feel it for days, and have the delicious ache linger.
And indeed Mal was eager to open him up, his thick fat fingers joining his tongue and the wet mess that was being made. They shoved into him, they felt so fucking good. Ringo moaned, he couldn't help but to pause, to close his eyes and to savour it. It'd been so long and his body was so ready for it, opening easily for Mal. Mal was all but drooling into him and it wasn't long until he was pushing in another finger. He pulled Ringo's arse cheeks apart and nipped at his rim, reminding the labourer to get back to it. Ringo was used to working through everything, a useful skill for a slave, but even better to use this skill when using it for such good sex.
He focused again on Mal's cock, on sliding his mouth down onto it, letting it pass his uvula and into his throat. He was careful to breath when pulling out and to suck hard when going down. Being on top of the soixante-neuf made this much easier even if it meant Ringo couldn't appreciate the man's weight- he was sure that would be rectified when getting fucked.
A hand let go of him and caused a ruckus. Ringo didn't have to open his eyes and look behind him to know what that was, the sound of a hand rummaging to find lube. Fuck yes. He couldn't wait, and his cock dribbled where it was hanging, wet from Mal's tongue bath and drying in the room's air. But fuck, he wondered if he wasn't going to come untouched this time. It seemed unlikely, not their first time together, but not impossible. Ringo really wanted it and Mal was... talented was an understatement.
Ringo choked, accidentally gagging himself on the cock as Mal pushed in three now lubed fingers. Fuck those felt so good, he loved how it pulled and stretched at his rim. He could feel the man's knuckles pushing and brushing against his rim. Shit. And he could also feel how he was opening up, how his body was taking all of that, and only clenching when he brushed against his prostate. It wouldn't be long now, he was so close to being ready enough, even if it would still sting. He wanted that pain, it would make the pleasure all the better.
"Fuck, you feel so good and tight around my fingers but- are you ready for me?" Mal was asking him without so many words if Ringo was okay with being taken hard, taken without enough prep. What a thoughtful man, a surprising thought as he pulled the man's cock out of his throat to speak, "Yeah, yeah, I want it- want it now please, please, I-"
"Hush babe, I'm gonna give it to you." Again he was lifting Ringo, fucking just effortlessly taking his whole weight with two hands like he was a pup and putting him on all fours. Ringo felt his insides quiver and his cock throb but his arms were like pillars of iron holding him up. He was ready and eager to be fucked so hard.
Ringo lowered his head and flexed his thighs, he could feel how ready his hole was in this position. How open and wet with the lube dribbling around his hole. Mal took a moment, appreciating the view as he rolled down a condom and spread the lube. Ringo's hole looked delightfully inviting, his arse all but shaking with eagerness. He brought his wrapped dick head to the hole and slowly pushed against it. Ringo let out a loud groan as Mal's eyes were riveted to the sight. Watching Ringo's redden hole stretch wide and gobble his tip.
Mal took a breath pausing with just the tip in, Ringo has said this was okay but actually feeling it was a different matter and the crew member wanted to make sure his convictions held true. And true they indeed were as Ringo rolled his hips back and took in more of it. Mal grunted and gave the labourer all he fucking wanted by pushing in unrelentingly. "Yes! Oh, yes! Fuck, yeah," Ringo groaned out as he felt that large cock fucking filling him. It was so much, it was almost too much. Almost. Ringo grunted as he tried to relax his muscles. It was so fucking big, it was like it was rearranging his insides to make room for all that.
Now Ringo allowed for a break, a slight pause, as his body got used to the huge thing inside of him. But there would be no fully getting used to it. This ache would grow and linger in the best of ways, Ringo knew to savour this burn he had begged for. "I- yeah, alright," Ringo panted out as he experimentally rocked himself on the cock. It was big yes, but he was stretched and very lubed. It would all work out.
Mal didn't need to be told twice, he began a slow but steady rhythm of fucking in and out of Ringo. With every thrust, Ringo could feel the tie the crew member was still wearing drag up and down his spine. As Ringo took it, and as he felt how his hole clenched and squeezed him like he was fucking loving it, Mal went faster and harder. It wasn't long until Ringo was crying out with every thrust as the whole bed frame was rocked. His body in fact was being scooched up the bed until Mal pressed a hand against the headboard, even as his other held Ringo's hips tightly. Fuck those big hands on him were good, but that big cock slamming against his prostate was better.
Mal was panting like a racehorse as he plowed into Ringo, steady but brutal as ever. It was taking everything in Ringo to just stay up, to keep his wobbling arms under him as his vision flickered with pleasure. Fuck, it felt so good and he was going to be feeling it for days. The pain was sheer pleasure as it made Ringo's nerves sing. And to think he had a whole winter of this- hopefully even more beyond that.
The labourer grunted and groaned, he could feel he was getting close, his insides clenching and convulsing around the larger man's length. Mal was sweating like a pig, droplets dripping from his face to splatter against Ringo's back, the noises he was wring out of the other so deeply erotic. Mal hauled him back, sitting him up in his lap so he could free his other hand to give Ringo a wrap around.
Ringo's legs collapse under him as he was tilted, not opening his eyes until he felt a hand wrap around his cock. "No," shaking his head Ringo batted the hand away. "Na-no. Wanna- wanna come on your cock. I think I can." It would be a stretch, a difficult stretch when Ringo wanted nothing more than to have his cock stripped raw, but he was fucking sure it'd be worth it.
"Fuck," Mal panted as he tried to wipe his hair off his forehead. Shite, come untouched? That was such an unspeakably hot idea, how lucky he'd gotten with this find, able to snap it up before Martin or Eppy. "Alright Ringo, tell me when you're close."
Ringo closed his eyes, sighing, that was the first time Mal had used his name rather than a pet name. It was nice- nice to be seen, to be acknowledged in this way even... as he also wanted and enjoyed the opposite. "I will, Mal," he told him and then; "But please Mister, Master, give it to me good- give it to me hard."
Mal grinned like a savage wolf at these words. Rather than grab Ringo's cock, he looped two fingers under Ringo's slave collar and pressed him down into the bed- all the better to fuck him, especially as hard as this slut needed it. "You want it slave? You want your master to give it to you? What makes you think you deserve to come? That I should let you come on my cock? A fucking privilege!" He emphasized his last point by smacking Ringo's arse, his pale, pale labourer's skin blooming red. Delicate skin like that made Mal want to mark him up.
Ringo whimpered and keened at these harsh words, fucking himself backward onto Mal's cock as his insides clenched. Fuck yeah. He was- he was Mal's to command, Mal's to own and to order. Nothing but a fucktoy for his superior to use as he saw fit. Ringo was lucky to be given this, a privilege indeed. That mindset was making him burn, fuck it was so good.
"Beg me for it, tell me how good it is," Mal was enjoying all the body language and silent cues that were letting him know how much Ringo was enjoying this, but he wanted more. He wanted to hear it from his lips and he wanted the saying of the words to humiliate him.
"Good- soo good, great," Ringo panted and gasped as his brains were being fucked out, he could hardly speak properly at the best of times. "Please, please, more, please, I need- I- Ah!" Ringo's tongue was all but useless, as he could do was keen and moan. Fuckkkk, it wouldn't be long now, "Please, please, I'm so close."
It felt like Mal was going to break him in half with how hard he was fucking him. All that strength being used to pound into him, it was making Ringo lose his mind. He feared this much pleasure was going to make him combust as his cock weeped, throbbing in time with his heart. "Yeah, yeah, so good for me. Come on my cock." Mal bent himself over Ringo, pressing his chest against the man's back as he put a hand right over his shoulder to surround the man and fuck him like an animal. "Gonna feel so good, so good, so lucky to have you. You're mine, all mine. Need permission is that it? Well, this is your master speaking, giving you permission to come slave."
Ringo screamed as he finally came. His vision flickered as his arms gave out and he collapsed into the mattress, Mal fucking into him, dragging him along. Mal was right behind, grunting as he came and fucked himself through it, savouring Ringo's convulsing arse. Mmm, it was squeezing him so tightly and nicely. Mal shot a big fat load into the condom, feeling his own seed coat his cock. He groaned and let himself fall upon Ringo- don't think he hadn't noticed how much the smaller man liked Mal's weight on top of him.
They caught their breath like that, easier for Mal who wasn't being smothered, before he rolled to the side and out, his cock now flaccid and small. He pulled off the condom, tied it and chucked in the bin. It landed even from across the room. Everything about today was pleasing it seemed, he curled an arm around Ringo and brought the man against his chest.
Ringo's downturned eyes were sleepy now as he mumbled and looked at him- what truly beautiful blue eyes he had, they'd have to do it face to face next time. Because there was going to be a next time, a whole winter of them at least. But Mal was hoping that Ringo would like his bed, and the person he was sharing it with, so much that he would stay even after the cold weather left.
"Hi," Ringo said sleepily, that had been so good, and while there could be no doubt of Mal's sexual prowess, Ringo also suspected it was much more than that.
Mal cupped Ringo's head in one of his large, broad hands, tracing his thumb over Ringo's lips. "Hello." To think they hadn't kissed since all this had started, what a shame, what a waste. He'd have to do better, this time and the next, and the one after that. He leaned in and kissed the other man.