The Stable Boy

The Stable-Boy

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Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, but more's the pity. *sniff*. Only the snark is mine. Oh, and the riding crop. Absolutely no bodices were ripped in the production of this fic, and any redeeming social or artistic value is strictly coincidental and highly unlikely.


>>>>Historical Note: the droit du seigneur (literally, "right of the lord") was a custom whereby the lord of the manor-- the seigneur-- claimed the right to deflower a soon-to-be-wed virgin on or before the wedding night. ...Gotta love College history.

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"Am I truly that hideous?" Dominic's tone was gentle yet slightly mocking. "By the way you look at me, I have no doubt that I must be," he added, relishing yet another opportunity to make the strawberry-haired stable-boy blush.

"Forgive me, my lord. You startled me." And just as the young heir to Monaghan Estate expected, Billy's countenance reddened and he looked down. Amused, Dominic scrutinized the lissome youth, who, now pretending to be busy, was poking a pitchfork at the hay he had spilled on the stable floor.

"I would not have expected you would still be out at this late hour, my lord," Billy blurted. He looked up hesitantly, almost as if he were about to bow and tug his forelock. Instead, he brushed the hair away from his face, and Dominic was rewarded with a clear view of marvelous cheekbones and startling green eyes.

"I did not mean to stare so, my lord. And I do not find you hideous," the stable-boy continued. He again cast his eyes downward. "Quite the opposite," he added very softly. But Dominic caught the last phrase anyway, and smiled to himself.

Billy turned back to Dominic with concerned eyes. "Something troubles you, my lord?" Billy said solicitously in a normal voice. "Are you unable to sleep?" Dominic felt Billy's eyes caress his black leather knee-high boots. "It is almost midnight, and yet you are still dressed for riding."

Dominic noticed how Billy glanced repeatedly at the riding crop in his hand. Suddenly inspired, he began to deliberately tap the tip of the crop in the palm of his other hand. Dominic watched with interest as Billy's eyes widened. He saw a quick shudder run through the lad's deep chest and across his broad shoulders.

Dominic smiled. "I am never one to go to bed early, Billy, nor to rise early. Besides, I came here because I wish to talk to you." Unwilling, for some reason, to let Billy read the desire that always welled up in his eyes at the sight of the strapping youth, Dominic turned away quickly and pretended to inspect the stable.

"Is there bad news again in the colonies, my lord? Have thempedmped more tea into that harbor?"

"Tea?" Dominic turned back to Billy with a puzzled look and found himself momentarily speechless when he caught the full force of an intense, appraising stare from the stable-boy. Billy, quickly aware of the temerity of his gaze, turned back to his hay-pitching.

"Oh, tea." Dominic found his voice. "Ah. Well, no, there is no tea-dumping for now. The colonists have been rather calm, bothersome lot that they usually are. I daresay that they are plotting yet again to get themselves out from under England's rule."

"This time I have not come here to talk about overseas affairs." He took a deep breath. He looked at Billy, who stuck the pitchfork in the ground and leaned on it. "I have learned that your hand has been promised in a marriage that will take place the month after next," Dominic said boldly, affecting a cordial tone that belied the dull ache in his heart.

"Yes, my lord. The month after next," Billy replied, looking down.

"Well then, congratulations. I wish you much happiness. And may God bless you and your bride-to-be."

"Thank you, my lord." Billy's voice was polite, and yet Dominic sensed a lack of enthusiasm. He felt a prick of curiosity.

"You are happy, are you not? Surely a young groom-to-be must be truly happy-- nay, even joyous-- at the pros of of marrying the lass he loves," Dominic said, continuing his tone of false heartiness. "I understand that your Ally, your betrothed, is pretty... and you must surely love her." It was really a question.

Billy's answer surprised him. "It is an arranged marriage, my lord. My parents contracted numerous debts. They were rescued from debtors' prison by distant cousins of ours-- the girl's family." Billy sighed softly. "The only way they could re-pay the girl's parents was to promise my hand in wedlock to their Ally." He put down the pitchfork. "If the truth be told, she is indeed pretty... but I do not love her."

Dominic managed to keep his face impassive although he could scarcely believe his ears. "I must marry Ally because I cannot go against my parents' wishes. I cannot break their promise to the girl's family." Billy's eyes clouded slightly.

"Ah, but surely you will learn, in time, to love Ally," Dominic said consolingly as he watched Billy move a large sack of oats. He did not fail to notice how fetchingly the lad's muscles rippled under a rough linen shirt whose billowy cut could not hide the impressive torso.

"So my father tells me, my lord. 'With time comes love.'" The youth ventured a meaningful glance at Dominic, who, in spite of himself, smiled at Billy.

A few seconds of silence passed before Dominic realized that Billy was waiting for him to continue speaking. He cleared his throat.

"Billy, tell me: have you ever heard of the droit du seigneur?"

"I have heard it mentioned, my lord. But that tradition is no longer observed in our century, is it?"

Dominic started to reply and stopped. Taking a deep breath, he changed the subject. "Billy, do you trust me?"

"I certainly believe I do, my lord. Why should I not?"

"If I told you that I do a certain thing because I am truly following my heart-- even if that thing may not seem right at the time-- would you believe me?"

"ear ear I would believe you, my lord."

"And you are not afraid of me?"

"I pay scant heed to what they say about you, if that is what you mean," Billy said boldly. "My lord, I haven't any reason to fear you." He sounded surprisingly sure of himself. He looked Dominic fully in the face, as if he had already sought a reason to fear Dominic-- and had found none.

"Ah." Dominic held the lad's honest gaze for a few seconds. Only the soft whickering of a horse kept the silence from becoming completely uncomfortable. "Our valiant stable-boy has so spoken-- and he has spoken sincerely. I thank you for your trust." He realized that Billy no longer avoided his eyes and this somehow encouraged him. He decided to plunge forward.

"You know, do you not, that your parents and the parents of your Ally live on land that up until recently belonged to Monaghan Estates?"

"Yes, that is commonly known, my lord."

"Billy, as heir to Monaghan-- both its present and former properties-- I wish to revive my family's traditional droit du seigneur." Seeing Billy's expression of surprise, he added, "But I wish to discuss it with you first." Billy's eyebrows rose even higher.

"Discuss the right of the lord-- with me? Indeed, my lord?" The lack of emotion in Billy's voice was at odds with the surprise on his face. Dominic knew that the lad did not fully understand.

Dominic took another step forward. He extended the riding crop towards Billy's chest. He gently pressed the end of the crop handle to a button at chest level on the youth's linen shirt. Billy took a quiet, sharp breath and waited for Dominic to continue his explanation.

"In previous centuries, Billy, the seigneur cared not how the serfs felt, and he showed no compunction for his deeds with the betrothed of another. He simply took what he felt was his to deflower." Dominic withdrew the riding crop and took a step back, his interest piqued when he saw how Billy's eyes followed the crop.

"And in that same fashion you intend to claim your droit de seigneur and deflower Ally?" Billy asked. Dominic peered into Billy's face but saw no indication of betrayal or hate or anger.

"That is the tradition, Billy, but I wish to do things differently. I wish to modify the right of the lord by --" Dominic said, but before he could finish, the youth interrupted.

"--My lord, while I do not love Ally, I do feel that her reputation-- and that of her family-- will be ruined." Billy took a deep breath. "I am puzzled why you, a modern man, would wish to revive a defunct tradition that...

"--Billy, no one would have to know. I would only exercise the droit because my heart tells me to do so." Dominic said quietly. He looked at Billy. "You say you trust me. So therefore, please accept that I act solely--"

"-- Because your heart so dictates. And I believe you, my lord. But as the future Lord Monaghan, you do not require the permission of the groom, much less that of a stable-boy. Why would you do this to me?" He still showed no anger; rather, his tone was one of true curiosity. "My lord, do you love Ally?" Curiosity mingling with a kind of sadness.

"No, I do not love her, Billy... but that is beside the point, because it is not with Ally that I wish to exercise the right."

"But my lord, how can it not be with Ally? The seigneur claims the right to deflower the bride. And is it not Ally who will be the bride? If it is to be someone else's bride, why tell me at all?"

Dominic smiled briefly. Gently he said, "Billy, reflect for a moment. When have you ever seen me in the company of women? What I desire to explain to you is that my heart dictates to me that it is not Ally--"

"--Indeed I know you are following your heart's command, my lord, but what do you mean? If it is not to be Ally who is the chosen bride for you to deflower on the wedding night, then who--" Billy stopped. "Oh."

Dominic smiled as the bewilderment faded from Billy's face and was replaced by understanding and then disbelief and then finally a shy hope. "Billy, do you understand now why I am here tonight?"

"My lord, I--" Billy fell silent and bowed his head as if overwhelmed. For several anguished moments Dominic wondered if it wasn't horror that made Billy hang his head. Perhaps shame? Disgust?

Needing to know, Dominic went up to Billy. He extended the riding crop and used the butt of the handle to lift Billy's chin until he was able to look into eyes the color of a four leaf clover. "Billy," he said hoarsely, keeping the crop under Billy's chin.

"My lord..." Billy started to reply. Dominic saw a flicker-- was it joy?-- in the lad's eyes. He realized with a start that Billy was leaning into the touch of the riding crop.

"Billy, do I please you?"

"What do you mean? Is it not the servant who must please the master?" Dominic sensed that the stable-boy was pretending to be obtuse; was it his way of teasing Dominic?

"Yes, you should always work hard and be loyal and keep your master happy," Dominic replied mildly. "But I what I wish to know is: Do you find me pleasing?" Dominic moved the riding crop up almost imperceptibly farther into the underside of Billy's chin and felt how the stable-boy tilted his head down slightly as if to feel the pressure of the crop more strongly.

"Pleasing?" As Billy echoed the word, he raised a finger and trailed it all the way down the riding crop from his chin to the back of Dominic's hand. He let out a soft, slow sigh and reluctantly drew his finger away. Dominic suddenly felt light-headed.

"Yes, Billy. I know that at least you do not think me absolutely hideous." Dominic touched his shortly cropped hair to emphasize what he meant.

"Oh no, my lord, you are not hideous at all. Rather, the absence of hair is most becoming. You are indeed fair to behold." Billy colored slightly at his own frankness but he continued to hold Dominics gaze. Dominic's heart began to beat faster when Billy snaked his tongue out to slowly moisten his own lips.

"Then," Dominic said in a soft voice, "Even as I follow the dictates of my heart and force myself upon you and have my way with you, dare I hope that I am pleasing to you? As much as you are to me?" Reaching out a hand, he took another step forward and felt a twinge of puzzled dismay when, after a long second, Billy took a small step backwards. His dismay quickly evaporated when in the next moment Billy reached out and placed a large hand on each of Dominic's arms and pulled him into an empty stall.

"My lord..." Billy began, "I know now why you are here tonight." He stopped and thought for a moment. "I have never been with a woman-- or a man-- but after setting eyes on you I have often wished to know..." Billy tightened his grip on Dominic's arms. Then, batting his eyelashes, he smiled bashfully. "Would you think me damned and wretched if I told you I now wonder what it would be like if you were to relieve me of this affliction that is my virginity?"

"This is what I would think," Dominic said and planted his lips on Billy's pout as he seized Billy's hand and brought it to the bulging front of his riding breeches. Billy reacted by falling back into a large pile of hay, pulling Dominic on top of him.

"Ah, my lord. Now see what you have done," Billy whispered without a trace of reproach as he reached for Dominic's hand and likewilacelaced it on his own arousal. Dominic gasped and began to massage the large cloth-covered hardness that twitched under his palm. Billy moaned and licked at Dominic's upper lip, hoping to feel that scar with his tongue. Heavy breathing filled the air as for half a minute, chests heaving with lust, both young men scrabbled frantically and desperately in search of bare skin to caress.

Atop Billy, Dominic nipped at the youth's lips and murmured, "Do you know how happy I am at this very moment?" He fumbled at the waistband of Billy's breeches and inserted his hand. He felt a surge of triumph as he brought out the stable-boy's throbbing desire.

Lowering his head to Billy's waist and caressing the ever-lengthening hardness, Dominic licked his lips in anticipation. "Do you know how often I have dreamed of this--" His tongue traced the ridge on the underside of Billy's manhood, and the stable-boy let out a tortured, soft cry. "Have you not imagined me in this way, Billy? Imagined my mouth as I--"

"--Hey, guys? Are you there? I'm coming in," called a distant voice from somewhere outside the stable.

"Shit," Dominic hissed. "Over here, Elijah" he called out, standing up and brushing straw off himself. He turned to Billy. "I didn't hear him drive up. Did you?"

"Damn!" Billy pushed himself up off the hay-pile and tried to fumble his erection back inside the tight breeches. He looked up to see Elijah come into view. "Hey, Lij."

"I was wondering if I'd catch you two in the act," Elijah said crossing his arms and lifting his eyebrows. He was dressed as Frodo. "What is it about sex in the hay and you two, anyway?" he said, laughing good-naturedly as he came closer. He reached over and swatted at some straw that clung to the shoulder of Dominic's riding jacket.

"I told Peter and Fran that I should be the one to come out here and check up on you," Elijah added. "I didn't want them to stumble across something they shouldn't see." His tone seemed to indicate that for him it was an everyday occurrence him to walk in on guys who were about to blow each other.

"How did you know where to find us?" Dominic asked.

"I stopped by the trailor but you guys weren't there. So I figured since you told me last night about your hay fetish," at this said he looked at Dominic, "I figuered I'd beter check the stables." Elijah grinned at Dominic, who continued to clasp his hands in front of his crotch. "We need another horse for the battle scene. I came here to get the palomino." He leaned forward and plucked a hay-straw out of Billy's hair.

He went in to a nearby stall and brought out a large horse blanket and unfolded it over the flattened hay-pile that Dominic and Billy had just abandoned. He flashed them a conspiratorial smile. "This will keep the hay off your costumes," Elijah said, patting the blanket.

He looked at his watch. "By the way, guys, the extra taping for the footage for the return of the King starts 5:00 sharp, but you'll need to get to set by 4:30. Looks like you have an hour to... um..." He cleared his throat and, suddenly businesslike, turned to Dominic. "Besides you, Bilbo and Samwise will also be in the carriage. And Pippin, Merry and one of the actors will ride on top of the carriage with you."

"Um, Lij, speaking of hay... what about the bales we were supposed to bring back for tonight's scene?" Billy asked, his face still flushed-- this time with guilt at not having completed the errand.

Elijah chuckled as he took the horse out of its stall. "Well, after about an hour or so, I realized you two had been, uh, sidetracked. So Sean and I borrowed a few bales from the stunt cordinators."

"Sorry about us getting distracted," Dominic said.

"It's cool. No big deal." Elijah smiled. He started to exit the stable and turned back to them. "Remember, the shooting starts at 5:00, but you need to be there at 4:30. I mean it. Or else Peter will have to come out and fetch you two lovebirds, because I'll be too busy drinking the ale at the tavern. See you in a while." He gave them a wink and turned to lead the palomino out to the horse trailer.

"An hour's not enough time for everything we want to do, Billy," Dominic said wistfully as he looked at the blanket spread out on the hay. "We should probably just head back to town to help get ready for the shoot. I am, after all, Merridoc Brandybuck."

"Yeah," Billy said, unable to hide his disappointment. "And I promised Sean I'd help him with his ears." He grinned suddenly. "But, tonight, after it's over, we're going directly to your place. And I believe you have a brand new whip hanging on the wall." He wiggled his eyebrows lasciviously at Dominic.

Unbuttoning Billy's shirt, Dominic slid a hand inside. "Okay, you degenerate, but four hours is a long time to wait," he muttered. He tweaked a nipple.

Billy eased Dominic's hand out of his shirt and held it up to his face. His mouth engulfed Dominic's forefinger and a thick, agile tongue massaged the entire digit. Dominic gasped as if it were his cock that had been tongued. Popping the finger out of his mouth with a lewd slurp, Billy licked his lips. "But it'll be worth the wait, Dom. And besides, I'll you you use the riding crop on me." Dominic smiled but didn't answer.

"What?" Billy asked after Dominic had stroked Billy's nipple absentmindedly for a few seconds.

"I was just thinking about future Movies that I want to do with you. I mean, England at the time of the American Revolution is fine and dandy." To make his point, Dominic walked behind Billy and ogled the black-cloth-encased arse before he gave it an appreciative whack with the riding crop. "But I think next year we should do something with cowboys and Indians. You'd look really hot with warpaint. Kinda like the movie Viggo did"

Billy grinned. "Hm. And I'm thinking of you in a cowboy hat and boots. And chaps. Just chaps, mind you. No pants."

"Or something along the lines of Roman history. We could dress you and Elijah as gladiators."

"Damn, now that's hot!" Starting to lose himself in thought, Billy idly rubbed his crotch. "I'd love to see Elijah do a Russell Crowe imitation. Did you notice Elijah looks like he's been spending a lot of time at the gym?

"Billy." Dominic's voice sounded oddly choked. Billy turned to Dominic.

"What? You're not jealous, are you? Just because I think Elijah's hot?"

"I'm not jealous. I'm horny," Dominic mumbled, his eyes glued to Billy's crotch. "And Elijah is hot-- almost as hot as you. Too bad he had to leave." He fondled the bulge in Billy's breeches. "A threesome might have been fun."

"Yeah, I'm horny, too." Billy encircled Dominic in his arms and squeezed Dominic's ass. He shoved his tongue into a willing ear. "I think we'll just have to wait for some other time to get together with Elijah."

Dominic suddenly broke out of Billy's embrace and dragged Billy by the hand to the blanket on the hay. "We'd better make this quick. We have to be back by 4:30. And no, no Elijah for you. Your all mine."

"My lord," Billy gasped as Dominic shoved him back on to the hay-pile, "do you wish to ravish me this very instant? Do you intend to have your way with me right here in the hay?"

"That's right, stable-boy." Dominic grunted as he wrestled Billy's breeches down to his ankles. Billy leaned over and mouthed Dominic's erection through the riding pants. "And I want you to pitch my hay."

"'Pitch your hay'?! Puh-lease." Billy snickered. "I mean, 'As you wish, my lord.' Hey Dom, where's that riding crop?"

Finished~


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Buwahahaha. *cough* Another finished fic. Im good. Did this fic make anyone else horny? It was hard writing it.