“WIGGINS!” Ratcliffe bellowed, his shout rumbling through the camp. Birds nestled in the trees erupted into flight in fear of the sound, vanishing into the orange twilight behind their leafy canopy.
A moment passed and all was silent, save for the soft padding of light feet running at full speed towards the tent.
“You called, sir?” Wiggins chirped as he poked his head through the tent’s entrance, his slender fingers clutching the lilac sheets tightly. He could see Ratcliffe before him, his hair down and his bear barrel-like chest exposed. A thick carpet of curly black hair ran from its centre and around his nipples, working its way down in a V shape under the steamy water he sat in.
Ratcliffe stared back at him straight-faced under his furrowed brow, each arm out to the side around the edge of the tub. He waved Wiggins inside lazily.
“Since I am to be a lord upon my return to England, Wiggins, I expect to be treated like one.”
“Oh, yes sir.” Wiggins replied in agreement, approaching cautiously.
“It wouldn’t do for Lord Talbot to bathe himself, to dress himself, now would it Wiggins?”
“Ah, I wouldn’t imagine so, sir!”
“Since you are in my employ this task now falls to you.” Ratcliffe demanded in a voice as smooth as butter. As his manservant, Wiggins had little choice in the matter. Secretly he’d longed for an opportunity to become closer to Ratcliffe, to serve him better, and learn how to become as great a man as he.
“And what would you have me do? Just say the word!” Wiggins replied with a smile on his face, peppy and eager.
“Start with my back.” Ratcliffe ordered, leaning himself forward in the tub. The steaming water sloshed to and fro as he moved around, splashing a little onto the floor.
Wiggins complied, taking a washcloth from a bucket next to the tub and dipping it in the water. He found himself lost momentarily, staring at the expanse before him. Ratcliffe’s shoulders were so well defined, his shoulder blades like some carved marble masterpiece.
Ratcliffe snapped his head back. “What are you doing, boy?”
The mousy man hadn’t even noticed himself staring at the chiselled body of his employer, lost in awe at the texture of his skin and size of his muscles. Ratcliffe could snap him like a twig.
Wiggins blushed deeply and immediately began to scrub while Ratcliffe closed his eyes and set his head forwards again.
Having worked his back clean, he moved onto his shoulders. The cloth was all that separated the two of them as Wiggins felt every divot and groove of firm muscle. Slowly but surely, he reached around to scrub the forest of fur on his front.
Ratcliffe let out a low moan of pleasure, like a lion’s purr. He was a beast of a man; powerful, strong, and with a killer instinct.
“Good boy, now do it harder.”
Wiggins’ face reddened even more – words of praise from his master? During the time spent in his service such words had been few and far between, and yet each one refreshed his sense of commitment and submissiveness to the man. He must be doing something right.
He scrubbed harder, massaging deep into his muscled chest and was met with an even louder purr.
“Now lower, boy.”
Wiggins’ face passed his employer’s as he leaned over to follow the trail of body hair lower and began to scrub his belly. It was firm – all warm muscle beneath the water. Abruptly, there was a bite on his neck. Huge teeth sank into the skin of his willowy neck coupled with a bear like hand cupped the back of his head with a clench around his ponytail.
“I said lower.” Ratcliffe growled into his ear in a voice Wiggins had never heard before.
Trembling now from exaltation he followed Ratcliffe’s body down, tracing his skin to his legs. There was a slight shift from his body, nudging himself closer to the washcloth. With a brush against his member, Wiggins immediately knew what he had to do.
Ratcliffe was already hard beneath the suds and lay his head back now to rest on Wiggins’ chest.
“Don’t keep me waiting.”
His penis was as girthy as the rest of him, it took Wiggins’ whole hand to grasp around the meaty member. By now he had an erection of his own which he pressed into the wooden tub to get at least a little gratification of his own. Slowly and surely, he began to move his hand up and down paying close attention to the base of the head.
“I always knew you were a filthy little thing.” Ratcliffe whispered through a grin. “You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”
“Y-yes sir.” Wiggins replied. “My duty is to serve you.”
He began to speed up, tugging and twisting his hand around Ratcliffe’s shaft as he released little moans of pleasure each time he hit the right spot.
“You seem to know your way around a man.” Ratcliffe stated, standing up from his bath and turning to face Wiggins in all his glory. It was a sight to behold and he towered over Wiggins in his glistening glory, the water dripping off him twinkled in the candlelight. His cock stood firm and straight like the bowsprit of the Discovery and twitched with excitement.
“Now show me how much of a snivelling cocksucker you are. After all, you came so highly recommended.”
Wiggins’ erection was almost to bursting point now – he’d never done anything like this with a man before, although his encounters with women were few and not really much worth speaking about. But this man… he knew how to command him. He was a man worth following. He was a man worth sucking off.
“Sir, I’ve never done anything like this before…”
“You’ve been so good to me before, show me how good you can be now.”
Without hesitation Wiggins pursed his lips and met the incensed cock pointing right at him, slowly pushing his lips over the head and taking it into his mouth. It was a little bitter, but not entirely distasteful.
Quickly adapting to a new situation, he rocked his body back and forth while nodding his head. He couldn’t help but close his eyes and focus on the task at hand.
“Yes, just like that…” Ratcliffe moaned in a hushed snarl as he lent his head back, savouring the moment. “That’s it – use your tongue…”
Wiggins moved his tongue as much as he was able, but his mouth was completely full of dick. He desperately wanted to touch himself at the same time, but servicing Ratcliffe consumed him. Flicking his tongue around and around elicited sharp reactions from his master, who began to buckle and tremble at his touch.
“Don’t stop – you’re doing so well.” Ratcliffe managed to eek out. He’d never been so loose with his praise before, and it became everything for Wiggins as he pumped his head back and forth, taking the long shaft down into his throat as far as his body would allow.
His drives became deeper and deeper, making Ratcliffe’s knee almost buckle as he spurted his seed into Wiggins’ throat. He could feel the underside of his tool convulse as it shot out wad after wad of sickly hot cum directly into his throat.
In ecstasy, the soon-to-be Lord stumbled back into the bath and let out a long sigh of relief and pleasure.
“Wiggins… that was incredible.”
Part 2
“Wiggins.” Ratcliffe mumbled, scribbling away at the paper in his journal. Propped up on a stand next to him was a roughly sketched map of the local area fashioned by a cartographer on their team with areas of interest circled.
“I feel as though some of the men lack the proper respect for a man of my stature.”
Pugsley sat curled up at his feet, sleeping peacefully.
Wiggins cocked his head to the side in surprise that his employer should share this with him. Yes, there had been disagreements between some of the colonists and Ratcliffe, but nothing major. There were more important things to focus on than petty squabbles; food rations were low and there was still not so much as a nugget of gold in their possession.
“I like you! So does Pugsley.” he replied, smiling and holding his hands behind his back.
Ratcliffe rolled his eyes and turned around to face him.
“We have to stop the men from revolting, we need to increase morale. The last thing I need is for them to turn against me.” Ratcliffe rumbled quietly. He didn’t want to be overheard.
Wiggins pondered to himself for a minute what could be done about the situation.
“Ooh! Gift baskets!” he chirped happily. The men would surely love them!
Secretly, Ratcliffe found his chipper nature adorable. While his own life was a serious, sombre affair it was nice to have somebody close that brought about balance. That said, gift baskets were not the solution.
Trying his best not to crack a grin, Ratcliffe replied sternly. “You fool. Not gift baskets. We need a breakthrough, we need gold.”
“Well, sir, I don’t think a party would go amiss!” Wiggins answered. The men had been working their fingers to the bone of late, and with morale slipping it would help to lighten the mood.
“A party… I think that’s the first time you’ve ever had a good idea, Wiggins.”
The spry man’s heart jumped and a smile burst out on his face. “Why thank you sir, I-“
“Get to it, make the preparations immediately. Send some of the men out to hunt, for tonight we feast!”
Despite being cut off, Wiggins genuinely felt appreciated. He knew Ratcliffe didn’t dole out his graces often, so he took every win he could get. If Ratcliffe was happy, he was happy.
And so he went about the camp talking to the men, arranging the feast. Most of them thought of him as a meek, sheepish lad but his upbeat nature kept him well received by most of the men. News of a party spread quickly and a hunt for an elk had begun. The rum remaining on the Discovery had been brought ashore and was ready for doling out to the thirsty revellers. In the centre of the camp a space had been cleared for dancing, and a band had been assembled by a handful of settlers. Wood lay stacked in a big pile for a bonfire, and all that was left was to wait for sundown.
“Settlers of the new world!” Ratcliffe boomed to the watching crowd. Light from the bonfire flickered and cast long their shadows over the camp.
“Brave, fierce, resourceful settlers. Together we toil, we work, we sweat and break our backs. Now is the time to let loose and revel in our progress!”
Wiggins stood behind him, listening to his speech. Staring, smiling, he found a deep sense of pride that his employer, confidant, and friend was able to rally the men together. He was trying his hardest, and he respected that the most. After the speech, Ratcliffe ate with the men and retired to his tent soon after. This party was for them, after all. He had work to do and wasn’t too interested in befriending the riffraff.
The party was a great success. As he danced and drank, Wiggins’ mind couldn’t help but drift to the one person he wished was there the most. In his imbibed stupor, he found himself stumbling his way to Ratcliffe’s tent.
“Sir!” he slurred, a soft smile awash his face. “You should’ve been there, the men loved it. They loved it and they had a great time.”
“You’re drunk.” Ratcliffe moaned from his table, turning to see the man entering his tent.
“And you’re Ratcliffe!” He giggled, still smirking to himself.
Ratcliffe couldn’t even be mad at this point. His idea had been a great help, and perhaps after this the men would work even harder in the days to come.
“Wiggins. Don’t tell anyone I said this. I’ll have you hung if you do.” He muttered quietly. With the amount of alcohol he ingested he probably wouldn’t remember it anyway.
“I swear I won’t tell a soul!” Wiggins answered, still slurring his words.
The huge bear of a man swaggered over to him and put a hand around his shoulders. His hand was nearly as large as his whole upper back. Ratcliffe leaned in to whisper in his ear.
“Thank you.”
A shiver shot up his spine as the words reached him, and he could feel himself glowing.
“You make life in this camp bearable. It’s nice to have someone I can rely on, other than myself.” Ratcliffe continued, taking his hand and smiling at him.
Wiggins realised how little he’d seen that smile before, and it meant the world to him that he got to see it. It meant even more that he was the one to instigate it. He felt complete.
The huge man towered over him now and leant in to kiss him on the forehead before leading him over to the bed. Wiggins stumbled into the bed and lay on his back, all the while his eyes stuck on his superior. Muffled noise from the party still sounded from outside the tent, but inside they could be alone.
Ratcliffe began to unbutton Wiggins’ shirt, his lazy smile gently beaming up at him. The large man bit his neck and worked his way down Wiggins’ body as he began to unbutton his pants before whipping them off, tossing them to the ground.
“Every task I’ve given you, you’ve risen to. This one, you might find a little… harder.” Ratcliffe smouldered, running his hand up the man’s now naked thigh.
“If it’s you, sir…. If it’s you I would do anything.”
Ratcliffe mounted the bed which bowed noticeably under his muscular weight, shuffling himself between Wiggins’ legs. He was already erect, and already planning his next move.
He poked and prodded at his hole with the tip of his cock, bulging through his trousers and poking at Wiggins’ underwear. Though drunk, a noticeable bulge began to grow from the blushing boy’s underwear.
Ratcliffe now undid his own trousers, revealing his throbbing cock that was in proportion with his colossal size, with angry looking veins running along his shaft. He pushed his assistant’s legs up, meeting no resistance, and began to grind against his underwear. Now there was just one layer between them, but that was too much.
“Sir, it’s so big.” Wiggins huffed.
Ratcliffe grinned and growled at this, his fervour reaching its peak. He ripped off the boy’s undergarments and began to press himself against his tight hole, pushing and squeezing gently as not to hurt him too much as he entered.
Wiggins panted and squealed at the sensations of his boss entering his body. He’d never had anything inside of him, especially not something as large as this. It took a good number of gentle thrusts before Ratcliffe had entered the full girthy length of his member into Wiggins’ sphincter, spreading him wide open.
Ratcliffe was going to get what he wanted. Steadily he began to pick up speed, using his shoulders to hold Wiggins’ legs up while gripping his waist. Again and again he pounded his massive cock into his tiny hole, met with mewls and screams of pain and pleasure. As the tip of his dick his the smaller man’s prostate, he quivered and clenched his hole which just made it tighter.
“Sir, you’re so … ah- so deep inside me!”
“Silence, bitch. All I need you to do is take my dick.”
He pumped and pumped, both men in an intimate lock of pleasure. Ratcliffe pulled him up and spun him around, pushing his head down and mounting him from behind. He placed his hands on his waist to gain as much control as he could, pounding his hungry hole deeper and deeper, grunting and huffing as he dominated his employee.
With a few final groans and drawn out thrusts, he came inside Wiggins. As he pulled out his dick, milky white cum drooled from his pulsing butthole.
Panting still, Ratcliffe stroked his hair before holding his face with his huge hand.
“Well done, boy. You did good today.”