Date: Sat, 27 Aug 2016 12:50:12 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: The Tavern Server

                        THE TAVERN SERVER
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     Jaseen gloried in his waking well after the sun had risen. He was
alone in the house, he knew, his mother and father and older brothers had
all gone to work in the fields, but not him! No, not him for he had a job!
An honest job, here in the town, as a tavern server. He would be bringing
in coins, honest currency, not the right to a percentage of a crop in the
field that he could then try to sell or trade for other things, like his
father and brothers did, no, no, not him! And he had his mother's promise
that of the money he made, she would permit him to keep three, count them,
three pence from each week's salary! Wonderful!
     Three pence a week, he could save two of that easily, spending a
single pence each week to buy a bit of fine food or a new item of clothing
now and then, and with the two pence safely stocked away, some day he could
buy himself an apprenticeship in some honorable profession. He longed to
study to be a silversmith, the apprentice fee was fifty silver royals, that
was five hundred pence, and he could save best he could and hope for more
money from another source to keep his wait from being in the decades. Hey,
wait a minute...sometimes the servers in a tavern were given tips!
     The glory of that revelation brought him out of the bed and he went to
the window and opened it to the light of the new day. The sun was well up
and his window looked out over a rooftop, not the street, so only a couple
of sparrows caught sight of his naked body. Eighteen summers of age (his
people measured age by the next summer solstice as being the date of birth,
Jaseen had been born nineteen of them ago and so Jaseen called himself
eighteen years old), tall and slender, his skin a golden tone where the sun
could hit it often (his face and hands mostly) and pale as a bedsheet
elsewhere. His cock dwelt in a thin thatch of pubic hair, elsewhere, his
body was as near hairless as matters save for the dark brown patch on his
head that had been cut by his mother, who'd turned a large baker's bowl
over his head and then cut off all the hair that stuck out below it. He
could sleep this late or later every day if he wished, for his new employer
did not require him to appear until shortly before the noonday hour. He
would pay for this by working in the late hours, and have to walk home
after curfew each night (his employer would give him a note explaining he
worked for the tavern to show any watchman who stopped him, that was no
guarantee of safe passage but would help most of the time), and so the
sleeping in on mornings was needful. He'd had to sleep with his two
brothers for so long that not having them in the same bed with him was a
luxury all its own!
     His mother had left him a bit of bread to breakfast on, his lunches
and dinners would also be supplied by the tavern. Good Old Miklas, he was
such a generous master, everyone said that. The young men about town
clamored to be hired by him, but he usually turned such away with a kind
word and never, never an explanation. Yet Jaseen, he'd merely been walking
down the street that day when Old Miklas had called out to him, stopped
him, approached him and asked him if he was available! Available! With a
hoe over one shoulder and a bucket in the other hand, of course he was
available to get out of the fields! His father took over the negotiation,
of course, and Jaseen had chewed his lower lip in agony as they
argued. Finally, it was agreed, ten pence a week, and his mother had gently
interposed that a pence per day for his room and board would be sufficient,
the other three could be his, to save for his wedding day.
     With all that boiling in his mind, Jaseen left for work a good hour
before time, and the cook smiled at him when he walked in. "Well, now,
you're the new server, are you, to take over from Young Nally?"
     "I guess I am." Jaseen agreed.
     "Ah, he's going to be missed a lot here. Gone to an apprenticeship
with a jeweler's down the road, he is." the cook said. "You'll be wanting a
bit of soup before your work, will you?"
     "Yes, please." Jaseen heartened at hearing of Nally's good fortune. If
it happened to another, it could happen to him! "Did Nally save up his
tips?"
     "Lord, no!" the cook presented him with the bowl and Jaseen lifted it
to his lips and slurped in the broth, and a few of the vegetables and bits
of meat. "The jeweler favored him like a son, he did. Many of the servers
have their men who favor them. More often than not, they hire the young man
away from the Master." The cook went over to the pantry at that point,
leaving Jaseen alone with his dreams!
     Those dreams took quite a beating through the lunch time and into the
afternoon. Jaseen worked as fast as he could, and it was still never fast
enough. And not a single customer thought to give him a single pence for
himself when they paid. Usually, it was an attempt to underpay him and a
snarl when he called them on it. It was worse as he saw other servers
receiving pence after pence as they flirted and joked with their
customers. He tried, but it was a poor effort and he knew he had to learn
that skill if he wished to line his pockets.
     The afternoon he was kept busy in the kitchen, one hot, miserable
chore after another. The servers were old friends and laughed and talked,
and while Jaseen wasn't entirely shut out, he wasn't quite welcomed
either. Some even seemed suspicious of him!
     "Don't you worry about nothing." the cook told him sympathetically
when he chose a moment in late afternoon when they were alone in the
kitchen. "Just keep your head about you and pay attention and learn as
quick as you can. They'll come around in a few weeks...usually."
     By the time the supper crowd arrived, Jaseen was fatigued beyond
words. He was used to the fields, where all movements were smooth, even,
unending. This was a series of rapid shifts, broken by periods of
inactivity. His muscles weren't used to it and they complained endlessly.
     And after the supper guests had left, there were the evening
customers. These were men and women out for entertainment of various
sorts. The tables became gaming tables, with games of cards and dice going
on all around. Other tables had the more dedicated drinkers and Jaseen got
his first tip of a pence from one of them when he brought over their
pitcher. "And keep t'other for yourself." the man told him.
     Jaseen's face lit up. "Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!" he gushed effusively
and too loudly, other patrons laughed to hear his happiness. Jaseen didn't
care. He joyfully turned his back and took out his purse which he wore
around his waist under his clothes, and deposited the coin inside, and then
went back to work with his energy restored.
     Beyond the main area of the tables were a row of smaller tables on
each side, with the kitchen and bar on the far side from the door. Above
these tables were the walkways to the upper rooms, for this tavern also had
a few bedrooms to rent out to travelers. On the other side were the rooms
of Old Miklas and his family and curtains kept the smaller tables separate
from each other. These walkways made the smaller tables almost cavern-like
in quality, and in the darkening light (curfew was two hours after sundown
which, in these summer days, was nearly midnight), the tables were heavily
shadowed. "Over here!" the man in one of these tables barked. He was a big,
hulking shape up against the back wall, "Another pitcher!" he commanded as
Jaseen hurried over.
     Jaseen couldn't remember what this man had ordered before. "Did you
have beer, or wine, sir?" he asked.
     "I had mead, by the White Goddess!" the man snarled at him. "Can't you
tell?"
     Jaseen looked again at the pitcher, the tapster always poured mead
into a pitcher with a particular handle. Yes, it was mead. "My apologies,
Sir!" he hastily said and snaffled up the empty pitcher and scurried
away. "Another pitcher of mead for the third table!" he said to the
tapster.
     The tapster looked over and then grinned at Jaseen. "He's good for
another tuppence or three, I think." he said as he poured from the
cask. "But he wants you to do as he asks and quickly."
     "I shall, and I thank you." Jaseen hastily rushed the pitcher over to
the table. Your mead, Sir." he said and placed the pitcher on the table.
     The man had the money but instead of placing it on the table where
Jaseen could reach it, he held the money in his hand and close to his
body. "Here you go." He said.
     Jaseen stepped down into the lowered floor area to walk around the
table and reach the man, who made no effort to meet him in any wise. Jaseen
reached out to the hand and the man dropped all the coins but one into his
hand, the coin remaining was a silver noble, worth twenty pence. Twenty!
Jaseen's eyes followed the coin eagerly.
     "You deserve something for your efforts." the man went on. "Here you
go." He flipped the coin, but it did not fly in the direction of Jaseen,
but straight up and down. The man was slouching on the bench and the coin
landed on his trousers in the folded up area across the crotch. The noble
fell into that fold and there it lay.
     It was his coin and the man did not make an effort to retrieve
it. Jaseen did not think overmuch on the matter, the one coin was worth two
weeks' salary by itself. Such a tip once a week would cut his time until he
had the apprentice fee to a mere year or so!
     He reached down and his hand went to the man's crotch, his fingers
caught hold of the coin and the man's hand caught hold of Jaseen's wrist at
the same time.
     "I...I'm sorry, Sir." Jaseen said. "The coin fell here and I only...."
     The man's hand moved, and Jaseen's hand moved perforce the same way,
but the man didn't shift Jaseen's hand away from his crotch, rather, he
ground it down around against his crotch. Jaseen could feel the man's
genitals inside the trousers which were of soft material, and he looked up
at the man and flushed, he could feel the heat in his cheeks.
     "You deserve something for your efforts." the man said again,
softly. "And the more your effort, the more you deserve, do you not?"
     "Sir?"
     "Can you feel it in there?" the man said. "Feel how stiff it's
getting?"
     "I can feel that." Jaseen admitted, for the dong now under his hand
was a hot piece of steel inside the man's clothes.
     "I could use some of your effort on that. I have more nobles in my
pouch, and a few might find their way into yours if you applied some effort
where I need it most."
     Jaseen didn't need a map drawn for him, or rather the man had drawn a
map clear enough, for his intent was far from obscure. Jaseen hesitated,
but not overlong, then he knelt down and the man pulled the tie of his
trousers, a cord at his waist which he untied, and now the material could
and did separate at the crotch, and Jaseen first captured the silver noble
from that material before it could fall onto the floor. As he put that away
quickly as he could, the man fished his cock out of his pants and Jaseen
looked up to see the tall shaft waiting.
     He timidly reached up and took hold of the shaft. He knew what to do
of course (what young man hasn't become intimately acquainted with the
demands of the little head between his legs?), but had never done it to
anyone besides himself. The dong was thick and the shaft was like warm iron
and the skin over it was like thick velvet, soft and slippery. He moved his
hand up and down and the glans flowed with a thick stream of clear fluid
that gave off a salty, animal smell. Jaseen expected that smell to be
nasty, but instead found it gave him an erection of his own!
     "Come on, give it a kiss." the man murmured and his ham of a hand
landed on Jaseen's head and pushed him down toward that leaking
prong. Jaseen's cheek touched that glans and the thick rope of precome came
away with him as he drew away again, connecting his head to the cock with a
line of clear fluid that bent down like a bow being drawn by the archer,
and from the place where the arrowhead would be was a drop that grew and
fed from the bow and then the bow broke, became two straight lines, then
the side away from Jaseen snapped and the entire glob flew over and landed
on Jaseen, from his cheek to his neck and down his shirt front!
     "Come on, kiss it for me." the man said again, louder and he shoved
Jaseen down again. This time Jaseen complied, opening his mouth and letting
the man stuff his cock into Jaseen's mouth.
     "Ahh, agh, ah, ah!" the man grunted as Jaseen took the stiff dong into
his throat far as he could, then closed his lips and braced himself to
prevent the big man from sticking it further in. "Yeah, come on, you can do
it, get to work, boy, and get it now!"
     Jaseen whimpered and began to move as best he could. If he'd never
played with another man's hard cock, he'd certainly never taken one into
his throat, but he knew somewhat of what he had to do and did it as best he
could.
     "Ah, ah, God, you never sucked a cock before, have you?" the man
gasped.
     Jaseen grunted the negative which the man took the right way.
     "Ah, damn, I got me a virgin! Shit, come on, you're doing it right,
just work it faster, is all. Faster and deeper if you can, boy, come on,
work it, I won't take long for you, not a first time I won't." The hands of
the man came over and claimed his head and made him serve whether he would
or not.
     Jaseen took heart at the promise to be swift, and managed to obey with
the man's wishes, his lips and mouth worked with heedless abandon, slurping
without taking note of his body's desire to breathe and it was enough to
make him dizzy very quickly, but the man was telling the truth, for he
groaned, then again, harder, his hips thrashed and he moaned rather loudly
and then he was spraying his spunk up into Jaseen's mouth and
throat. Jaseen strangled somewhat, then caught himself and began to gulp it
down, for the hands on his head would permit nothing else, and the man
gurgled and more sprayed up into Jaseen and then the squirts became a
dribble, and the man's moans became labored breathing and he was done, his
hands ceased their peremptory hold on Jaseen's head and then Jaseen was
allowed to pull up and the man moaned listlessly, his cock flopped onto his
trousers toward one leg, a spent, wet remnant of its former glory, and
Jaseen rose to his feet and awaited what would come next.
     The man panted still as he readjusted his clothing and he said, "Well,
now, for a virgin, you did very well indeed. You need practice of course,
but that just makes me certain I was your first." The man reached into his
pouch and Jaseen heard the jingle of coins and his heart beat fast. This
money meant a better future, a life beyond the scant survival of the
farming labor of his brothers and father, and a chance for a wife and
children of his own (for if things had remained unchanged, only his older
brother could have afforded to marry and Jaseen as the third son had
despaired of their ever being enough money for him to take a wife).
     "Here you are, and a bit more for your virginity." the man
announced. "And if you are virginal in the other side, make them pay well
for it, is what I say." He poured a handful of silver coins into Jaseen's
hand, so much money that Jaseen did not dare pause to count it, he hastily
lifted his tunic to push the money into his own pouch, and it sagged
satisfyingly full and low when he did so.
     The man looked frankly at Jaseen's own still-erect prick and said, "If
I had known that was inside, I would have insisted upon us taking a room."
he declared. "That is a tasty morsel indeed you bear inside."
     "I thank you." Jaseen said bashfully and covered himself again. He had
not intended to display himself, but unlike the man who wore full trousers,
Jaseen wore only a tunic and leggings and the leggings were old and small,
so that he simply pulled them up high as he could and made no effort to
pull them together at his waist, the tunic was low enough on him to keep
him decent so long as nobody looked when he raised his tunic to get at his
pouch.
     "Boy! Boy!" came the call at the table to Jaseen's left, the next
table over in the lowered section. "Another mug of ale for me! Now!"
     The man nodded knowingly and caught Jaseen's eye. "Make him pay well."
He said again and laid a finger alongside his nose, the signal for "take
careful note of what I said."
     Jaseen went and fetched the mug of ale, he would replace the mug at
the man's table as was needful for the ale with its heavy sediment in the
bottom. He returned to the table to the first man's left and, knowing that
this man must have heard what he'd done with the neighbor, stepped on into
the second man's alcove.
     Another man much like the first, but younger and less burly, he was
only a scant half-dozen summers older than Jaseen at most. "Your ale, Sir."
Jaseen said and placed the mug on the table.
     "Very good." the man had already lowered his trousers and his manhood
stood at full attention. "Come and sit awhile on my lap and keep me
company."
     Jaseen gulped as he realized what that meant. But the money, if his
first attentions had brought him that much silver, think what this other
attention would gain for him! He could not refuse. "I am unknown to men in
this way." he said as a prelude.
     "I heard that." the second man said. "In fact, it is what I relish
about this place, for the servers are often young men new to the pleasures
of the body. Old Miklas knows how to shop for his boys among the peasants
and pluck the tastiest morsels for his customers at night."
     Jaseen licked his lips. "As a result, I must ask triple what you would
otherwise pay." he said boldly as he could. He intended it to sound
mercenary, but it came out more like a widow haggling with a pawnbroker
over the value of her prized silverware, unskilled and ashamed, but
determined still.
     It was the best tone he could have made in this situation. "You ask a
high price, but if I am satisfied that I indeed pluck the very first apple
from your tree in this, then I shall pay it. Now come!"
     Jaseen gulped and said, "I needs must have some oils upon your tool
before I try it."
     "Did you not bring any?" The man then answered himself, "Of course
not. By the Green God of Nature, you are an innocent, are you not? Well, I
have some and will permit you to apply it. Use all you feel you want upon
me."
     Jaseen had never done such a thing as he now did, which was to squirt
the oil from the small bulb of leather onto his palm and then apply it upon
the man's proud pillar of prurience, and the man grunted and his dong
surged and throbbed as Jaseen worked the oil into the skin.
     "Oh, God and Goddess of Night, be done with it soon!" the man
begged. "Have you not done me enough now?"
     "My pardons." Jaseen said and gave back the bulb of oil. "I am
hesitant as you must understand, but I have agreed to do this and I shall."
He swallowed hard and stepped over and straddled the man on the chair and
then lowered himself down. "If you will guide yourself as I lower, we shall
join as you request."
     "Just do it, already!" the man groused but then Jaseen's anus touched
his cockhead and he forgot his complaints. Jaseen grunted and strained as
he fought to accommodate the organ, it felt like he was pressing inside of
himself something three times the size of the man's dong. But after a time,
he felt the head fully go inside of him and after that, it was easier and
he managed to work more and more of the length of that man-sausage up into
his bowels.
     "Oh, enough already, I am nearly taken whole!" the man said at
last. "You are virgin, I doubt not, but you are supple and agile as a
deer!"
     "I shall strive to ride you as smoothly as they run through the
forests." Jaseen smiled at his new lover and he began to do a sort of
squat-thrusts up and down on the man's lap.
     That proved less efficacious than he'd intended and the man grunted in
frustration and caught hold of Jaseen's buttocks and said, "Let me work
you." he declared and he stood up bodily and that lifted Jaseen into the
air and he laid Jaseen down on his back on the table and standing above
Jaseen in this position, he began to thrust into Jaseen's intestines in the
manner of a man who has been driven to near-insanity by delays and
obstructions.
     Jaseen winced and grunted as the man rammed his ass, but the pain was
mostly assuaged by the oil he had applied (he now was glad he had used most
of the bulb's contents on this angry shaft), and the remaining pain grew
less and less the longer he was thrust into.
     "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" the man grunted as he made hard jabs into
Jaseen's innards, and the man's hands grabbed Jaseen's breasts and squeezed
them hard, Jaseen cried out as he grimaced from the pain and the man seized
this moment to drive himself into orgasm.
     "Ah-hah, ah-hah, ah-hah, hah-hah-ah-ah-AH-AH-HAH-AH-HAH-HUNNNHHHHH!"
The man's face flushed darkly, visible even in the dim light, and he
crammed his cock as deep into Jaseen as he could and he ejaculated there,
filled Jaseen's bowels with his spooge.
     As he finished, he lay down on top of Jaseen with his upper body and
looked into Jaseen's eyes and smiled, and then with swift determination he
kissed Jaseen ardently. Jaseen kissed him back once he was over his
surprise, and tried to give him as well as he received.
     "Wonderful, wonderful!" came Old Miklas' voice.
     Started, Jaseen looked around. His Master was there, looking down on
the proceedings. "Master Miklas! I...I am very sorry, but this man...."
     "This man is paying triple, I heard and came to see for myself that he
pays in full." Miklas said. And to Jaseen's consternation, he held out his
own hand and the man paid the fee agreed upon into Old Miklas' hand himself
rather than to Jaseen! Then left without turning a single pence of it over
to Jaseen!
     Jaseen was standing in the now otherwise vacant alcove (the man had
departed with his ale after paying) and considering this new set of
problems (was he expected to turn these monies over to Old Miklas and be
content with a mere ten pence per week as his sole salary?), when another
server came over.
     "I saw what the old ass-breaker did to you." he said to Jaseen.
     "He took all my..." "My fee" was what he was about to say and he
blushed to admit to himself he had become a simple male harlot this very
night.
     "I saw. You get a rich pig like that in your stall, take him up to the
room and get his money there." the server advised him. "Old Miklas can't
collect your money if he doesn't know you're getting it. You have to keep
all this secret as you can."
     "I...I see." Jaseen placed this information into his new store of
knowledge. "I can see I have much to learn here."
     "You're off to a good start." the server told him. "Keep a second
pouch under your tunic, and only transfer from your regular pouch to the
second one when no one can see you do it. Old Miklas will ask you to open
your pouch at the end of the night, and if you have more than a few pence
inside, he'll take it all. Keep a few silver coins in there for him to
claim, and hide the rest. That's what we all do."
     "I shall remember that well." Jaseen didn't have a second pouch, but
he went outside long enough to transfer his money from his pouch to one of
his shoes and returned inside. Three more customers claimed his body before
the curfew horn blew, and Jaseen was caught by Old Miklas with only five
silver nobles in his pouch which he relinquished without more than a
visible show of pain and remorse, for twenty more resided in his shoes,
making uncomfortable lumps. But he would walk all the way home on those
lumps and let his feet suffer, to keep it safe!
     His mother was waiting up for him and insisted on serving him a bit of
her soup as a late night meal. "And how was your work this day, my youngest
son?" She asked as he ate it for her sake, for he was not hungry.
     "The work was grueling, but I think it will serve me well." Jaseen
said.
     "Working as a tavern server, yes." she commiserated. "The hours are so
long and the work is so very hard."
     "I am not so sure about the 'long' part." Jaseen agreed, "But it was
certainly very 'hard.'"
                             THE END
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