"You are to take over for Mop. He will have a few days to rest. And you will be stoking the fires for three nights." Jess told him. He was laying back on his bed comfortably. "Now shoo."
"Yes sir," Steak grumbles. He had at least been hoping for a thrashing. "Am I to continue my own duties, as well, sir?"
"No. I believe Stock is an adequate replacement for now."
"Yes sir." He slinks out, hoping he won't have to be re-branded. He creeps to his little cot, hoping no one notices.
Everyone notices. They are waiting for him. They pin him down and hold him.
Steak shrieks, striking out wildly. "What are you louts doing?!"
He heard the hiss of the brand against his skin before the pain registered.
Steak screams, biting his lip until he draws blood, trying not to curse.
Afterwards, Roast took him to the kitchen, wrapping a cloth wet with vinegar and water, tying it around his hip.
Steak is whimpering, sniveling and glaring at everything, incoherent with pain, fear and rage.
Roast picked him up and tucked him into bed next to Jess, as the head chef had asked him to earlier. He gave him a few drops of laudanum and left him there.
Steak blearily snuggles. One of his hands finds Jess' belly, and he happily kneads it like a kitten, muttering deliriously as the laudanum takes effect.
Jess rolls his eyes, holding the bad boy in one arm.
***
Steak, temporarily Mop, is mopping. Everyone else has gone to bed, and he is freely grumbling to himself, indulging in a rant.
Roast poked his head around the corner, watching Steak-Mop mop.
"Almost done?" he smiled.
"...'oh, I'm Stock. I'm just so shy and innocent...' Bullsh--Roast! You scared me! Don't sneak up on people!" At the sound of Roast's voice, he had dropped the mop with a clatter, spattering himself with greasy water. "Ugh! Goddamn st-stuff..." he finishes lamely, picking up the mop.
"Finish up and come to bed," Roast says, suggestively.
"What do you think I'm trying to do," Steak snaps, brushing water off his trousers with a look of disgust, missing the suggestion. "...sorry, Roast," he says, sighing and mopping idly.
"Calm down, I wasn't trying to rush you. All the other boys are camping outside...so it'll be fairly private..." Roast was trying not to be blatant.
"...I have to be up in four hours to stoke the fires..." Steak grumbles, quietly. "...what are you going on about?"
"Sex. Waiting for you. Over here." Roast said, lips out in a pout, turning the corner and leaving for the beds.
"...oh." Steak laughs nervously, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "...I'm sorry, Roast. I don't mean to snap at you..." he finishes mopping much more quickly now that he's not ranting, and follows the larger man, tossing his sweaty clothes onto the laundry pile.
He finds Roast waiting for him, nude on bed rolls, with Stock chained next to him, also naked.
"..."
"Come in." Roast turned. "Jess has an idea for you. Depending how tonight goes, you might be Steak again." He patted Stock's hip in a comforting way.
Steak grinds his teeth, growling quietly, fists clenching and unclenching as he glares at his 'rival'. "I don't like tests," he growls, looking hurt and betrayed at Roast. His undone pants fall around his ankles.
"I know you don't. And I know you don't like him. But do you want to fuck him?"
"...yes? But I don't think he'll like it." Steak smirks, stepping out of his trousers and kicking them to the pile, naked to his underwear, sweat glistening on his bare, nearly hairless chest.
"I think it will be okay," Roast said, watching Steak undress and come closer. "Since if you're too rough, you'll be Mop until you're done. If you're gentle, you can be Steak tomorrow."
Stock looked up at Steak, slightly scared, eyes a bit wide.
"Gah!" Steak smirks after a beat, stalking up to Stock, placing a firm hand on the smaller boy's chest. With his other hand, he rips off his own underwear, his hand stroking himself for a moment. Then, in an abrupt movement, he moves the hand that's on Stock so that his forearm is pinning Stock's throat, and he shoves the underwear into Stock's mouth while he's surprised. "Shut up," he says.
~~~~~~~~~
Steak has been chopping onions all day, and he's exhausted, his eyes burn, and his nose won't stop running. He looks and feels terrible.
Jess stops him, grabbing his wrist and turning him. He grabs his chin, inspecting Steak's face. "Get out of the kitchen."
Steak gasps in shock--Jess is astonishingly quiet when he wants to be. He feels his cock hardening at the contact and rough treatment, to his chagrin. "What?!" he asks, a little more forcefully than he intended.
"You're sick. If you get the Master sick, I will personally beat you raw. No sick boys in the kitchen. Go to bed or get outside," Jess told him.
"I'm...not sick!" Steak protests, sniffling. "I've been chopping onions..." His cock hardens more at the threat, and it occurs to him for just a moment to provoke Jess.
"Don't argue with me, boy."
"Yes, sir," he says, visibly deflating, turning to leave the kitchen. He finds himself trying not to cry, inexplicably.
He nearly bumps into Christian. "Hey." He grabs Steak's arm, gently. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Steak says, sneezing. Am I sick, he wonders. "Watch where you're going," he snaps, glad to run into someone he can be annoyed at.
"Don't you snap at me," Christian picked him up and tossed him over his shoulder. "Are you busy working?"
Steak squeaks, struggling a bit. "Yes! Put me down!"
"Looks more like you're leaving the kitchen in tears." Christian smirked.
Steak kicks him, wherever his leg is hanging. "Leave me alone!"
"Not much of a sport, are you?" Christian asked.
Jess came out of the kitchen, looking peeved. "What's going on?"
Steak looks relieved. "Jess, I was just trying to go lay down, and this lout scooped me up like this." He sniffs loudly, eyes quite red.
Jess sighed. "Christian, would you take him outside with you? He hasn't been outside for a week or so."
"I can do that." Christian nodded.
Steak grumbles. "I'm fine, I was just on my way to bed! I don't want to go outside," he protests, his voice getting higher until he's almost whining.
"Outside. Now." Jess said, turning back to the kitchen and leaving Steak with Christian.
Christian grinned.
Steak sighs dramatically, letting himself go limp. "Fine. But I'm tired. Not for long."
"Don't worry about that." Christian carried Steak off. When they got outside, he whistled for Dog, putting Steak down.
Steak stifles a scream, pointing at the gargantuan beast snarling at him. "Ahh...wha...ack!"
Dog bounded over, stopped right in front of Steak, wagged his whole body with happiness and licked Steak's hands. "You're not allergic, are you?" Christian asked.
Steak squeaks and topples over backward. "Allergic! To having my arm bitten off!" His voice is quite shrill.
Dog danced around Steak, still wiggling with joy.
"Dog only bites whiny people." Christian grinned.
Steak glares at him. "Ha. Ha. You know this...creature?" He raises his hands to fend off the exuberant dog.
"This is Dog." Christian snapped his fingers. "C'mere, boy."
Dog leapt away from Steak, rolling onto his back for attention.
Steak looks skeptical. "Alright, I'm outside, and I've had ten years scared off my life. Can I go to bed now?"
Christian pulled a small cart out from a shed, hooking it to a harness. "Get on."
Steak laughs. "I...don't think so." He starts walking back to the door.
Christian scooped him up, putting him on the cart. He hooked Dog up to the cart. "Walk, boy."
Steak growls, but settles onto the seat. "This is bizarre," he says, "Did Jess secretly tell you to torment me, or is this all you?"
"This is just me. And you'll like it. It's a tour of the garden. You don't have to walk. Sunlight and..." Christian passed him a fur and tucked him in, "You get to be nice and warm."
"Don't you have some guarding to do?" he grumbles, but settles under the fur. "I've seen the garden before, you know..."
"It's nice out, you have a day off and you can relax. Why are you complaining?"
"This is hardly a day off," Steak sniffs. "And even if it was, this is not how I would be spending it. It's bright and windy."
"What would you be doing, whiner?"
"Stop calling me that! My actions have nothing to do with you. Nor does my recreation."
"I have no idea why Jess keeps such a whiny piece of meat," Christian sighed.
Steak leaps out of the cart, almost stepping on Dog. "That's it. I've done what Jess asked--I've been outside. I don't have to put up with this."
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