Fiction: Service Industry: Part 2

[kethni]

Name: Service Industry Part 2

Pairing: Multiple but mostly Matt/Mo and Matt/Nathan

Rating: 18

Warnings: Dubcon, I guess? Matt used as a sexual plaything by multiple characters. Orgasm denial, bondage, use of various gags. Spanking,

Word Count: 10,650 approx

Authors Note: For leadaisy and boudecia7 

Summary: I need a name for the type of fic where everyone feels the need to jump Matt. Anyway, this is another one of those. Matt is the most junior servant in a country house and at the tender mercies of the other staff, the lord of the manor, and all of the guests.

Back to Part 1




‘Oh, my goodness!’

Matt spins around and offers the startled woman a hopeful, ingratiating smile. ‘Sorry for my lack of dress your ladyship,’ he says.

Sandra still has her hand pressed to her chest as she smiles back at him as her eyes wander over his body.

‘I wasn’t even looking for you,’ she says. ‘I find these sorts of things dull as dishwater but Noah insists.’ She makes a show of looking around. ‘There’s nobody else about so you can stand up.’

Matt weighs her up and stands up. ‘I’ve never been hunted before,’ he says honestly. He rubs his head as he edges closer. ‘I’m really nervous. I heard that last time Peter got beaten up!’

‘Oh well that’s not supposed to happen,’ she says, frowning. ‘It’s all supposed to be a bit of fun.’ She wanders a little closer. ‘Although Lord Suresh did have quite the party before we set out. I think we all had our fair share of wine and spirits.’ She licks her lips. ‘I’m feeling a little light headed; it’d be terrible if some… passing young man were to take advantage of me.’

Matt’s not been in service long but he’s learnt well enough to pick up that tone of voice, generally delivered, as it is now, along with an expression mostly hopeful but with a little embarrassment mixed in.

He closes the distance between them and surreptitiously glances around for any of the other guests. The immediate woods are quiet and apparently deserted.

‘That would be an awful shame, Ma’am,’ he says. ‘Maybe I should keep you company, for a little while at least.’

‘I’d appreciate that,’ she says, smiling as she sits down. ‘My husband always rides off and leaves me alone.’

Matt sits opposite her, waiting for his cue. ‘He’s a gentleman in a hurry about his life,’ he suggests.

‘Exactly, he always rushes through… everything, and as long as he gets what he wants…’ Sandra trails off.

Matt gently pushes up her skirts. ‘It’s sadly common thing.’ As Sandra lies down he eases down her underwear. ‘But easily put right.’

‘I was hoping you’d say that,’ she murmurs as he applies his mouth.



‘I’m supposed to be stamped,’ Matt says awkwardly as Sandra dresses. ‘With green ink?’

‘Well of course you are sugar,’ she says luxuriously. ‘It’s in the saddlebag. Be a sweetheart and get it would you?’

Matt hurries down to the restive horse and retrieves the stamp and inkpad, away of the distant sounds of horses. He patters back up the steps and hands them to Sandra. ‘Do you think the others will hurt me?’ he asks anxiously. ‘Everyone says… I mean.’

Sandra inks the stamp and presses it to Matt’s shoulder. ‘People don’t normally hurt you do they?’

‘Lord Suresh does sometimes, and last time Peter got beaten and…’

Sandra puts the pad and ink to one side and cups his face in her hands. ‘Gosh, you’re really worried aren’t you?’

‘I was told if I get back to the house without five stamps they’ll send me back out again until I’ve got them!’

‘Those aren’t the rules! Not that I’d surprised at them ignoring the rules.’ She purses her lips. ‘Okay, I’ll give you all the stamps but wait a while. The others will still be drinking so if you wait awhile they’ll be too drunk to raise much of a fuss if you give it a few hours.’

‘Thank you! Thank you so much!’

Sandra waves a hand. ‘Oh please, it’s no hardship on me.’ She chews her lip thoughtfully and then presses the stamp to Matt’s chest and hip before turning him around and stamping his lower back and the curve of his butt. ‘We um, we’re not leaving until tomorrow afternoon,’ she says. ‘Naturally I’ve been put in a separate bedroom from my husband and daughter. The Red Bedroom, it is. I often have terrible trouble sleeping. At midnight I’ll be wide awake and bored half to death…’

It’s no hardship for Matt to smile back. ‘Then we’ll have to ensure that we find something to amuse you.’



Mohinder stumbles down off the horse and waits until Nathan and Peter manage to drag the baying dogs from the twitching body.

‘Who is it?’ he demands, swaying slightly.

‘It would appear to be Eli, the first footman,’ Nathan pants, fighting to keep the dogs from resuming their attack.

‘That’s a bloody nuisance. Still at least it’s not one of the guests,’ Mohinder says, shaking his head. ‘That’d be dashed embarrassing.’

‘Should we send for the doctor?’ Peter asks.

‘I’m sorry; did you just address me directly without being invited to do so?’ Mohinder demands, spinning around and glaring at him.

Peter’s eyes widen in alarm. ‘I… I beg your pardon your Lordship, I… it’s the shock,’ he says weakly.

‘Pull yourself together man, accidents happen during hunting. It’s normally some fool accidentally shooting someone during a pheasant shoot but dogs attacking aren’t unknown.’ Mohinder waves a hand. ‘Sort this out, Petrelli. I suppose we’ll have to do without the dogs for this hunt. Bloody nuisance,’ he says again. ‘The boy is the sneaky type. He’s probably halfway to bloody Scotland by now.’

Nathan tightens his grip on the dogs’ leashes. ‘I agree that Matt is… wily Sir, however I don’t anticipate him leaving the grounds. I very much doubt he would risk losing his position as he would struggle to find another situation.’

‘I suppose not. Even so, he’s already done a better job of avoiding the dogs then Eli here did. It’s so difficult to find decent staff.’ Mohinder takes a hip flask from his pocket and takes a sip of brandy. ‘Well, get on with it before the entire hunt is a complete disaster.’ It takes him three attempts to climb back onto his horse without sliding off the other side. Behind him the two Petrelli brothers studiously avoid catching each other’s eyes.

‘We’re going to be short serving at table,’ Peter observes.

Nathan finally manages to drag the dogs away from Eli. ‘Let’s deal with one disaster at a time.’



The sun has gone down and Matt shivers at the coldness of the stone under his body. Surely by now it’s late enough for Mr Petrelli to let him in without dragging him out again? It’s cold enough for Matt to risk it. If he leaves it later he’s going to risk hypothermia, and even the drunken attentions of the assembled nobility aren’t worth dying for.

He gets up, trying to keep his teeth from chattering, and creeps down the little stone stairway. The darkness has transformed the wood into an alien landscape awash in a sea of shadows but in the distance he can see the lights of the house. It can’t be time for dinner to be served, not yet, so there might be a chance of sneaking through the kitchen. He might be able to sneak in and possibly even get up to the male servant’s quarters for a very quick wash. A bath is far too much to hope for, he only ever gets the lukewarm water left in the system when the other servants have bathed, but even a scrub down with tepid water and carbolic seems like heaven right now.

The stables are too far away for him to reach. He would have to cross in front of the south side of the house, in full view of the bedrooms, to get to it. He wouldn’t make it and even if he did there’s no easy way into the house from there.

Matt sticks to the edges of the woods and circles around to scramble over the garden wall. There’s dim noise from the house but he can’t tell where it’s coming from. He looks up towards the windows but the wall is in good condition and there are no handholds. There’s no other way in the house but the kitchen door. He’ll just have to risk it.

The handle turns under his hand and he walks into the moist heat of the kitchen. Inside is the controlled chaos of an evening meal for a houseful of guests. Nikki glances across at Matt as he freezes in the doorway.

‘Don’t just stand there letting in the cold, boy,’ she snaps. ‘Elle, go find Mr Petrelli and tell him that the boy’s deigned to grace us with his presence.’

‘Am I in trouble?’

Nikki slams a pan down on the range. ‘I’ve got a full house to cook for and thanks to those damn dogs we’re a man down at table.’

‘Eli got attacked by the dogs,’ Charlie explains, surreptitiously pressing a small packet wrapped in waxed paper into Matt’s hand. ‘Dogs are very clever creatures.’

‘Oh yes, very clever to leave us with us only one footman,’ Nikki snorts.

Matt swallows weakly and then jumps as the door swings open as Elle runs back into the kitchen.

‘Mr Petrelli says to send the boy up to the washroom in the male servant’s corridor,’ she says breathlessly. She raises an eyebrow and smirks at Matt. ‘He says you’ve to be scrubbed down before dinner.’

‘Don’t just stand there cluttering up my kitchen! Get a move on,’



Matt eats the sandwich that Charlie passed him and then shivers up the stairs. The rush of warm air that struck him as he came into the kitchen has dissipated and he is unpleasantly aware of the chill. This part of the house is never seen by the family and so it is left dark, dank, and damp. Curls of paper are peeling from the walls and spots of mould are blighting the pattern. Matt can feel the floorboards underfoot through the thin, crushed carpet.

The only room with a light on in the corridor is the washroom. As Matt drags himself along to the room he can hear the gloing, gloing of water being poured.

‘Mr Petrelli?’ he asks, tapping on the door. ‘Elle said that you wanted me.’

The door opens and Nathan, wearing a rubber apron and full length rubber gloves, beckons him in.

‘Am I in trouble?’ Matt asks.

Nathan gives him a hard look. ‘How many stamps have you got?’

‘Five, Mr Petrelli,’ Matt says sheepishly.

Nathan looks him up and down. ‘You were used by all five guests?’

‘I’ve got five stamps,’ Matt offers.

Nathan rolls his eyes. ‘So you stole a stamp. Did you put it back or is His Lordship going to find one missing?’

‘No, Mr Petrelli I didn’t steal one! Lady Bennet was kind enough to use hers five times.’

Nathan raises his eyebrows. ‘I see. She is rather warm hearted. If His Lordship had caught you in that trick you’d have been in for it. But he didn’t and in any event the hunt is over.’ He waves a hand at the bath. ‘Get in, you stink.’

Matt sighs and climbs into the cold, chipped porcelain bath.

Nathan takes the collar of bells from around Matt’s neck and puts it to one side.

‘Charlie said that Eli was attacked by the dogs.’

‘He was. Unfortunately accidents do happen now and then, although rarely to the beaters.’ Nathan attacks Matt with a scrubbing brush, ignoring the younger man’s squeal. ‘Stay still.’ He grabs a handful of Matt’s hair with his left hand and with his right, scrubs Matt’s shoulders and back with the brush.

‘Mr Petrelli!’

‘Kneel down,’ Nathan says mercilessly. ‘Don’t get ideas above your station, boy, Eli would be doing this but he can’t and Peter can’t be trusted to do it properly.’ He pushes Matt down and scrubs his back clean with the brush. ‘Roll on your front. Get your hands off yourself.’

‘That really hurts!’

‘You got out of the hunt with nothing more than cuts and scrapes. Count yourself damned lucky.’

‘Yes Mr Petrelli.’

‘And don’t sulk,’ Nathan orders, thawing a little. ‘You’ll be serving a table tonight, so be on your best behaviour.’

Matt risks a glance up. ‘Why’s that?’

‘Unclog your ears. Eli was attacked by the dogs. So now we’re a man short to serve.’ Nathan drags Matt up to his feet. ‘You’ve a brain in there somewhere. Dig it out and shake it clean. We’re going to need a new footman. I dislike bringing in staff already trained. They have bad habits.’

‘Yes, Mr Petrelli,’ Matt says automatically.

‘What I’m telling you, boy, is that I would rather have a new boy than a new footman. This is your opportunity to show that you can do more than polish shoes and be used for perks. If you do well then when His Lordship asks for my thoughts on replacing Eli I’ll suggest you become second footman and move Peter to first footman. So make sure that you are spotless and properly presented. Be polite if you’re addressed. If a guest makes use of you ensure you don’t spill the soup or drop food.’

‘Would they use me during dinner?’

Nathan carefully places a dry towel on the floor. He peels off his gloves and lays them aside before taking off the apron and putting it next to the gloves.

‘They’ve been drinking most of the afternoon and, excepting Lady Bennet, none of them has had any release so it is quite possible they might.’ Nathan looks pointed down at the towel, and Matt stiffly goes down onto his knees. ‘On the other hand they all think that everyone else used you but them. I know that because every guest but Lady Bennet asked me to lie about how many stamps you had and pretend they’d had you as well.’

‘Oh. I’m dry now,’ Matt says, as he opens Nathan’s zipper.

‘I’ll prepare you when you’ve finished here.’ Nathan knots his fingers into Matt’s hair. ‘Remember what I told you about trying to stay out of His Lordship’s eye line this evening.’

‘I’ve to see Lady Bennet at midnight,’ Matt says in a muted voice as he applies his mouth.

Nathan frowns slightly. ‘We’ll still be clearing up at midnight. Very well. Don’t make a habit of promising to visit guests. It’s bad enough that His Lordship occasionally uses you at night.’

Matt’s reply is muffled.

‘A little enthusiasm would be appreciated,’ Nathan says dryly. He grips Matt’s hair tightly and thrusts into his mouth.

Matt coughs and his hands flap at his side as he fights not to grab Nathan’s legs.

Nathan thrusts harder and faster, his fingers yanking at Matt’s hair, before he subsides.

Matt swallows several times and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

‘What do you say?’

‘Thank you Mr Petrelli.’

Nathan straightens his clothes and slicks back his hair. ‘Bend over the bath.’

Matt winces a little at Nathan’s cold fingers inside him but doesn’t speak. The Butler at least doesn’t deliberately cause pain and efficently applies a good amount of lubricant.

‘Clean yourself up, wash the collar clean and put it back on, clean up this mess, get dressed and then come downstairs,’ Nathan orders. ‘You’ve got fifteen minutes.’

‘Thank you Mr Petrelli.’



‘How did everyone else do on the hunt?’ Mohinder asks.

‘The Boy had five stamps, Sir,’ Nathan says promptly, brushing down his suit.

‘I never saw him. Sneaky little bastard, I said. Didn’t I say he was sneaky?’ Mohinder says, narrowing his eyes. ‘I ought to give him a thrashing. Don’t tell anyone I didn’t catch him. I’d never live it down.’

‘It is a hunt, Sir, he is allowed to evade pursuit,’ Nathan says diplomatically.

‘Do you let him evade you?’ Mohinder asks demands.

‘I don’t hunt him through the house with dogs.’

‘I suppose you think that you’re bloody funny?’

Nathan considers the amount of alcohol that Mohinder has drunk and moves to smooth his ruffled feathers. ‘I beg your pardon, Sir.’

‘Do you fuck him?’ Mohinder asks, narrowing his eyes.

Nathan takes a small step back. ‘Eli did, I believe.’

‘I’m not asking about him,’ he hisses. ‘I want to know what you do?’

Nathan raises an eyebrow. ‘I generally have him lolly-gagging. I don’t penetrate the perk as a rule.’

‘What, not good enough for you? I provided you with a perk and he’s not good enough?’

Nathan licks his lips. ‘I would prefer not to draw my water from the same well as Peter.’

‘You people have no bloody gratitude. I’ve half a mind to make that… girl the perk. What’s her name? The maid.’

‘Elle? She’s the tweeny.’ Nathan neatly puts his hands behind his back. ‘There is another option. We will need to replace Eli.’

‘I don’t care about the bloody hiring!’

‘Well with your permission, Sir, if Parkman performed adequately at dinner, I’d like to make Peter up to first footman, make Parkman second footman, and hire a new boy.’

Mohinder waves a hand. ‘I don’t… a new boy? He’d be the new perk?’

‘Yes Sir.’

‘Footmen are still… their duties still…’

‘All members of staff remain at your discretion,’ Nathan says smoothly.

Mohinder smiles suddenly. ‘Fine, do that then. Yes. Do that.’



The guests are raucous and the bottles of wine and port are passing around the table swiftly. Matt’s hands shake as he edges over to the table with the soup tureen.

‘Soup, Lordship?’ he asks.

Mohinder taps his bowl with the spoon then puts it down and gropes Matt’s ass. He tuts as the soup slops into the bowl.

‘Be more careful, boy.’

‘I beg your pardon, Sir.’ Matt jumps as a smaller hand slides into his crotch. He looks wide-eyed at Miss McCain, who merely gives him an angelic smile and rubs his groin.

‘Only a little for me, please,’ she says sweetly.

Matt manages to pour a small amount into her bowl and then struggles to make his way around the table being felt and fondled with varying degrees of aggression or amusement.

Nathan rolls his eyes and turns to Peter. ‘Go and tell Nikki to keep the dessert warm. At this rate dinner is going to take all night.’



The silverware rattles in Matt’s hand as he clears the table.

‘You performed adequately,’ Nathan says.

‘Thank you Mr Petrelli.’

Nathan glances at the clock. ‘The gentlemen are still in the study but Lady Bennet has retired to bed. She’ll be waiting for you. It won’t do to keep one of His Lordship’s guests waiting.’

‘No Mr Petrelli. Thank you.’

‘Come right back when you’re done. No falling asleep. There’s still work to be done.’



‘You must be constantly exhausted,’ Sandra says, lying back against the pillows. ‘The job alone must be tiring enough without being deemed perks for all the other staff.’

‘It isn’t forever.’ Matt tucks the covers around her and straightens his own clothes. ‘One day I’ll be a footman and someone else will be the perk.’

‘Of course they will. My God, you’re so young!’ she laughs. ‘You know, we have a full complement of staff but if a position arises I could let you know.’

Matt gives her a genuinely pleased smile. ‘Thank you, Lady Bennet, that would be… I’d appreciate that.’

‘Tch! Run along and get your sleep.’



If only, Matt thinks, as he jogs down the stairs for the kitchen. He’ll have to report to Mr Petrelli who might have some work for him to finish and then he’ll probably want to use Matt before bed.

He finds the Butler in his pantry, relaxing with a glass of brandy.

‘Lady Bennet all settled?’ Nathan asks.

‘Yes Mr Petrelli.’

Nathan sits back in his chair.

‘Do you like being in service, Parkman?’

Matt pauses for a moment. ‘As much as anything else,’ he says honestly. ‘The hours are still better than farming and the money is much better. It’s generally in the warm and dry oh and Mrs Sanders food is good. So, yes, I do.’

‘Good.’ Nathan takes a sip of his brandy. ‘I have good news and I have… other news. The good news would make sense but then the other news would be a disappointment. So I’ll tell you the other news first and risk a little confusion.’

‘Um, yes Mr Petrelli.’

‘His Lordship has apparently taken something of a shine to you,’ Nathan says darkly. ‘Don’t get carried away with it, it’ll likely pass as soon as it struck him and you’ll still be here. Always remember your place.’

‘What do you mean he’s taken a shine to me?’ Matt asks anxiously.

Nathan snorts. ‘He’s going to use you, likely every night and some days. If he sticks to past form he’ll be a bastard to you for a couple of weeks and then suddenly start treating you like china. Take my advice and treat it all the same, It’s nothing about you as such. Whatever you do, don’t start lording it over the other servants. They’ll still be here when His Lordship has lost interest in you.’

Matt squirms. ‘Yes Mr Petrelli, I’ll be careful.’

‘Good lad. You’ve a brain in there, although you don’t seem to want to admit it.’ Nathan folds his hands over his stomach. ‘The good news then. His Lordship has agreed for Peter to become first footman and you to become second. I’ve to put an advert in for a new boy tomorrow. Until we have one you’ll continue as boy and also serve at table. Do you understand?’

‘Yes Mr Petrelli, thank you Mr Petrelli!’

Nathan allows himself a small smile. ‘Go to bed then, and remember what I said about not getting carried away with His Lordship’s affections.’

Matt flees up to his bedroom, smiling all the way.

The End

Comments

[boudecia7.livejournal.com]

I really like the complex historical background that you set up here; it's really imaginative and clever. Poor Matt really got a working over, but at least now all he's got to worry about is Mohinder. Lusty, possessive Mohinder, hee! I liked the storyline with the hunt too; Matt evading the dogs and the rest of the group was awesome. :) Lots of fun;I really enjoyed it! <3333

[kethni.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much babe, I'm really glad you enjoyed it :D I've watched a lot of costume dramas over time and some of them have some very dubious undertones, hee!

For some reason Mohinder developing a bit of a proper thing for Matt really tickled me. There's no escape from Mohinder's lovin!

[dragon6593.livejournal.com]

Fun, funky and hot story. Loved Matt using the deer urine on Eli. It couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.

And Matt running buck naked through the forest while evading the hunting nobles was fantastic and a major turn on...swhining!

[kethni.livejournal.com]

Thanks babe! I'm really glad you enjoyed :D I had it on hold for a bit while I did various Chrismas stories but I finally finished it up.

I wanted Matt to be as proactive as possible rather than being an out and out victim. I definitely thought he was justified in pelting Eli with the deer pee!



Hee! There's not enough naked Matt around :D

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MMmmmmmmmmm

[leadaisy.livejournal.com]

LOVED THIS!!

Sandra stamping him in different places and being all hot and bothered was the best! And then hinting for him to come see her during the night was awesome!! She's my hero!! ;) LOL! She was the best!! <333

Love the guest feeling up Matt at the dinner table. Mmmmmm, if I was at that table I would have to spank a cheek too! :P

Mohinder "playing" with Matt on his bed was so fucking HOT! And then Mohinder being all "clean this mess up!" skhksjdnfkjsdn I didn't want that scene to end!

I could go on and on, this was tons of fun to read! Thank you so much!! <3333

Re: MMmmmmmmmmm

[kethni.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much honey, I'm really pleased you enjoyed it :D It took me a while to finish but I got there in the end!

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