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THE STABLE BOY: I don’t remember my earliest youth very well, most of us don’t. The memories of those times were mostly washed away by the flood of masculine hormones that hit me at about the age of fourteen and which have dominated much of my life since. I do remember a large powerful man, my father, whose reputation still lives on as he was a master blacksmith who produced anything on the forge from swords to horse shoes and in between. His reputation lives on in the many fine things he made that are still in well honored use. All I remember about my mother is that she was very soft, and loving. The impressions from that time warm my heart in the lonely private times that I have, as few as they are anmore. Somewhere about the age of eight; ages being not that important in those days, especially of the low born; I was apprenticed out to a Stable Master, since I showed no interest in being a blacksmith at all. I don’t think that it was intended to be a punishment by my parents, but it did seem like it was at the time, in the tearful first nights of being away from my beloved mother and the rest of my family. I never really saw any of them again. japanese And heard only a little. I was vaguely aware that our Queen at the time was Victoria, and that she was still very young, though dropping babies like a rabbit at the time. I never did develop much of an interest in the affairs of the gentry, as I was very busy with the life that I had in my own station in life. When I began my apprenticeship, I was built very strongly for porn my age. I was only medium tall for those times, but I my weight was concentrated in my upper body, my chest and arms. They had been somewhat toned by my helping my father at the forge, but evidently much of it was a genetic gift father to son. My first duties in apprenticeship involved getting very acquainted with that stable tool, the pitchfork. My master spent a lot more time than he desired or really had in teaching me the proper use of one. And I got a lot of practice in a stables including up to twenty horses at any one time. Deflections of proper usage, were often pointed out to me with scruffs to my neck or boots applied to my hindquarters. Never cruelly, but with the end product of making me a proper stable boy, from the ground up, as you might put it. The smells and sights of my work there never bothered me much at all, since it smelled no worse, but of another nature, to the smells of the unwashed in my previous family home. So, after the initial shock of now being on my own at such an early age, and being alone; I started to settle in to my tiny room, the camaraderie of the stable men and with the food that came to me in my room sometimes right from the owner’s table. It was delivered by one of the kitchen girls, older than me, but already taking notice of an up and coming new male on the estate. 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