George woke up to the bright light pouring out of the window, right in his fucking eyes. He rolled onto his side and tried to convince himself that what happened last night was a crazy fucked up dream, and he'd be back to working at Abbey Road. No such luck. When he opened his eyes again, the familiar duvet was messily wrapped around his body and the pink mess of silky fabric was discarded on the floor below him. He sat up and winced at the pain in his ass from last night. Groaning, George stood up and gritted his teeth. There was a note on the vanity that had "READ ME" in big letters. He limped over and picked it up. In curly writing it read:

Good morning George. Did you sleep well? I hope so, because we have a long day ahead of us. Come to the dining room after you read this and get dressed. Breakfast is waiting love.

-Daddy xoxo

George noticed a pink band with a round tag on it. Upon further inspection, it read "GEORGE" in  calligraphy-like letters. He wrinkled his nose at the, once again light pink, slip dress folded neatly on the table. The room was a bit cold, and he was stark naked, so he slipped the dress on anyway. He looked at himself in the mirror and gagged. He saw what looked like the door to the bathroom and prayed there was a robe he could wear. Lucky for him, there was a navy blue bathrobe hanging on the other side of the door. He pulled it on over the horrendous dress and walked back to the table, picking up what he assumed to be a collar. He turned the leathery band in his fingers and debated whether he should put it on. George shoved it in the robe's pocket and found the bedroom door unlocked. There was a long hall that he remembered trying to escape down last night. At the end of it was a spiral staircase, which he painstakingly climbed down. He didn't know where the hell anything was, but found a maid sweeping at the footwell.

"E-excuse me." She looked up. "Uhm, c-could you point me to the dining room please?"

"Jus' go down to the end of this hall love." She answered, not ceasing her sweeping. He followed he directions and found two men sitting at a large table. One he immediately knew was Ringo, but the other had his back to him. He had extremely familiar auburn hair that was tousled messily from sleep. His voice was so painfully familiar, his name was on the tip of his tongue. Ringo noticed his entrance and smiled.

"Good morning George." The other turned around, his almond eyes, round spectacles, and beak nose making George gasp.

"Y-you! You're the one from the bar last week.... You son of a bitch! You're in on this?!" George had plans to strangle the life out of him, but Ringo quickly stood up from his spot and restrained George before he could reach John.

"He's a feisty one isn't he Ringo?" John said cheekily, his accent making the "R" roll off his tongue. He wanted to punch him in his smug face, but holy hell was Ringo strong for his size.George realized it was useless to struggle and let his aching body go slack in Ringo's arms. All he could do was let Ringo sit down with him on his lap and glare. "Bit grumpy this morning are we?"

"No... I just had the best night of sleep in my life!" George snapped sarcastically. "Everything is fucking wonderful." 

"H-how 'bout breakfast?" Ringo nervously said, not wanting John to stand up and start something that would end messily. Saved by the bell, breakfast was brought in and John ignored any further comments from George. "Open wide doll." Ringo cooed, holding a forkful of what seemed to be eggs to George's mouth.

"This is fucking humiliating and ridi-hmm mmff!" George protested, now with his cheeks stuffed with eggs. He was beyond pissed, but he was hungry and the food was quite good, so he chewed sulkily. 

"There we go." Ringo smiled. 

"Th-thanks. But I think I can handle a fork on my own." He took the utensil away from him and stabbed another bite from the plate. While he ate, George replayed what happened last night, blocking out the chatter between Ringo and John. He couldn't help but think he did something wrong to make Eppy fire him. But a more logical part of himself told him that lots of people get fired even if they didn't do anything wrong. This debate went on in his head for a few more minuets until he felt something on his leg and snapped back to reality. He looked down to see both of Ringo's hands clasped in front of him, restraining George gently. George looked up and John winked at him, feeling the grip on his thigh tighten. He bit his lip to block any embarrassing noises that could slip out. If short Ringo was intimidating, John was borderline scary, so he let John continue to walk his fingers near George's crotch. He shifted his legs, but John's hand still found his member. He accidentally let a whimper slip out, making Ringo quickly look up. He noticed George's uncomfortable expression and the way he shifted on his lap and the smug expression on John's face.

"F-fuck." George moaned.

"JOHN FUCKING LENNON!" Ringo shouted.

"Wot?" He asked innocently, still pumping George. Ringo glared and grabbed John's wrist, pulling his hand away. "Oh yeah, that. Also, isn't that Ringo's robe you're wearing?" George narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Probably. So?" A devilish smile curled under John's beaky nose.

(A/N: lol, 'beaky' is a cute word. im such a child XD)

"Well, why don't you take it off for us darling?" He was now leaning towards him.

"John." Ringo said through clenched teeth.

"Yeeeees Ritchie?" He drawled, not letting go of his gaze on George.

"Can I talk to you for a moment? In private."

"Of course." John pulled back suddenly, the smirk never leaving his face. 

"Feel free to wander, make yourself at home." Ringo whispered to George as he motioned him to stand up so he could talk to John. He led the way to the study and closed the door behind John.

"What the hell was that?!"

"I don't know what you're talking about Ringo." he said cooly.

"Don't play dumb. You were groping George under the table!"

"He's quite the looker." He replied, clasping his hands behind his back.

"S-so what... you got a crush on 'im or something?" John cocked his head in a thoughtful manner.

"What's bothering you so much Ringo? Don't tell me you actually have an interest in him." He put on a fake pout on the last sentence. Ringo had to think about that for a moment... did he? No he can't. He's not allowed to fancy trainees. Ringo has had his way with many people, men and women alike. It was his job of course. But he was never really attracted to them. But there was something different about George. Many people just dealt with what was put to them, but George was a fighter. The look in his eyes told him that George only kept quiet when John was touching him, was because he was scared of the punishments of disobeying. 

"Helloooo. Earth to Ringo? I'm waiting for my answer Starkey." John waved Ringo out of his thoughtful stare. He took a deep breath and found his answer.

"N-no... I don't fancy him." 

"Good. You wouldn't want a premature visit to Paul, now would you?" Ringo solemnly shook his head.

"I'll return in a month to check his progress with training." John straightened his glasses and walked off to gather his things without another word. Ringo unclenched the fists he didn't know he had and decided to find George.

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A/N: This is most likely the last chapter I'll be able to publish for a week or so (i cri). I'm flying to sunny-ass Hawaii with family this Monday and will be on the flight on the 15th. Soooo excited!!! I'll be taking lots of pictures that will be posted on some fic or another. WOOT WOOT!

Sexually Frustrated,

Maggs xoxo