[Taryon's arms seize up. No one, save for one man, had ever undone his trousers. No one else had ever stroked him or licked him there to completion, and Dorian is a stranger. He isn't special enough for Taryon to let him into these private quarters.
And he can do nothing while Lord Karnon watches him with a stony face, silently threatening him while Tary is unable to look away. His buckle - like every slave's in this house - is undone with a simple single motion, and the belt slides apart like water escaping through a crevice. The top of his trousers fall and reveal the base of a pink cock.
The three men hum appreciatively. "Go on, genasi. Don't keep us waiting."
Taryon does not look at Dorian, rather stare in the general direction of either man before him.]
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And he can do nothing while Lord Karnon watches him with a stony face, silently threatening him while Tary is unable to look away. His buckle - like every slave's in this house - is undone with a simple single motion, and the belt slides apart like water escaping through a crevice. The top of his trousers fall and reveal the base of a pink cock.
The three men hum appreciatively. "Go on, genasi. Don't keep us waiting."
Taryon does not look at Dorian, rather stare in the general direction of either man before him.]