By Jan Irving
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And deprived of any other sexual outlet save his own hand, Varick was becoming a little desperate. He was accustomed to frequent congress. He didn’t always like it, but now he’d been deprived of it for days, he craved it. He ached to lay spread for his master while he pounded inside him, using him on this bed…. He studied Lucius, lips parted; his leg was twisted like driftwood, thinner and paler, but still thickly muscled, his other leg was golden skinned with straight black hairs. His feet were long and narrow and his cock… Luxuriant black hair surrounded a heavy, thick penis.
I know you,” Varick said simply. “I don’t want you to know me,” Lucius grumbled. “I just want… Varick, I want you in my bed. ” Varick sounded more annoyed than anything else. ” Lucius blinked, limping the familiar route that led home. ” A question. It had never occurred to him Varick would feel this way… and his arm around Lucius felt almost… possessive. Why was his slave out here? It wasn’t his place to look for Lucius, to censor his actions. And yet, this was the second time he’d come after Lucius.
The slave paused, looking again over his shoulder. ” he whispered, swallowing. Unable to speak, Lucius let his hand fall. His only hope was to go to Apollo and follow ritual precisely. There was no other way this boy would ever be his. The Pleasure Slave | Jan Irving 35 Varick cocked his head. “You’re a strange one, Sir,” he said, bending forward so his tunic rode up on his legs, cupped his lush ass. Lucius’s phallus was huge and swollen now, and when Varick shifted, he caught his breath. ” Lucius put an arm over his eyes.