Nathaniel lounges back, watching the show while lazily stroking the seam at his inner thigh. Before Anders turns around, he slides his hand into his trousers and slowly strokes himself. When Anders calls him my lord, he licks his lips, and a catlike smile spreads over his face as if he tasted honey on them. He nudges his trousers down low on his hips, pulling out his cock and holding it still.

"Take my trousers the rest of the way off, servant, and warm me with that sweet mouth."