His body was a temple of muscle: bulging biceps that strained the sleeves of his shirts, massive pecs that jutted out like shields, and abs so defined they seemed etched in stone. You’re too slick to not try and cheat.” He leaned closer, his tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. Gay sex “…well, let’s see how much of a king you really are.”Jerome, hyped up on beer and his own bravado, didn’t hesitate. Slipping on the cage was a slow process, the cold metal gripping his warm flesh. I can’t take it anymore, it’s all I think about, I’m begging you. “You know, Jerome, you’re exceeding my expectations. Jerome had just stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, his muscles glistening with water and sweat. Just you and your willpower. “Do it, Ky,” he said, his grin masking a flicker of unease. Ky’s face was softer, almost boyish, with delicate features but a crooked smile that hid a dangerous malice.
