Brannan felt some pain, but he didn’t care.“Are you mine, Bard?” Samir’s voice had a deep, husky quality to it.Brannan sought to answer. Gay sex He knew that the cock cage thwarted his prisoner’s desire for release, so he pressed his advantage, pumping harder until he braced his body, seizing the front chains of the sling for support and ejaculating in long pulses as his lust enveloped him completely. M’mates told me the ravens gathered around you when you played your harp. Now lie back and spread your legs— go on; I won’t cut your manhood if that’s what worries you. Brannan appreciated Geraint’s gentle touch over his fading bruises from when the guards had beaten him.“Good, top bit’s done. The Warlord straightened up, continuing to hold Brannan’s eyes on his. When Efan and Kai had beaten him, they seldom used any implement that tore or cut his flesh. How will the Bard handle what I must do? It looked like a curtained bed frame, only much taller. The Bard must have realized where this was leading, for his eyes flashed, and he struggled in the sling. Brannan found himself responding with an equal force as their tongues melded.
