Re: Holding Pens - Hermes and Carrick
Naked, the slave was magnificent. Carrick's eyes fixed on the heavy length of Hermes' erection and the smooth curve of his backside, his own desire rising. The slave smelled so good. Were he any younger or less self-controlled, Carrick would have leapt on him in an instant.
"Very much," he answered, his voice a little thick. "I take it yo be been trained as a bed slave. What are your talents, apart from your quite obvious beauty?"