“You are sweet and eager and delicious… and as a point of fact Dennis, I cannot look at a painting in a gallery or museum without wanting to own it. I am a very possessive man.”
Rodolphus leaned back in the booth and ordered a scotch. He considered Dennis for a moment with a lazy smile.
“I do not want you to act on these things Dennis; I merely want you to think on them… whether or not they would be desirable to you. Let’s call them hypothetical – for now. Let us say that I wished you on your knees under this table to service my cock while I enjoyed my drink? Does that thought please you? Let us say that I had you sitting by my side with company across from us and I could not resist sliding my hand up your thigh even knowing that any release for you would be long coming? Ponder the idea that I have many toys and spells in my arsenal that can prolong pleasure, prevent pleasure, control pleasure, bind pleasure to pain… I love your hair Dennis. It would look beautiful spread across my chest in the morning sun. And your arse my lovely Dennis… you have an arse made for one thing my boy… Think on this all, and then find it in your heart or your groin to question my attraction again.”