Putting the boys out on display in a busy Gorean market street to entice in rich female customers
With the briefest of touches, agile fingers moved from the manhood collar, and fondled me.
"Aiiii!" I cried, teeth clenched, eyes wide.
Her hand, so skilled, was already back at her side before my cry ended. Her touch, so knowing, so skilled, so nimble, caused so much shame, yet such a magical feeling, despite my public misery, I actually wanted her or her friend to take hold of me again, now I was aroused.
Unable to help myself, I emitted a long moan. No longer could I resist such a sight. My lust stoked, I was unable to prevent my response. My resistance had been as futile as my fellows, already displaying the attentions of the slave girls. These two girls were irresistible and they knew it. I read the inscription on their collar, 'property of Darius of Cos', how I envied this Darius, their master. No wonder they had been collared by men.
(Stop and take in the following fact: This is Master Darius - he is a true Gorean male, and he gets to use the slave girl who is tormenting you, when and however he likes. He has nothing but despise for you, Sucker!)