Putting the boys out on display in a busy Gorean market street to entice in rich female customers
The bell attached through the ring, chimed, as my manhood stirred.
"Ah, is a little slave boy getting hot under his collar?" she laughed. She watched avidly as my intrinsic nature performed.
Female laughter from the street, informed me that my torment had had an audience beyond the two slave girls.
(Brush back on your head - if you have a foreskin still - make sure it is fully pulled back and clean all around your ever so sensitive bit until you edge - then hold yourself on edge. Bet Master Darius does not have a pierced dickette with a bell through the ring - only slave boys, owned by women have those don't they? Need to squirt yet - too bad - we are not finsihed yet.)
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