There was no sound, nothing to alert him, just a sense that someone had entered the room. All traces of sleep evaporated and when he opened his eyes it was to Bathor, naked and hard as he approached the bath.
Pan sat up and wiped away a tear that had spilled onto his cheek. His eyes switched between Bathor’s grinning face, with its twin dimples, and his large, erect c**k that wobbled slightly from side to side as he came down the steps into the bath. His mind raced. Clearly there was only one thing on Bathor’s mind, but Pan belonged to Seronisis. And he wanted to belong exclusively to the king.
“No need to look so nervous,” said Bathor, lowering himself into the water and positioning himself at the side of the bath not a metre from Pan.
“Why am I here?” asked Pan.
Bathor’s grin widened
