The troopers had stripped Pan so that all who had gathered could see the bronzed, athletic body of the king’s new acquisition. Countless pairs of eyes scrutinised him; his black hair and his striking green eyes that were partially hidden beneath a long fringe, the small trail of hair that led from his navel down to the thick bush of pubic hair surrounding his semi-hard, uncut c**k, his muscular buttocks and finally the muscular thighs that promised muscular calf muscles, presently hidden by the sides of the cart.
Sounds of approval rose up from every side. “He’s a pretty one,” said a scrubber woman in a damp apron. “The best yet,” said another. Pan blushed. He even detected approval in the eyes of the men that jostled for a view of the king’s latest acquisition. He smiled though his stoma
