That night, after Mari had gone to her room and the moon was high in the sky, Jahl found himself on all fours, perched at the end of Brocknor’s mattress. His master had moved two tables with oil lamps to either side of the bed. Brocknor, himself, sat naked directly behind him.
“Reach behind and show me that beautiful hole,” said Brocknor.
Jahl felt ridiculous, but had no other choice than to obey. He pulled aside one of his buttocks, exposing that most private part of himself. He could hear Brocknor panting and the sounds of the man’s hand slipping up and down a well-oiled c**k.
“Use both hands,” said Brocknor.
Jahl lowered his chest to the mattress, his head to one side, and did as Brocknor had asked.
“Oh, yes.”
Jahl could hear the hand moving faster and Brocknor’s breathing becomin
