Chapter 5 Carter lay on the king’s bed and stared up at the canopy. What’s Paul doing now? he wondered. If the king had been true to his word, then Paul was probably cooking something, perhaps the very food he ate. With time on his hands he found himself often fantasizing about Paul, picturing his naked, hairy body with him on the bed, on the floor, or on some tropical beach; and despite having been serviced by the king not an hour earlier, he found himself growing hard again. He moved his hand slowly across his chest, feeling the contours of his pectoral muscles as if for the first time. His fingertips caressed his n*****s, causing them to stiffen. He tweaked them and felt tiny bolts of electricity radiate out from them. Suddenly his flesh seemed to come alive, bristling with energy. He