Chapter 3

“The king’s going to like you,” said the sergeant as he slid his dripping cock from the boy.

Pan rolled onto his back as the sergeant settled into the soft grass, a broad smile growing on his face. He could feel a slight trickling sensation between his legs as some of the trooper’s massive load trickled out of his throbbing arsehole and disappeared into the ground below. It somehow flavoured his dreams that night, for when he woke the following morning there was a crusty mess on his inner thigh.