“I wouldn’t if I were you.”
Pan relaxed his arm. “And why not? What can you possibly do to stop me?”
“Don’t forget, young pup, that while I may not be king, yet, I’m still a member of the royal family.” His voice was a low growl, a warning not to defy him. “I can have any one of these guards inflict tortures upon you that will make you wish you’d never been born.” Then his expression softened and a smile, of sorts, returned to his face. “So let’s forget all the unpleasantness and enjoy ourselves.”
Bathor’s hand began to stroke Pan’s cock. “I give you permission to do the same to me,” said Bathor.
Pan narrowed his eyes at the man and reluctantly closed his hand around Bathor’s fleshy prick.
“That’s it, young pup.” Bathor closed his eyes and an expression of ecstasy materialised on his face. “Keep going like that.”