[Regifortis]

In retrospect, Tobias wasn't sure this method of walking was much more efficient than walking with an idol up his rear. Kingly hands roamed his fat globes, a kingly tongue teased his salty and hairy skin, and a downright majestic length seemed only able to sate its frustration at not penetrating him by sinking between the cheeks he had so carefully nourished in hopes of attracting even one manly logger of a similar persuasion. He worried that he might be carried to the machine out of his own desire to let Darius tease and please him into submission. But he indulged his King by describing how Darius's attentions titillated him, the ways and means of sensual feedback nearly second hand to him now. "I feel weak for you when you grope me so openly...delicate hands that know me so well already...your cock hanging near my hole like a sweet and naughty threat..." He had to stay disciplined, though! How was he going to get fit otherwise?!

Especially with how many chambers they had to search yet...his legs could only hold out so long under the weight of his heavily pregnant belly.