[Regifortis]

No, no no no no, he could DO THIS. Tobias had what it took. He had been on the edge before; he masturbated for years. He could do this! Even if his King learned with dangerous speed how to tease him all the more...!

"P-Plans to give this...g-gift of carnal love and s-sacred storytelling to India have promising prospects! My insatiable playmate suggested it over a...very assERTIVE expression of his love!" Push through it! Deeper voice, drawn brow, pulling on the taint, Tobias had to give it his all! "I-It went on all night; he was s-so proud of how I dOMINATED this stubborn nation! H-His warren seemed to have life all its own with how it MILKED ALEXANDER'S COCK..." He felt Darius draw an especially long and wet slurp just below the head. "ON STAGE...w-with the converted Bosnians in awe of his devotion! D-Dragons hardly seemed ALIEN to them a-after Ardashir's efforts! M-My proudest warriors h-had new converts THROWIng themselves at their feet, b-begging for the long and generous 'hospitality' the Greeks made famous u-under my...my..."

One word away. One. Word. Away. From finishing the paragraph. That burned...oh, it burned. But he couldn't complain with how he nearly stopped breathing and convulsed with the primeval urge to shoot seed down his beloved King's throat.

"...tutelage..."

He looked with an air of defeat at the end of the passage. He still had five paragraphs to read. He...didn't even get close...he didn't mind losing, but Tobias really thought he would do better than that. He had set himself up so pompously, and he ended up humiliated. Damn it all...!