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the wall there beside the door,” he ordered.
    Vorgell complied, releasing his cock and then bending at the hips to lean forward, palms splayed against the mossy bricks. Large and rosy, his member swung invitingly beneath him. Madd grasped it again, enjoying the feel of hot, naked male in his hand.
    “Guess I’ll have to start milking you every morning like a cow,” he griped. He squeezed harder on Vorgell’s cock and felt a rush of satisfaction at the big man’s groan. What interested him more was that Vorgell wasn’t resisting in the least. He pressed his mouth to Vorgell’s ear. “Maybe I should just start mounting you like one too, eh, big guy?”
    The barbarian’s cock, already beyond hard, leaped in his hand. Madd blinked. Really? Vorgell’s powerful body practically quivered.
    “Is that what you want?” he murmured. There was a chance he could actually control this raging mass of spell-driven lust after all. He curled his fingers around Vorgell’s shaft and began to work his fist slowly up and down that gorgeous length. “Too bad we both could use a bath. I don’t have sex with unwashed men.”
    “We’ll go to a bathhouse, Madd.” Vorgell’s breathing had quickened. “Wash in the river.”
    “The baron’s looking for us. He’s hired bounty hunters by now. All the baths will be watched. So will the river. He knows I like to stay clean.” Slippery precome wetted his fingers as he cupped Vorgell’s knob and then stroked back down his shaft, repeating the movement to make it nice and slick. His own breathing quickened. Just handling the other man’s cock was making him hard too.
    “Gods, Madd, we’ll wash up later—”
    He smiled. This was almost too easy. So why did he feel such a thrill? Because he literally had Vorgell by the balls? The big man groaned with sweet need when Madd wrapped a clump of Vorgell’s long hair in his one hand and moved behind him. He used his other hand to yank down Vorgell’s trousers and then reached between the man’s legs to grip him by his furry nuts. “Tell you what, you cock-happy fool. I’ll get you off, if you give me no argument about taking a bath—”
    “None. Whatever you want.” Vorgell tilted his pelvis backward, pushing his buttocks against Madd’s belly.
    “Shut up and listen.” Madd yanked the barbarian’s hair, causing a yelp of surprise. “I’m doing you a favor, and if you want me to do it again, you’re going to let me clean you up properly. A haircut, for one thing, and you’ll get rid of that disgusting beard. It’s crawling with vermin.”
    “Please, Madd, I—”
    “You don’t expect me to kiss that, do you?” Madd released Vorgell’s balls and grabbed him by the cock again. He had Vorgell frantic, ready to explode. He could probably trigger him with just a word or a few jerks of his fist. Keeping his tight hold on the man’s tangled hair, he slammed his body hard against Vorgell’s round, begging ass, propelling him off-balance and forward onto those massive arms.
    “Madd! Gods!”
    “You think I don’t know what you want? I do, you know. But you’re going to have to make yourself pretty.” He rapidly pumped the slick, hot pole straining within his fingers. “Now spill it!”
    “Fuck!” Vorgell bellowed, bucking so hard Madd nearly lost grip. “Fuck! Fuck!”
    Any soul listening would have thought someone was getting the best screwing of his life. Vorgell’s semen erupted on Madd’s upstroke, flying in plumes against the dank, moss-strewn bricks of the wall, where it clung in milky globs. After spending his substantial load, Vorgell collapsed forward onto his arms as Madd released him and stepped back. His own cock was complaining about not getting any action, but damn if that hadn’t felt good. He’d almost forgotten the thrill of controlling another man’s orgasm.
    “Here, clean yourself off.” He handed Vorgell one of the pair of linen kerchiefs he’d bought the night before, but not before wiping