Krem let out a brief, giddy laugh as Chris yanked him by the leg. He sprawled on his back and didn't protest, lifting his hips as the older man worked his pants open and helping to pull them and his underclothes down.

Another time, he may have been embarrassed by how slick he already was, the mound of his cunt and his thighs already glistening with arousal just from the effects of the drugged food and Chris's considerate attention and their brief walk.

Before Chris could start, Krem caught him by the chin and looked at him. His eyes were dark with arousal but his expression was gently serious. "This is a man's body," he said, low and shivering with desire. "You can still tell me you don't want a man's body. I'll understand."