“It is to replace those.” He motioned at my cock.
I looked down. Then I realized what he was really pointing at. “You don't like my underwear?”
“They are too thick. I don't like the feel of you through them. These will suit you better. Try them on.”
I glanced at Bantar and shrugged. We were all men. One of us had some accessories that the other two didn't; that's all. Plus, Bantar had done more than strip for me; I could hardly balk at getting undressed in front of him.
After removing my robe, I handed it to Bantar and then took off my shorts. Bantar took those as well, his gaze shifting down to my cock.
“Sorry, no tentacles,” I said.
A flush turned his bluish-gray skin lavender. “You have no need for tentacles, master.”
“Thank you.” I pulled on the silk underwear. Then I scowled at it. There was only a V-shaped bit at the front, sewn to cradle my bits. Two thin strips formed the back—one at the waist and one that slipped between my ass cheeks. “Uh, this doesn't cover much.”
“That's the point.” The King circled behind me and made an appreciative sound. His hands went to my ass, massaged it , and then pulled my cheeks apart.
I looked over my shoulder to watch him inspect the silk strip.
Jucai released my cheeks and slid a finger between them, rubbing the silk into me. “Perfect.” He motioned at Bantar. “Now, the jewel.”
Bantar went to a small case beside the box and removed a smooth piece of blue glass with a short, fat, tapered tip at one end and a circular flat bit at the other, embedded with a blue jewel.
“Is that a sapphire-studded butt plug?” I gaped at it.
“Yes, I purchased it just for you.” Jucai slipped my underwear down to my thighs and pushed me forward, toward the arm of the couch. “Bend over, Nadar.”
“What?” I yanked the scrap of silk back up. “No.”
“But this will keep you prepared.”
“I know what it is and what it's for, Jucai.” I left the room and went into the bedroom, then into the dressing room.
Just as Jucai said, there were new clothes on the racks. Jewel-toned silk shone under the dressing room lights. There was a ruby wrap tunic with a subtle pattern of sea dragons woven into the fabric, an emerald jacket with a pattern of gold seashells, and sashes of sapphire and cream. I found a pair of black pants and made sure their lacing was only at the waist. As I pulled them on, Jucai walked in.
“I don't understand why you're upset,” he said.
I grabbed an amethyst wrap tunic and tied it on. “Do you think I haven't seen your courtiers pull plugs out of slaves before they mounted them?”
He flinched.
“Ah, so you thought I hadn't noticed.”
“They are not just for slaves. I had that jewel made especially for you. It's far more precious than anything given to a slave.”
“If it's so precious, you can stick it up your ass!”
Jucai chuckled. “I'm not the receiver.” He sauntered over to me, taking a sash off a rack along the way, and then tied the sash around my waist. “I only thought to make you more comfortable and give you something you could treasure.”
“Then give me a piece of jewelry. No one treasures a butt plug, Jucai.”
“Please stop calling it that.” He made a disgusted face. “I will drape you in jewels if that's what you wish, but I'd like you to try on my present.”
“Try on? You mean, put in. And no.”
“Please.”
“Nope, no, not happening. Take your gift and shove it up your ass because it's not going up mine.”
