Walden was kind of getting hard thinking about it. He grabbed Rabastan's hips so he could pull him back and rub him against his cock, grinning to himself. "That's what I think about that," he said.
He picked up a hefty leather collar with a spot for a lock on it, putting it on Rabastan's neck and doing it up. He hooked a couple of fingers under it, tugging gently. "That feel okay?"
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