"Convince" him

I can't believe I'm really going to do that...

Duck was on his back, you approached him from behind and came very close. You, putting the shame aside a little, slid your hand over Duck's sweaty chest and belly and reached for his package just below the waist. Your fingers gently caressed Duck's groin over his black pants. You close your fingers on it, feeling all of Duck's fat cock in your hand, and even took the opportunity to get some of the balls.

"What if I could convince you in some way?", You whispered in that sweaty man's ear, making the voice as feminine and bitchy as you could get. Almost immediately, Duck's cock pulsed slightly in your hand. He was receiving blood, and it quickly became warm. You started to massage it.

"What's your name again, boy?"

"Koby", you answered.

"What a rude name for a boy who looks like a girl", he said, violently grabbing the wrist of your hand that you used to stroke him. You got scared, but he suddenly pulled you in for a kiss. Wide-eyed, you watched that big fat face touching yours, the red nose covering your entire vision. His rough, hard lips pushed against yours, which on the other hand were soft and delicate. His mustache tickled your nose and upper lip, while his disgusting tongue danced with yours. He drooled a lot. Duck pulled you closer while he kissed you, and the smell of vinegar sweat along with the smell of spice hurt your nostrils even more, bringing tears to your eyes. His big belly touched yours, and you felt the man's warmth in you. It didn't do any good when you put two hands on his chest to push it away, as it only served to feel the fat man's teats cover your hands with sweat under his shirt. It was disgusting.

His hands roamed your back, smoothing them under the cover, and suddenly ended up on your ass. He squeezed your buttocks as he squeezed the dough before baking them. Duck massaged your ass hard. He groaned with pleasure still inside your mouth.

When he walked away, letting a trickle of saliva run between your lips, you didn't have the decency to disguise how disgusting it was, and wiped the drool on the sleeve of your shirt, making a slight grimace that you knew how to disguise the next moment.

"What a nice mouth," he smiled. “And what an amazing ass. Where did they find you, boy? You are a Stark? A nobleman? What a beautiful find they did”.

“I'm a Bolton. A bastard ”.

"Are all Lord Bolton's little boys delicious like that?", He slapped your ass, putting a finger in your ass over your pants. You only contained a groan and offered to answer:

"I do not know. I never met a brother of mine”.

Damn, why were you talking about this?

“So, Maester's food. How can we solve this?”, You asked, blushing slightly and getting to the point.

“Hurry, huh? Good, for now. I don't have time for this, but if you let me bury my face in your ass for a few minutes, I can even take food for you, if you're hungry”.