A stimulus

It didn’t take long for Maester to come in. You are sitting in the in the middle of the bed, with your legs crossed and facing the fireplace.

“I see you made what i had requested”, he enters with his legs trembling.

“Y-Yes...”, you hardly even look at him. Usually those things happen quickly with you, and he is doing it on a slow pace.

Your dick is becoming half-erect and you hide it between your thighs.

“Are you timid now, Koby?”

“I...”

“No need to explain, i understand”, his tone is always calm and understanding. That helps.

“You have a nice place to sleep”

“The benefits of being one of the higher ups is that you always have a nice place to live... maybe one day that could be you, boy”.

The Maester approaches the “Maester stuff”, opens up a small container closed by a cork and then drinks all the content from it.

You don’t know if you should say anything or maybe staying silente might be even more embarassing, and then you ask:

“W-what is that you drank?”

“That’s... something. Something that will help me. With you”.

“Help you?”

“Yes. Be honest, you know i can’t handle you with this wobbly body. It’s an afrodisiac elixir. We learn to make it in the South. We sell it to whores”.

“Oh...”

“As of you, there’s no need for it, right? You are young and... beautiful”.

“Thank you...”

“I don’t want you to be ashamed, Koby”, says the Maester after picking up a basket with some contents inside. Then, he pushes his seat next to your bed, sits on it and leaves the basket on the floor. “Come here”, he commands in a gentle manner. You go without questioning, and your dick and balls suddenly appear. That little thing you have between your legs is even smaller when it’s soft. “What a cute little thing”, he compliments. “I have never seen anything like it”.

“Never seen anything like it?”

“I am of old age, boy. You don’t think you are my first boy, you think?”, he smiles. “Come, closer. Don’t be shy”, you kept obeying. The Maester touched your face with the palm of his hand “i have something for you.”

And then, he took something out of the little basket. A glass with a black and solid.

“What is that?”, you took the liberty of asking.

“Makeup”, he replied. “Ever heard of this?”

“Yes”, you say, blushing and with your eyes widening.

Of course you heard of makeup. You worked on a brothel and took care of place’s storage, therefore, of all the items that came and went, including makeup, food and even the food that kept the prostitutes’ bodies healthy and attractive. The prostitutes applied makeup all the time. After each client, they needed to reapply everything, since it was all smudged.

“This one is for the eyes”, he said.

You ask yourself why he possesses a small stock of makeup. Maybe for situations like this... the guys on the Wall were ugly, a little bit of makeup would make things easier. You knew you weren’t ugly like them, you had royal blood. Maester Avamys was probably doing that just for fun, and to make things more interesting.

He applies some kind of black ointment on your eyelids and under your eyes, making them somehow more attractive and beautiful. After that, with his pointy finger, he rubs your lips gently with another carmine-red ointment. With a tooth comb, he combed your hair to the side, leaving only a small fringe over your forehead.

“Perfect”, he says with wonderstruck eyes. He takes from his sleeves a small steel mirror and points it at you. You really didn’t want to think about that, but it was true, you were beautiful! Beautiful like a whore! You smiled.

“I feel beautiful and... well. Thank you”, you smiled and closed your eyes.

Suddenly, the Maester had a spasm.

“Oops... untimely effects, i think”, he looks down, messing with the penis under the Maester’s robes.

It looked like the elixir was taking effect, but untimely? What caused that, your reaction?

“Let’s begin...”, he says, standing vigorously from his chair, something you thought was impossible for him.

He freed himself from the heavy robe, also letting go of the boots and underwear. The Maester only wore Maesters’ heavy chain, hanging on his neck, it looked like it weighted several pounds.

Due to the afrodisiac, the Maester had an erect posture now, no longer curved. It even looked like another person. His dick was extremely hard, pointing at you like Cupid’s arrow. It was bizarre to see how his frail body didn’t blend with his meaty cock that stared at you. The big, red and throbbing head... dripping masculine viscosity...

You swalled. You didn’t know if you swallowed from fear, anxiety or carnal desire. But, certainly, that cock looked like the best thing in the world.