“Touch your cock. Stroke yourself.” The artist’s tone was flat and commanding. The noble’s body shuddered again, bare ass nearly slipping off the chair. “I- I beg your pardon?” He choked, not sure even how to react to such vulgar language used in front of him.
“I don’t see the point of this.” The noble barked, feeling his robes and garments being gently removed and taken away by staff as he entered the studio. The portrait painter had an impassive expression, but there was something behind his eyes that made the man slightly on edge. “I assure you, my lord, this is my specialty. It’s why you set to contract me for this piece, correct?” The painter replied coolly, staying a safe distance behind his easel. The artist was tall and handsome, his expression deep and unreadable behind his thick beard, eyebrows, and hair pulled back into a makeshift ponytail. His eyes were sharp and made the noble almost uncomfortable with how piercing they were. Despite the beast-like appearance, he was known as one of the best artists in the region. “Now, if you are ready, we can begin…”
The feeling of being commanded by this otherwise commoner was a strange one. Who was he to give commands to someone ordained by the king? The order continued to echo in his mind, and before he could protest, the noble sat as directed. Only a small bolt of fabric kept him decent, facing the painter directly and just ahead of him. The artist smiled- the room was suddenly very empty… Was this part of his artistic process?
“Now… my lord. If you can remove your fabric, we can begin.” An edge returned to his voice as the last words slipped from his mouth. The noble’s body couldn’t help but react to being commanded yet again, baring everything for the painter as he began his work, eyes drilling deeply into his subject.
“Touch your cock. Stroke yourself.” The artist’s tone was flat and commanding. The noble’s body shuddered again, bare ass nearly slipping off the chair. “I- I beg your pardon?” He choked, not sure even how to react to such vulgar language used in front of him.
“Touch your cock. Stroke yourself. Now.” He repeated. The noble couldn’t help as his hands snaked around his member, scooting himself forward to let his cock and balls hang over the edge for easier access. The noble moaned as he worked himself, pressing his hole against the wood of the chair as he could feel his muscles flexing and contracting in the same rhythm as his hands. “Good. That’s good.” The painter said peacefully, his eyes fixed on his subject as he retreated from the easel and made his way closer. “You like being told what to do, don’t you? I hardly even have to use my magic to make you do this. Interesting.” The painter placed a finger on the noble’s forehead and worked in downward, making circles around his heaving nipples and stopping at the end of his cock, flicking the end painfully. “Cum for me. Give me your load and I’ll keep you always feeling this good, my lord.” His tone was cruel, but the noble couldn’t help himself but pump his cock harder, the commands from his new master sending him over the edge as he shot thick ropes of cum, being carefully caught by the artist in his free hand.
“Good. Good. We still have a few hours. I wonder what else I can invite you into doing.” He said with a quiet smile, the noble still catching his breath. The artist licked his palm, taking in his prize. He would make sure there would be much more for him to enjoy later.