As Rator vigorously worked his chest area the old man walked around him. He touched the buff youthful warrior’s rump then later ran his wrinkled fingers down Rator’s chiseled abs. Each time the man touched Rator’s flesh the hero groaned with satisfaction. It was as if the mighty young warrior had become just some piece of meat being inspected. Talon was amazed by the scene and secretly found he too felt pleasure at seeing Rator humbled. When the old man let his fingers caress Rator’s manhood the young warrior sighed and grew erect. “I know you loved weapons. Why don’t you play with this sword between those powerful thighs while I deal with your companion?” the magical creature hissed with contempt. “But do not cum until tell you.”

Rator dully nodded. As Talon watched the once mighty Rator began masturbating for them. “Ah so beautiful,” the elderly man laughed as Rator pumped his manhood.

“Ohhhhh…” Rator sighed. He closed his eyes and stroked himself. His thick cock rose to its full glory while his low hanging balls swayed between his well-formed thighs. He stood there edging himself for the two observers. Every so often a lighter grunt of  “aw ” escaped from his lips. He would let go of his cock and gulp in air only to take his dick back into his hands to manually work it as ordered.

Talon stood still. He was mystified by these events yet fascinated. The old man had somehow cold-conked Rator’s will. More fascinating, clearly Rator was sexually enthralled to the former’s orders. Talon thought of something. “I served him who now serves you so I must yield to you now as my master,” he quietly said as he bowed in respect. “But what have you done to him if I may beg to inquire?” He asked.