Chapter 7
“Steady,” said Kell, catching Matthew before he fell. “Let me help you. Not many have been able to take the Master’s cock.”
As they began a slow journey across the Great Hall, Matthew’s arm around Kell’s waist and Kell’s arm under Matthew’s arms, Matthew brought a hand up and massaged his temple.
“Lucky me,” he moaned.
“No need to be like that. In time you’ll see that pleasing the Master has its advantages.”
It occurred to Matthew that he should ask Kell what he meant, but he’d exerted himself enough for one day. His sole desire was to find somewhere to lie down and sleep for as long as he was able. No doubt, he decided, he would soon discover what Kell had meant, regardless.