He took a moment to gaze at the squire’s naked form. Being nearly nine years younger than William, Duncan didn’t have the well-defined muscles he did. Over the years, William fought many a tournament and even more battles. The broadsword he wielded gave him great strength in his biceps. Duncan’s young body was slim for the most part, with a hint of muscle in his arms and legs. He did have a large cock which rose with interest as William studied it.
“Is…is something wrong?” Duncan asked softly.
“Nay, I wanted to look upon you for a moment. You are beautiful.”
Duncan blushed deep red. “Women are beautiful. I am no female.”
William laughed. “Make no mistake, Duncan. I am well aware of your gender. But you are wrong. Men can be beautiful. Do you not find me pleasant to look upon?”
The squire nodded eagerly.
“Well, then, you see. There is no shame in being good to look at. Brush your locks out of your eyes,” he ordered.