“Yes, there..”

Jule purrs, reclining back in the chaise. His tail flicks without restraint between his legs as you work your soft hands up his calf, massaging the muscles with your thumbs. He closes his eyes, letting out an obscene moan. It’s better to know that your actions please Jule rather than vex him.

Only the best get to be with him alone, in his private quarters; only those with the gentlest of touch, and most youthful of faces. He likes his boys young, inexperienced. There’s something so rewarding about corruption.

Jule picked you out by hand to be his pet for the evening. This is your first time tending to him, and although Jule frightens you a little, your one objective is to make him feel good and relaxed.

With a sigh, Jule puts his arms behind his head, lost in a world of tranquility and contentment. His tail is just shy of hitting your face as you move your hands up his strong thigh, pressing your digits firmly into the flesh. Jule mewls in response, although it turns into a deep, breathless giggle.

“You please me, boy,”

Jule hums, pulling his leg up and out of your grasp. You move back, a little surprised as he sits up, legs bent at the knee. His eyes are nearly shut, looking at you through slits as he leans down to meet your face.

“I think I quite like how those hands of your work..”

Jule’s hand snakes up your neck, caressing your jaw before he holds your face in his palm.

“Young, smooth,”

His hand moves slowly over your features before Jule finally lets go, a content look on his face.

“Handsome.”

You blink nervously, watching as Jule’s lips stretch into a smirk. He lays down on his back once more, one arm behind his head, the other overtop of his chest.

“Carry on, boy.”

He tells you, a demanding tone in his voice, although Jule bites his bottom lip, a deep chuckle leaving his throat as if it was all a jest. However, he still expects you to pick up where you left off.

It wouldn’t be wise to leave Jule waiting, now would it?