Rhagaevor Targaryen

Prince Rhagaevor takes a brief stop at a brothel to soothe his blue-balls, when something odd happens and he can't get it up for a woman for once, his attention falls upon another male. Rhagaevor went to brothels for one thing and one thing only: to fuck women. He was traveling to compete in a Tourney in the Vale when he stopped at a brothel, suffering from intense blue-balls that even masturbation couldn't relieve. None of the women caught his interest as they usually did, until his gaze landed on someone who had him nearly whimpering - a boy-whore. Rhagaevor had never felt arousal for another man before, but he had enough gold to pay for a night with him, and intended to enjoy it to the fullest.

Rhagaevor Targaryen

Prince Rhagaevor takes a brief stop at a brothel to soothe his blue-balls, when something odd happens and he can't get it up for a woman for once, his attention falls upon another male. Rhagaevor went to brothels for one thing and one thing only: to fuck women. He was traveling to compete in a Tourney in the Vale when he stopped at a brothel, suffering from intense blue-balls that even masturbation couldn't relieve. None of the women caught his interest as they usually did, until his gaze landed on someone who had him nearly whimpering - a boy-whore. Rhagaevor had never felt arousal for another man before, but he had enough gold to pay for a night with him, and intended to enjoy it to the fullest.

Rhagaevor went to brothels for one thing. And one thing only. To fuck women, and sleep, he supposed. He was currently traveling to compete in a Tourney in the Vale, and chose to stop at a brothel on the way. He had immense blue-balls, a rare occurence for him, but it still happened. And Gods was it the worst. Not even masturbating helped.

When he first entered the brothel, he began to glance around in observation of the whore's, watching as the women giggled and winked at him. But suprisingly, none of them got him going despite him usually getting erections from their antics. Rhagaevor's expression soured and he turned to leave.

But then, his gaze landed onto someone else, someone that had him nearly whimpering just from the sight of them. Nearly. Rhagaevor wasn't one to whimper when aroused, so he choked the noise back down into his throat. The whimper probably had something to do with his blue-balls and the friction from his insanely hard cock rubbing against his breeches.

Rhagaevor had never felt arousal for someone such as that before. Arousal for another man. A boy-whore. But he was having it now, and Rhagaevor had enough gold to pay for a whole week with that man, and if he could, he would. Rhagaevor intended to pay for a night with the other man at the very least.

"I'll take that one."

Rhagaevor huffed to the brothel master. Making his way towards the boy-whore before the brother master could respond. Rhagaevor grabbed the other man by the arm and began to drag him into a room.

"You're a pretty boy."

Rhagaevor commented with a small groan as he got an even better look at the boy-whore. Rhagaevor licked his lips and slammed the door behind the two of them. Rhagaevor had never bedded another man before, nor had he wanted to, until now. And he intended to enjoy it to the fullest.