👛 The Rent

Who ever needs money anymore and what's hidden in that pouch of family jewels in Thaddeus' other pics? Today we'll find the answers to both of these questions at once!! 😜

Hot Medieval Times...
Year 2201 BJ...

Thaddeus stepped into his freshly acquired room for the night, a cozy stone chamber aglow with the dancing flames of a crackling fire. A seasoned barkeep with a hearty brogue eyed his bare, pocketless thighs skeptically.

"Yer room, Thaddeus!" he pointed out. "But I'd like me silver up front..."

Thaddeus raised an eyebrow. "Aren't ye a bartender for nothing? I'm sure we could arrange a tender barter~ I'm not a wee nipper, you know, but when it comes to suckin', I'm all in!"

The barkeep laughed, a deep rumble that seemed to shake the very walls of the inn.

"Oy, me ol' boi, I reckon we kin... cum t' an agreement, if ye will. But ye better serve yerself sum spunk quick, I ain't gonna stand here wit me dangly dong out all night, I've got patrons a-waiting their turn at the bar!"

"Verily, sir," Thaddeus said with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I be sure ye'll enjoy a delightful appeteaser to stir thine dangly ding into a state of readiness!"

Thaddeus had always been a charming fellow. He knew it, and everyone else did too. From a young age he had learned how to use his charms to get what he wanted – a playful grin would buy an extra cookie and a free glass of milk from the corner store.

But the real power came after he turned 18, when he discovered a whole new secret weapon that could make even the most stoic of men drop to their knees.

He grinned and unfastened his crotch pouch; the amount of fresh meat contained within the tight confines took the bartender's breath away! The tip of Thaddeus' big femboy cock was almost touching his belly button – and he knew exactly what to do with it.

His hips began to sway slowly, seductively, as he reached down and stroked his own cock with a firm grip. He closed his eyes and groaned softly, lost in the pleasure of his own touch. The bartender couldn't help but stare, mesmerized by the sight of Thaddeus' smooth, taut body moving in such a sensuous manner.

The bartender swallowed hard, his eyes glued to Thaddeus' bare curves below that incredible waist choker. His cock twitched in his breeches at the sight of the young man's amplified roundness that even a noble lass would envy.

Thaddeus' full, velvety lips curled into a knowing smile and his hand reached down, gently wrapping around the bartender's stiffening cock through his pants.

"Let's make a deal," Thaddeus purred. "Ye pour me a free pint o' that fine ale ye've got on tap... and yet can take yer pick of my treasures, right 'ere!" Thaddeus wiggled his hips and the bartender's eyes widened at the sight.

"You drive a hard bargain, lad," the bartender said with a chuckle. "But I reckon yer offer is too good to refuse. A pint o' ale and a room for the night, in exchange for yer... favors."

Thaddeus smiled and nodded. "Agreed, ye old fella!" The femboy and the man took each other's cocks and shook them firmly with a satisfied grin.

Thaddeus moved with a practiced grace, squatting down before the bartender and wrapping his mouth around the older man's cock. The bartender groaned, his eyes rolling back as Thaddeus bobbed his head up and down with a wet slurping sound. Nobody could beat him at the game of giving head; he knew that much.

The bartender's hand moved to Thaddeus' dark wavy hair, tugging gently as he thrust his hips forward, plunging himself a foot deep into Thaddeus' throat.

Thaddeus took it all, never breaking eye contact with the bartender. He felt the muscles in his throat work their magic, making sure that the bulge on his neck reached all the way to the base on every thrust.

If anyone could turn a limp dick into a fountain of cum in under a minute, it was Thaddeus, more experienced in that art than most men twice his age. And all that thanks to his tight belt, an accessory which had proved invaluable time and again, preserving his body's youthful vigour and the looks of a young man who just turned 18, though he was in his late 20s as he had to prove time and again just to get a simple pint at the pub.

"You gotta grow some pubes before entering my pub, son!" It started the same way every time, but look at them after a proper introduction! Thaddeus mentally tugged his belt tighter as he swallowed a mouthful of the bartender's finest.

The bartender pulled out with a wet pop, his eyes wide and his breath short. Thaddeus grinned mischievously, cum trickling down his chin. He wiped it off with the back of his hand, then licked his paw like a naughty cat boy.

"By all that be holy, that was a fine piece o' sausage, ye ol' goat!" Thaddeus purred playfully.

"Aye, grilled to perfection, I'd say 'twas!" the bartender replied with a hearty laugh. "I din' spill me seed so quick in the day I first laid wit a lass!"

"Mayhaps I'll be settlin' in for a week or two then, if ye don't mind!" Thaddeus said with a wink. "I'm a right glutton fer meat!"

"Be me guest, lad!" the barkeep cackled. "But let's not forget about yer bargain – pull up yer wee thong and show off them curves downstairs for a pint o' me finest!"

Thaddeus chuckled, having already tasted what he thought was the bartender's finest but didn't mind a drink to wash down the taste of his victory.