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They glared at each other, and Mycaela felt small, like a twig caught in the branches of a mighty tree. But now he was forced to really look at the juggler, whose bare chest was in his face. The man was wearing nothing except a pair of very colorful, very tight leggings. They clung to his bulge and his buttocks, and he was built like a stallion, lean and taunt and powerful. Mycaela bit his lip, willing himself not to awaken.
The juggler noticed the prince’s silent struggle and blinked in surprise. “Your majesty . . .!”
“Release me!” Mycaela commanded and twisted to get free. The juggler held on, and when Mycaela looked in his eyes, it was to find them hooded with lust as he watched the prince twisting and bucking in his tight pants.
Mycaela scowled. “I said let go!”
The juggler swallowed hard and his large hand released the prince’s wrist. Mycaela staggered back, rubbing his wrist and looking sullen, even though his wrist didn’t hurt at all. “How dare you!” he cried again. “Do you understand I could have you whipped?”
“You would do that, wouldn’t you? You need someone to bend you over and tame you, that’s what you need,” said the juggler bitterly, and Mycaela stared at him, appalled.