"Go into town with me." Calder said as he reached upwards and gently touched Lady Syria's face. "YOU PERVERT!" Lady Syria cried out as she slapped him across the face.
Calder fell back and Lady Syria found her chance to escape. She jumped out of the swing and winced. She looked down at Calder and gave him a disdain filled glare.
Calder was dumbstruck as he looked at Lady Syria. Now that she was standing tall and the sky acted as her backdrop, Calder found himself holding his breath. The sun was making her golden brown hair look more vibrant, more lustrous, making her look more captivating. The sensation in Calder's pants was starting to get stringer.
Lady Syria then turned around as she picked up her dress. "Wait." Calder whispered passionately as he stretched out his hand but he couldn't stop her. Lady Syria dashed forward, leaving her one shoe behind. Calder didn't know what happened.
He slowly got up and felt an uncomfortable pulsing sensation against his pants. He looked down and cursed, when he lived as Taki and had this kind of problem, it was less noticeable with his type of clothes but as Calder.... "Why do we have to wear such tight pants?!" Calder complained to himself.
He raised his head and looked around. No one was insight. He tried to reach into his pants to adjust himself but it didn't work. "Seriously why?!" Calder cursed even louder. His hands were too big to slip into his pants.
He quickly unbuttoned the buttons then adjusted himself by gently lifting his member upwards and pinning it against his waist. The tip poked the top of his belly button and Calder felt slightly proud of himself as he buttoned up his pants.
When he finished he spotted Lady Syria's silver shoe. He bent down and instantly regretted the action. His member was making itself known. Calder grabbed the shoe and ran back to his room.
The moment Calder was safely inside he placed Lady Syria's shoe on his bedside dresser and started to unbutton his pants again. "Why-are-these-so-tiny?!" Calder growled as his finger fumbled with the buttons.
"Finally!" He shouted as he placed his hand over his elongated member. His heart started to pound against his chest as he sat on his bed. "I can't believe I'm doing this." He muttered as he started to stroke himself but then he quickly pulled his hand away.
Calder looked at his hand and saw how heavily calloused it was. He looked around the room and groaned when he remembered that there wasn't any lotion. He looked towards the ensuite. He ripped off his clothes and rushed in. When he made it inside he groaned. It was a giant bath tub, it would take forever for the water to fill up enough.
Calder looked around the bathroom and found bathing oils. He poured a considerable amount into his hands. It felt cool and smelled strongly of peppermint but he didn't care. He grabbed himself and started to stroke.
Calder's eyes grew wide as a burning sensation shot up his body. He let go of his member and rushed towards the bath tub. He jumped in and turned on the water. The moment the water rushed out he started to rinse his lower member.
Once the cooling sensation started to subside, Calder sighed. He looked down and saw that his member was still holding strong, it didn't seem discouraged or willing to die even after it went through such a trauma. Calder started to stroke himself again as water poured over him. It felt fantastic, he never felt so alive, he continued the motion over and over again.
Calder closed his eyes as his breathing picked up. He remembered how Lady Syria bit her lower lip, how her ankle laid in his hands and how smooth her skin felt under his touch. With a shudder Calder released. He then slumped forward, panting as he moved his hand away from his member. The water kept running and he smiled for forgetting to plug the tub. The water made it easier for the evidence to wash away instead of pooling in the water.
Calder shut off the water and climbed out of the bathtub. He grabbed a towel and wrapped his lower body. He walked into the room and started to get dressed again. When he went to grab his pants he hesitated. He instead walked toward his dresser and started to sift through his collection of pants instead. He then scowled. 90% of his pants were cotton and with those stupid buttons that sat at each side of the front panel.
He didn't want these pants. The last two pairs of pants he had were riding pants. They had one button and a zipper but he needed to wear suspenders with them as they didn't stay up properly due to the lack of elasticity in the waist. Calder grabbed the ridding pants and pulled them on. He then grabbed the suspenders and tried them on.
It was useless. His body was too broad and tall for the suspenders. He ripped them off and looked around the room. He spotted a belt that tied his coat and pulled it off. He then slipped it through the notches that were meant for the suspenders. Now that his pants were on, Calder moved to his other pants and grabbed them one by one. "I don't want these." He said as he ripped them apart. After a while he stood in the middle of a fabric massacre.
Feeling better Calder turned to the single shoe sitting on his bedside dresser. He gulped as he stared and felt his body itch again. He approached the shoe and reached out. He felt the smooth fabric under the tips of his fingers. Calder's eyes opened wide as he quickly looked down again. At least the riding trouser weren't making it painfully obvious that he had a bulge but at the same time, his passion was turned on again.
"Enough is enough!" Calder shouted as he adjusted himself. He then grabbed the shoe and stormed out of his room.
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