(A Silver and Zero production) Plaything

[TempZero]

The Master kissed Tal for a few seconds, before pulling back. "We need to complete your image," he said, and began to mumble some unknown dialect. A bad suddenly appeared in his hand, and he ordered Tal to sit on his lap. The Master opened the bag, and pulled out red lipstick, and other make up equipment. The Orc had watched his slaves do this before, so he knew well enough how to apply it. "Hold still," he ordered, putting lipstick and various girl make up onto the boy.

When he was done, if someone were to see Tal's face, they would assume he was a drop dead girl. "There...Very good, slut. Now, kiss me again, more passionatly this time. And rub your ass against my cock," he commanded, motioning down at his erect cock.