Glancing behind him and winking a dark eye at Trenton, Marcus walked up and stood over the lounger in which the boy was seated, gazing down at every inch of exposed flesh the boy had to offer. All smooth skin over lithe muscles, the young man would no doubt be a lovely sight, strapped to a St. Andrew's cross and his back decorated with pink stripes from a leather flogger, a nice shiny plug peaking out from between two supple ass cheeks...but all in good time.<br/><br/>Marcus took another sip of his drink, and licked his lips. The cigar smoldered in his other hand, between two long fingers and his towel hung low on his hips, doing nothing to disguise the impressive bulge underneath. "So..what are you looking for?" He asked, wondering if the boy even knew himself. With other men, such niceties as questions weren't even needed; all that was required was a look and a nod before getting down to the business of fucking or sucking or whatever the two parties had in mind. But this boy was definitely unaware of how the game was played, and Marcus knew a little education was in order.