When Marcel woke up the next day he still felt tired. His ass was sore when he sat on it. He looked down and noticed the really soft and a little oversized pajamas that he definitely does not own.
It smelt wonderful though. But the more he sniffed in the scent the more he realized that this smelt very familiar. And very quickly everything from last night came back to him.
The king had given him his first punishment as a slave and he must have passed out from it after like an i***t. Did he dress me after? Or did he get someone else to do it? He thought of all the possibilities of what could have happened after he had fallen asleep. The worst being he was r***d in his sleep. But he didn't feel any soreness in that area. Just his cheeks. Maybe he was still untouched.
Right then his alarm w
