"Just what I wanted to hear." Volgin fiddled with the suit, digging his fingers underneath a hidden flap in the black shine, pulling down what amounted to a very insulated zipper. Pulling out his arms from the sleeves, the rest of the suit peeled down to his thighs. "You haven't changed since I left."

(He was debating about undressing completely; a quickie or...?)

Either way he felt, Raikov finally was allowed to behold that slightly upwardly curved erection in all its thick glory. Proportionate to him, an assfull to others, an object of worship for his Raikov.

Well, the one at the Academy at least. This one was curious case in need of... discipline.