The King’s Men by Christian Fall (aka Mark Gatiss)
Also known as the worst, most purple gay porn you will ever read in your life.
No, really.
Chapter One
The tall figure in the half-mask made an elaborate bow and the audience, assembled in a cold huddle before him, gave a perfunctory clap.
Behind the mask, coal-black eyes watched the crowd with ill-disguised distaste.
“It is a tragedy,” he announced, placing a hand to his brow, palm outwards. “I shall never again know the life of pleasure I have so enjoyed.” The voice was low and rich with a faint Spanish accent. “I am condemned to an…” He gave a huge theatrical shudder. “…An ordinary life!”
The crowd laughed in response and a fat young man in the front row called, “You should give it a try, mate!”
The figure on the stage, who was dressed in an elaborate but faded Harlequin costume, sighed and put his hands on his hips. The costume clung tightly to the wiry contours of his supple body, to the bones of his hips and the hard, flat pads of his chest muscles.
“Simpletons,” he hissed out of the corner of his mouth.
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