“Clearly!” He spat, not in the mood to deal with such sarcastic remarks at this hour of the night. The anger, though, was not held for long as he threw his hands in the air from dismay. “It is just…I do not know what to do with the manhood!” This remark seemed to shock the other just slightly, as his frown faltered for a moment into a true one. Leonardo didn’t notice and continued his rant. “One of smaller proportion is traditional, yes, but I do not find that it would suit him.” He said, referring to the statue. “Of course, if I do anything bigger he shall be called barbaric by my peers and patrons. Bigger shows less class, less manner—bah! Preposterous!” Calming, he sighed. “It does not matter much. My assistances are not of the right body structure to model and I have not a fresh corpse in days. Ezio—“ Blue eyes widened, the sparking in the dim candle light as a new found life ignited in them.
Whirling to face La Volpe, he smiled, with only the slightest bit of insanity as he grinned up at the older man. “By any chance, are you busy? An hour or two to spare?”
The man shrugged; cape and robes ruffling around him. “No. The night is calm and I come here purely out of boredom.”
“Excellent!” Leonardo clapped, rising from his chair. “I believe Ezio would be a better fit, though he is still out of the city, but would you mind modeling for me? It would help greatly and may even allow me to sleep without this cursed sculpture haunting me all night!”
La Volpe smiled, already moving in front of the statue, pulling down his hood. “Ah, anything for a friend.” Already, he started undressing. It took a minute or two as he pulled his boots free and undid all the buckles and ties that held his clothing together until, finally he stood naked in the middle of the floor, hands on his hips. “And now, what pose would you like me to take?”
“Similar to the statue, if you will. Just bend yours legs, Angle yours arms and shoulders as if you were—“ As the elder undressed, Leonardo had been busy with his back turned, collecting his tools once more, which had traveled farther then he thought. Now, as he turned, his eyes went wide and the words in his throat caught. The air escaped his lungs as he stared down at the body of La Volpe.
The man’s face held wrinkles from age, though his body was still toned and sharpened into a deadly weapon. Marred by many battles, it wasn’t the scars that caught Leonardo’s eyes but what hung between his legs.
A monster (as the simple word ‘penis’ would not do this appendage justice) dangled bare and bold to Leonardo’s eyes. The length and girth measured greater then any he had seen before, and that was just by his own eyes. How Gilberto could keep such a thing hidden so well in those tight pants of his had to be a miracle all in itself. Dear God, how that man could even run with it between his legs!
“Like what you see, Maestro?”
----- A/N: Fun fact! Most of the classical sculptures of Greece and Rome did have small penises (peni?) because they thought it was of barbaric nature to have a big dick.
Re: Size Matters [2/?]
Whirling to face La Volpe, he smiled, with only the slightest bit of insanity as he grinned up at the older man. “By any chance, are you busy? An hour or two to spare?”
The man shrugged; cape and robes ruffling around him. “No. The night is calm and I come here purely out of boredom.”
“Excellent!” Leonardo clapped, rising from his chair. “I believe Ezio would be a better fit, though he is still out of the city, but would you mind modeling for me? It would help greatly and may even allow me to sleep without this cursed sculpture haunting me all night!”
La Volpe smiled, already moving in front of the statue, pulling down his hood. “Ah, anything for a friend.” Already, he started undressing. It took a minute or two as he pulled his boots free and undid all the buckles and ties that held his clothing together until, finally he stood naked in the middle of the floor, hands on his hips. “And now, what pose would you like me to take?”
“Similar to the statue, if you will. Just bend yours legs, Angle yours arms and shoulders as if you were—“ As the elder undressed, Leonardo had been busy with his back turned, collecting his tools once more, which had traveled farther then he thought. Now, as he turned, his eyes went wide and the words in his throat caught. The air escaped his lungs as he stared down at the body of La Volpe.
The man’s face held wrinkles from age, though his body was still toned and sharpened into a deadly weapon. Marred by many battles, it wasn’t the scars that caught Leonardo’s eyes but what hung between his legs.
A monster (as the simple word ‘penis’ would not do this appendage justice) dangled bare and bold to Leonardo’s eyes. The length and girth measured greater then any he had seen before, and that was just by his own eyes. How Gilberto could keep such a thing hidden so well in those tight pants of his had to be a miracle all in itself. Dear God, how that man could even run with it between his legs!
“Like what you see, Maestro?”
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A/N: Fun fact! Most of the classical sculptures of Greece and Rome did have small penises (peni?) because they thought it was of barbaric nature to have a big dick.