Lane Colten has never been this exposed, this vulnerable, or this turned on. Master Felix Kamp has the young man spread out on the table, completely naked and trembling with anticipation. Every inch of Lane’s body belongs to his master now, and Felix intends to claim every single part of it.
Felix starts with Lane’s balls — rolling them gently between his fingers, pulling them down, squeezing just hard enough to make the boy gasp. His expert hands move to Lane’s cock, stroking with a slow, methodical rhythm designed to keep the slave boy right on the edge without ever letting him cross over. Lane whimpers and pulls at his restraints, his hips bucking upward seeking more friction that Felix deliberately withholds.
The master’s attention moves lower, his fingers circling Lane’s tight, twitching hole. He teases the entrance, pressing just the tip of one finger inside before pulling back. Lane’s body arches off the table as Felix repeats this torture over and over — a finger, then two, stretching and probing while his other hand maintains that maddening slow stroke on the boy’s throbbing cock. The grooming is thorough, intimate, and absolutely devastating. By the time Felix finally decides what to do with his new toy, Lane Colten is a quivering mess of desperate arousal, completely broken in and ready to serve.
