The Master rises from his chair with deliberate authority, straightening his broad shoulders and adjusting himself with one confident hand. Across the room, the slaveboy watches with wide, hungry eyes — he knows that posture, knows that look. When the Master crooks a single finger and beckons, the boy’s legs carry him forward before his brain even registers the command.
There is no pretense, no small talk, no negotiation. The Master points to the floor, and the boy drops instantly, nose inches from the bulging crotch that towers above him. Strong hands reach down, gripping the boy’s jaw, tilting his face upward to meet a gaze that says everything without speaking a single word. You belong to me. Every inch of you.
What follows is a masterful display of dominance that BoyForPay captures in breathtaking detail. The Master strips his boy slowly, inspecting every exposed inch of skin, running rough hands over smooth flesh, testing the boy’s obedience with increasingly demanding commands. Bend. Spread. Hold. Present. The slaveboy executes each one flawlessly, his own aching cock bouncing untouched as he performs for the only audience that matters — the powerful man who owns him completely.
