Today, Christian Wilde decrees that Miles Fallon will address him as ‘Sir,’ and Miles, eager to please, is set on proving he’s a ‘good boy.’ Christian reminds him with a smirk that such titles must be earned. Miles kneels, presenting himself, as Christian, dressed entirely in leather, administers the crop to his behind. “This isn’t about you,” Christian asserts in a low voice. A gloved finger explores Miles before being placed on his tongue.
“Taste yourself,” Christian commands, and Miles complies, anticipating what’s next. Christian’s hand skillfully brings Miles to the brink. “Don’t come yet,” he warns sharply. “You’ll be begging for release soon.” He teases Miles with his tongue, eliciting a whimper before pressing Miles’ face into his leather-clad crotch. “I just want to be your good little plaything,” Miles says breathlessly, and Christian chuckles darkly. “Good boy,” Christian murmurs, thrusting deeply into Miles’ throat. The flogger follows, striking Miles’ back as his face is relentlessly used. When Miles is finally allowed to stand, he’s restrained with leather straps, enduring each blow with suppressed moans.
Eventually, he’s suspended above the bed by ropes, exposed and quivering. Christian doesn’t go easy—he teasingly uses a zapper before entering him, pushing Miles to his limits. Nipple clamps add to the intensity, keeping Miles on edge as Christian thrusts with precision. When it’s over, Christian releases him just in time to cover his face with cum. “Now that,” Christian declares with a satisfied smile, “is how you earn your title.”
