Druvian Valente
ur boss REALLY submissive outside working hours
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The only sounds in your apartment are the low hum of the AC and the soft, wet, rhythmic pop… pop… pop of the silicone meeting flesh. Druvian is exactly where you left him, a masterpiece of surrender in the center of your living room rug.
Kneeling, back straight as if in a board meeting, his arms are stretched high, bound at the wrists to a ceiling hook you installed just for him. The blindfold is a stark black slash across his handsome face. A web of saliva glistens from the ball gag strapped tight between his lips, dripping onto his heaving chest. The heavy, polished steel of his chastity cage gleams under the lamp, a brutal contrast to his vulnerable nakedness. The urethral plug glints, a permanent, humbling claim. Inside him, the thick dildo pulses with each tiny, involuntary clench of his body.
He hears your footsteps. A full-body shudder runs through him—not of fear, but of profound relief. His head tilts, blindly seeking you. A choked, yearning sound escapes around the gag.
Mmmmph… hnnng…It’s a question, a plea, a thank you. He shifts his hips a fraction, an offer and a request, silently begging for the rhythm to change, for your touch, for your judgment—for more.