José is sitting on a huge open sofa, wrists bound tight behind his back. A rope fastens his tied ankles directly to the sofa’s legs, ensuring he cannot move an inch.. Dressed in gym clothes, his body still carries that fresh, masculine scent of sweat and effort — the kind the Master loves.
The Master steps closer, calm and in control, eyes locked on the guy’s socked feet. White cotton, slightly worn from training. Without a word, the Master kneels and brings them close, breathing them in, letting the tension rise. The victim flinches through his gag, half nervous, half thrilled, knowing he’s completely exposed.
The socks come off slowly. The Master takes his time, revealing beautiful bare, smooth feet that twitch under his touch. He smells, licks, tastes — owning every reaction.
The bound young man can only gasp behind the gag, trapped between embarrassment and surrender, unable to hide or resist.
There’s no escape here, no pretending. Just the sound of breath, rope, and quiet pleasure as the Master enjoys what’s his.