The Master, a towering figure in head-to-hock rubber, surveys his domain, a circle of naked, eager boys awaiting his touch. He snaps his fingers, and the boys spring into action, lubing up their hands and each other. The room is a symphony of flesh on flesh, the boys moaning as they fist each other, their hands disappearing into tight holes, their faces buried in throbbing cocks. The Master watches, his own cock throbbing in his latex jockstrap, until he can't take it anymore. He selects a boy, pushing him to the ground and straddling his face, forcing his cock down the boy's throat. The boy gags, but The Master doesn't stop, fucking the boy's face until he cums, his load dripping down the boy's chin.