Master's grip on the initiate's hair tightens as he thrusts deep, hitting the back of the throat, eliciting guttural moans. The room echoes with the wet, sloppy sounds of servitude as the initiate's nose presses against Master's abdomen, struggling to breathe. Master's commands are firm yet laced with praise, "Relax your throat, take it like a good boy," as he fucks the initiate's face, leaving them gasping for air between thrusts. The lesson intensifies, Master's hips bucking wildly, the apprentice's mouth a willing, well-used vessel.