In the dimly lit, sterile military quarters, Matteo Selletti, a tower of muscle and discipline, is bound to a chair, his sculpted abs glistening with sweat. His priapism, a rigid, pulsating testament to his arousal, strains against his fatigues. The sound of heels clicking on the cold floor announces his domme's arrival. She circles him, her gloved hand tracing the lines of his flexing muscles, the anticipation building as she prepares to unleash the beast within.