Canyon Cole, in his simple t-shirt and socks, feels the weight of his desires. Tristan Jaxx's authority looms, a tall, toned figure of temptation. As Cole's hand finds its way to his small, smooth ass, he pictures Jaxx's veiny cock, a forbidden fruit he yearns to taste. His submissive nature cries out for the promised rites, the spanking, the rimming, a sinful tease that would push him over the edge of his self-imposed virtue.