In a dimly lit room, Szandor stands, his body glistening with sweat, his cock hard and eager. His master's voice echoes in his ear, a constant stream of degrading commands. "Stroke that pathetic cock, slave," the voice hisses, and Szandor obeys, his hand moving up and down his shaft, his breathing ragged. The master orders him to humiliate himself, to talk dirty, to cum on command. Szandor's body responds, his cock pulsing as he cums, his body shaking with the force of his release. He swallows his own load, his eyes filled with tears of shame and satisfaction.