King Calvin's feet are a temple, and King Mark is its devoted acolyte. He lavishes them with kisses, tracing the arch with his tongue, before Calvin's soles grind into Mark's face, leaving him gasping. Mark's domination intensifies, subjecting Calvin's balls to a relentless onslaught of pressure. Calvin's cries fill the dungeon as he's pushed to the brink, his chastity device a cruel reminder of his submission.