Kneeling on the cold gym floor, the slave's eyes never leave his master's crotch, his tongue darting out to lick his lips in anticipation. The master, in full leather regalia, strokes his already stiffening cock through the leather, the rasp of the material against his sensitive flesh sending shivers down his spine. The slave's pleas grow more insistent, his voice a whine of need as he begs for his master's bare cock to fill him, to use him, to make him the good boy he yearns to be. The master, his voice a low growl, promises to give his slave exactly what he's begging for, and so much more.