Slavebc, collared and bound, kneels before Mister J, his hands secured behind his back, palms facing up. Drool drips from his open mouth, tracing a glistening path down his chin and onto his naked chest. Mister J, clad in black leather, grips Slavebc's nipple piercings, twisting them roughly as he commands his servant to pleasure him. Slavebc's tongue laps at Mister J's throbbing cock, his bound hands clumsily stroking it to a slippery, saliva-slicked hardness. Mister J's grunts of approval echo through the dimly lit room as Slavebc's hands work furiously, earning him a torrent of cum across his chest.