“Little Jack Armstrong, the shy, stuttering freshman, wants to be dominated, wants to be humiliated. Gay porn And as he pushed himself harder, his tongue working frantically at the boot, his voice ragged as he begged the cadet to let him worship it, to let him prove his worth, he knew that he was about to cross a new line, a line from which there would be no turning back.As the final cadet’s boot shone with Jack’s spit, Paxton’s voice cut through the laughter of the crowd, a note of approval in his tone. “Exactly, Jack,” he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He had never heard Paxton utter those words, had never felt the senior cadet’s love, his devotion. Show me just how much you can take, just how far you’re willing to go to please me, to prove your worth.” Jack’s body trembled, his mind screaming in protest, but his voice was ragged, desperate as he begged, as he pleaded for more, for Paxton to grind his boot harder, to bring him closer to the edge, to make him truly understand the power, the pleasure, the twisted, depraved ecstasy that only a senior cadet’s boot could provide. You’re mine to use, to humiliate, to dominate.
