Always the same impossible control.And I kept obeying.I showed up every morning, on time, eager, hoping to please.But all he ever said at the end was: “Same time tomorrow.”I’d walk out dizzy. His cock in my mouth. Gay porn I watched the curve of his spine as he reached overhead, muscles rolling smooth under skin. Sweat rolled off him and hit my face in little drops. My face was flushed, lips swollen, body burning. My thighs trembled. Hold until I tell you to shift.”I swallowed, tugged my shorts back in place, and moved. My throat tightened.I stared up at him, still stroking, heart pounding.I didn’t want it to happen like this.I wanted—God, I wanted something real. No nod. My lips parted. No lingering stare at the towel on the floor.Just training.I tried to breathe evenly. Mornings of training. At all. But I wasn’t. Just: start.I rolled my shoulders out, still watching him for a second before moving to the edge of the mat. Like torment.He stopped in front of me, tilted his head slightly.“You’re still not improving.”I blinked up at him, dazed. Planks, leg lifts, core holds, inverted positions that brought my face far too close to his ass.
