Crave the shadows where pain and pleasure collide. Plunge into that abyss. A dimly lit dungeon that reeks of anticipation and fear. My submissive kneels before me with a stoic face, muscles taut, refusing to complain. Kneeling naked on cold concrete, my boots pressing his face into the wet floor. He worships my soles like the fucking altar they are - tongue dragging slow, desperate, obedient. No sound escapes him, even as I piss, marking him as mine. That stoic silence? It only makes me crueler. The flogger cracks against his back, crimson lines blooming as he shudders. Still no complaints. Just that hollow, hungry stare. When I shove his legs apart, his hole's already gaping - slick and used, dripping with another man's cum. I don't ask. I don't warn. My cock rams deep, raw and unrelenting, fucking the shame deeper with every thrust. He takes it like he was built for it: spine arched, fists clenched, breath hissing through gritted teeth.