Another Course from the Master

Tyler shows up ready. Master David has the ropes out, the paddle, the belt. He doesn’t waste time. He puts Tyler on his knees first, wrists bound behind his back, then orders him to get Gia wet. She’s already talking—says she wants it hard, wants it fast. Tyler doesn’t need orders twice. He leans in, takes her in his mouth, works her open while David stands over them both. David watches, arms crossed, letting the tension build. When he’s satisfied, he pulls Tyler up by the rope, spins him around, and starts laying down the first strokes with the paddle. The sound fills the room. Tyler grits his teeth, breathes through it, cock hard against his stomach. David ties him tighter, loops the rope around his chest, cinches it so every move pulls. Gia watches from the bed, legs open, eyes locked on Tyler. David switches to the belt for a few sharp cracks, then drops it. He shoves Tyler forward, face between Gia’s thighs again. “Keep her ready,” he says. Tyler doesn’t stop. He licks and sucks while David works the ropes tighter around his arms. When David finally frees Tyler’s hands, he pushes him onto the bed and lines him up behind Gia. No hesitation. Tyler slides in raw, deep, and starts moving like he was told—hard, fast, the way she begged for. David stands close, watching every thrust, correcting the angle with a hand on Tyler’s hip. Tyler’s breathing ragged, sweat running down his back, muscles straining against what’s left of the ropes. David doesn’t let up. He keeps them moving, keeps the pressure on, until Tyler’s shaking and Gia’s moaning loud enough to shake the walls. Just another lesson. Just another day.