He knew exactly what he was there for. No eye contact. No speaking. Just silence and obedience. We draped our trousers over him like a coat rack. Rested our feet on his back like a stool. Then Ethan sat on him — full weight — while I dropped to my knees and sucked his cock. He didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Just held steady, exactly how we trained him. At the end, we used him as a table… and left him soaked. He’s not a man to us. He’s a thing. A function. A surface for our pleasure.

Watch as myself, @ethanchasexxx and @edward-terrant navigate this balance of power, projection and intimacy.