The air in Felix Fathom's lavish bedroom crackled with tension, thick with the scent of leather and anticipation. Alex knelt on the plush rug, wrists already bound behind his back with rough hemp rope that bit deliciously into his skin. Felix stood over him, a smirk playing on his lips, his eyes dark with possessive hunger.

"Look at you," Felix purred, his voice a low rumble. "My pretty little sub, all trussed up and ready." He circled Alex, the sound of his boots on the hardwood a commanding tap-tap-tap. With a sudden move, he fisted a hand in Alex's hair, yanking his head back to expose the vulnerable column of his throat. "You're gonna take everything I give you tonight."

Felix's free hand trailed down Alex's chest, pinching a nipple through the thin fabric of his shirt, making Alex gasp. The intention was clear: to overwhelm, to claim. He peeled the shirt off, then worked on Alex's pants, pulling them down to his ankles. Alex's cock, already hard and leaking pre-cum, sprang free. Felix gave it a rough, almost casual stroke, his thumb smearing the wetness over the head. "Eager, aren't we?"

The real game began with the oral. Felix pushed Alex forward until his face was level with Felix's bulge. "Open up," he commanded, unzipping his own trousers. His thick, uncut dick slapped against Alex's lips. "Suck it. Make it nice and wet for your ass."

Alex obeyed, taking the length into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the crown, tasting the salty pre-cum. Felix fucked his