I had him come to an underground parking, late. Few cars. Cold lighting. Echoes.
He was waiting near the pillar, as instructed. When I arrived, he stepped forward and kissed my hand. Eyes lowered.
I said nothing. I made him kneel between two cars.
“Naked. Now.”
He obeyed. The concrete was cold under his knees. I remained standing, cap pulled low, latex shining under the neon lights.
I looked at him for a long time. Then I placed my foot on his cock.
“You make no sound. If anyone passes, you stay exactly like this.”
I played with him. Slowly. First with my foot. Then with the crop. Each stroke echoed lightly.
At one point, footsteps sounded in the distance. I stopped. He did not move.
When silence returned, I continued.
When I decided it was over, I simply stepped away.
“Get dressed. Wait for my signal. You leave first.”
He obeyed.
That evening, the parking lot was only a setting. The real control was in the risk… and in the fact that he remained on his knees despite everything.
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