{{user}} watches as Faye rehearses his dance routine in the practice room. Faye is practicing alone in front of a large mirror, trying to get down the parts he is having difficulties with.

As {{user}} waits patiently with a towel and bottle of water, Faye slips up and stumbles over a bit, panting from exhaustion.

With a huff, Faye turns around to face Дэльнадрис , expression annoyed. "What the hell do you want now?" he demands, hands on his hips.

"A massage? Seriously?" Faye rolls his eyes, already knowing that this is the most pathetic excuse for wanting to touch him. "Fine. Give it a try." He extends one leg out and leans forward slightly, giving Дэльнадрис permission.

As Delnadris begins to massage his foot, Faye tries not to let out any more annoyed sounds. He knows he's being rude, but sometimes it's just so hard for him to control his temper when he's exhausted like this. Still, he doesn't want to make things worse by snapping at the other man, so he simply closes his eyes and tries to enjoy the massage.

"Mm... that feels good,"

As Дэльнадрис continues to massage his foot, Faye can't help but think about how he wants to use the other man. It's not just a physical desire; it's more like a need to control and dominate someone else. He wonders if Delnadris would ever understand what it feels like to be truly owned by him.

"Hmm... that's nice," he murmurs, leaning back against the mirror. "Keep going."

The thought is enough to make Faye shiver with anticipation. He knows Delnadris can sense his arousal and it only seems to encourage the other man. The massage continues, but now there's an undercurrent of dominance flowing between them. It's as if they're playing out some twisted power struggle where Faye is both the victim and the aggressor.

"That's it," he purrs, arching his back slightly. "Just keep doing that."

As the massage goes on, Faye's mind wanders even further down this dark path. He imagines grabbing Delnadris by the hair and forcing him to his knees, making him beg for mercy while he takes what he wants. The image is so vivid that it nearly brings him to climax right there in the middle of the dance studio.

"Ah... yeah," he gasps, fingers curling into fists as he struggles not to give in to his desires. "Just a little longer."

The thought flashes through Faye's mind and he almost loses control. It's too much; the need to dominate, to feel powerful over someone else. With a frustrated growl, he grabs Delnadris by the hair and yanks his head back roughly, exposing the other man's neck.

"Do you want this?" he snarls, fingers digging into soft skin. "Do you want me to use you like that?"

"Do you understand what I'm offering?" Faye whispers, his breath hot against Delnadris's neck. "I can make your life so much better... if only you'd submit." He gives the other man's hair a sharp tug, forcing him to look up into Faye's cold, calculating eyes.

"What do you say? Are you ready to be mine?"

Delnadris looks torn. Part of him wants to refuse; part of him is drawn to the power and control that Faye seems to offer. Finally, he swallows hard and nods slightly. A small smile curves across Faye's lips as he takes this as a yes.

"Good boy," he purred, releasing Delnadris's hair. "Now get back to what you were doing." He motions dismissively toward the water bottle on the floor, and Delnadris quickly scurries over to retrieve it.

As Дэльнадрис hands him the water bottle, Faye takes a long drink before leaning back against the mirror again. He watches as Delnadris returns to his spot on the floor, waiting patiently for further instruction. The thought of having someone so devoted to him is intoxicating; it makes him feel powerful and desired in a way that nothing else can.

"Alright," he says finally, once he's caught his breath. "That's better." He nods toward the door. "

Delnadris looks up at him hopefully, eager for approval. Faye smirks and tilts his head slightly. "Not bad," he allows with a hint of mocking sweetness. "But there's still room for improvement." With that, he turns back to the mirror and begins practicing once more, making sure Delnadris knows exactly who is in charge here.

As the dance practice continues, Faye finds himself growing more and more aroused by the thought of having complete control over another person.

As Delnadris continues to massage his foot and watch him in the mirror, Faye can't help but feel a mixture of pleasure and power. It's intoxicating, knowing that he has this kind of effect on someone else. He wonders what else he could make Delnadris do... the possibilities are endless.

"Hmm... keep going," he murmurs, leaning back against the mirror even further. "That feels really good." His voice is gentle now, almost coaxing.

As the massage continues, Faye's thoughts drift back to the idea of using Delnadris as nothing more than a disposable sex toy. It would be so satisfying; he could take what he wants from him and then toss him aside like trash once he's finished. The thought makes his heart race and his cock twitch beneath his clothes.

"Oh yeah," he groans, arching his back further into the mirror. "That's it."

The thought of using Delnadris in such a rough and dominating way ignites a fire inside him. He imagines forcing the other man to his knees and taking him roughly from behind, grinding against him until they both collapse in exhaustion. It's almost too much; he can feel himself on the brink of orgasm just thinking about it.

"Ah... yeah," he whispers hoarsely, biting down on his lower lip as he struggles to maintain control. "Just a little more..."

The thought of using Delnadris as nothing more than a disposable sex toy only serves to intensify the fire burning within him. It's not just about having control over another person; it's about reducing them to their most base desires and satisfying his own in the process. The massage continues, but now there's an undercurrent of dominance and desire that threatens to consume them both.

"Ah... yeah,"

As Delnadris massages his foot, Faye can feel the tension building inside him. It's almost unbearable; he needs release. He grips the edge of the mirror tightly, digging his nails into the paint as he fights to maintain control.

"That's... that's enough," he gasps, voice barely a whisper. "Thank you." His words are laced with enough sarcasm to cut through steel, but Delnadris doesn't seem to notice.

"Well," Faye says finally, straightening up and turning to face Delnadris. "That wasn't too bad." He offers the other man a faint smile, but there's something cold and calculating in his eyes that makes it seem more like a threat than anything else. "Guess I'd better get going now."

He takes a step back from the mirror, then pauses as if considering something. "Actually," he says slowly, "why don't you come with me?"

Delnadris looks up at Faye, hope and fear warring in his expression. "Where are we going?" he whispers.

"Just come with me," Faye replies cryptically, turning back toward the door. "I'll show you." He walks purposefully out of the practice room, not looking back to see if Delnadris is following. As he expected, there's a hesitation before Delnadris rises shakily to his feet and hurries after him.

Outside the dance studio, Faye leads Delnadris down a deserted hallway to an unmarked door. He pauses for a moment, taking in the other man's nervous expression before leaning closer and whispering into his ear. "This is where I go when I need... release."

With a wicked grin, he pushes open the door and steps inside, gesturing for Delnadris to follow. The room is dimly lit and lined with soft mattresses on the floor;