He’s merely 20, but even through the lens his dominance burns like a blacklight flame. He’s here to get photographed for his commencement ceremony as the youngest master to be admitted to the West Coast Masters Guild. I don’t doubt that. Over the years I have put the camera between myself and a good hundred leather daddies and dominatrix queens but none with this energy. He doesn’t need heavy outfits or a carpet of hair. Even in just black jeans and suspenders, the hard edge to his stare demands you obey him. Since he can’t see me on the other-side of the camera, my eyes roam over the concave lines of his waist and young beauty of his long face. I swallow hard and press the shutter release as my cock drips into my briefs.