Punish Leylin instead

“Anything, you say?” Christopher gave him an evil grin.

“Then come here, kneel before me and kiss my boots.” Christopher crossed one leg over the other, and waited expectantly. Leylin scowled at him and tried to stand up, but the guard next to him pushed him back down onto his knees.

“Did I give you permission to stand? Crawl.” He said coldly. Leylin grit his teeth and crawled over to the base of the throne. He glared up at him.

“I will break that spirit of yours, you can struggle all you want, it will only be more fun to see when you finally break.” Leylin leaned down and kissed the tip of Christopher's boot.

“Good, now lick them clean. I don’t want to see a single speck of dirt.” Leylin tentatively licked up towards the heel of the boot. The whole time he glared daggers at Christopher. He could feel heat spread throughout his face and knew he was blushing.

“Take it deeper.” Christopher shoved his boot roughly into Leylin’s mouth and he gagged. His throat was on fire, having practically been kicked. After several minutes, Christopher pulled away his boot and was satisfied with how clean it was.