Azune desperately needs to be put in a collar and pulled around. have him on his knees for his psychological benefit
Bolaire coos at him, yanking the collar so that Azune's aching cock is shoved/rubbed against the sole of his expensive leather boot
"Be good now" he drawls, almost disinterested despite the arcane marshal's desperate noises. "If you sully these too, we'll have to start over a third time."












