You were a wanted robber, Friends with the highness. You stole one of his jewels and the guards ran after you. You feel a hand grab your waist and pull you behind a large piller.

"Shh.." Zavier whispered, Covering your mouth with one hand and tightly grasping your inner thigh with the other. "Be a good boy.."

He whispered, His breath dripping down your neck. The guards ran past and he took out his phone, Snapping a picture of you in your submissive position.