Deep Hole Dungeon

Cody Winter sprawls across a leather bench, blond and smooth under his harness. D Arclyte runs both hands over the lean boy, leather squeaking with every slide. Cody tears the codpiece free and his uncut cock springs up hard. D drops to it, mouth working fast, then spins Cody onto his belly and buries his tongue in that waiting hole. The boy takes the rimming like he was made for it, then climbs into the sling and offers his ass for something bigger. D’s thick fist presses against the muscle, knuckles prying until they slip inside. Cody’s moans climb, sharp and raw, as D sinks deeper, wrist disappearing into the heat. He works the fist in steady thrusts, pulling gasps from the boy with each pass. Cody hooks a leg over D’s arm, faces him, and rides the fist hard, fucking himself open. D leans close, voice low: 'You gonna cum for daddy?' 'Yes, please,' Cody chokes out. D’s free hand clamps around the boy’s throat, cutting his air, and Cody bucks hard, shooting thick ropes straight up. When the last spasm leaves him shaking, D loosens his grip. 'You ready to take care of daddy?' he asks. 'Yes sir,' Cody answers, voice hoarse and hungry.