The Fetish Factory

Mike Panic meets Mason Lear’s stare through the bars. Mason gives his crotch one quick tug and Mike feels the snap. The cage door opens. Mike drops to his knees, takes the thick curved shaft to the root, then flips Mason over and buries his tongue in that hairy hole. Mason groans, back arched, but he wants more. He shows Mike the table loaded with rope and toys. Mike offers his wrists. Mason winds the rope tight, hoists him up, leaves him spinning above the floor. Every inch of Mike’s body is on display, every nerve waiting. Mason teases, smacks, tickles, keeps the hard-on twitching but never touching the tip. Mike’s dick leaks onto the concrete. Mason lowers the hoist just enough, lines up, and drives in. Mike swings with each thrust, hole stretched wide around that cock. Mason pounds until his balls draw tight. He cuts the ropes, drops Mike to his knees, and paints the beard and open mouth with thick ropes of cum.