Strong Arm Landlord

Tony Orlando sprawls on the bed, cock in his fist, flipping through sticky pages of porn. Fists hammer the door. Tony freezes. Too late. D Arclyte shoulders in, catches the rent-dodger mid-stroke, and gives the boy one hard choice: cash or ass. Tony stays mute, so D flips him face-down across the mattress and rams his thick shaft straight up that bare hole. Every brutal thrust is a payment plan. When D’s bored with the boy’s guts, he drags Tony upright and shoves the same cock down his throat until spit and snot drip. Done with mouth, D orders clothes off. Tony strips. Without warning, a fist punches past his rim, knuckles cracking the tight ring Tony’s never opened for anyone. Pain blurs into heat. Tony rolls onto his back, legs wide, giving D free rein to punch deeper. The landlord’s forearm vanishes, reappears, vanishes again. Tony’s hole blooms slick and red. He can’t hold it—thick ropes of cum stripe his own abs while D’s wrist stays buried to the wrist.