The Fetish Bar

Dane Stewart's pool game falls apart the second he clocks Adam Awbride across the bar. He buys the kid a drink, realizes he's only eighteen, and steers him straight into a private room. Adam is curious, hungry for new sensations; Dane’s ready to feed him. He slips a leather bridle over Adam’s head, then yanks down those shorts and wraps a fist around the stiff cock that springs free. Slow, teasing strokes keep Adam on edge, panting, until Dane strips him bare and bends him over a barrel. The paddle lands—quick, stinging swats that make Adam’s ass bloom pink. Dane drops to his knees, sucks him deep, works him rigid again. When Adam’s hips start to buck, Dane spins him, spits on his own thick shaft, and drives straight into that tight hole. Every thrust forces deeper, stretching Adam wide. He flips the boy onto his back, folds his legs, and keeps pounding. The rhythm builds until Dane snarls, “Cum for me, boy,” and Adam’s load erupts across his own chest and stomach while Dane’s cock keeps slamming home.