Daddy's Dungeon

Tyler Rush sits bound inside Silver Steele’s cage, cock straining against cold steel. Horned up and desperate. Silver taps his boy’s ass with a riding crop, then cups the locked dick in one gloved hand. Precum leaks through the cage slit; Silver scoops it up and tastes it. He draws out every second, circling the cage, making Tyler drip and squirm. Finally Silver swings the door open and drags the younger man out. He bends Tyler over, spreads him wide, and buries his tongue in that hungry hole. Licking. Getting it ready. Silver stands, lines up his thick cock, and drives straight in. Hard, deep thrusts fill the room with the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh. Tyler gasps and takes it, ass clenching around every inch. When Silver’s close he yanks out and shoves Tyler to his knees. The boy’s load hits the floor before Silver can finish. No cleanup, no mercy. Silver pushes his dripping sub back into the cage and slams the door shut, leaving him there, empty, spent, punished.