Leather Dogs

Tyler Rush sits locked in a cage, masked in pup gear. Outside the bars, Dirk Caber and Jessie Colter laugh and push their cocks through the steel. No one around, so they slip inside, swing the cage door open, and snap their fingers. Tyler drops to all fours, nose low, tail stub twitching. He crawls between them, mouth open, tasting Dirk first, then Jessie. The two men move apart, leaving Tyler scrambling on the concrete to reach whichever cock they swing away. It ends with both shafts at once—Tyler’s head whipping side to side, spit and pre-cum stringing from his lips. Dirk grabs the pup’s hips, spins him, and buries his tongue deep. Tyler groans around Jessie’s thick meat, throat working while his hole gets licked open. Then Dirk stands, lines up, and drives straight in. Tyler yelps, the bark turning into a long, muffled moan as Jessie keeps fucking his face. The thrusts build—sharp, hard, full-length strokes that make the pup’s tail wag harder with every slap of hips. Jessie spreads Tyler’s cheeks so Dirk can bury every inch. When Dirk finally pulls out, cum shoots across the stretched rim in heavy ropes. Jessie scoops the fresh load on two fingers and feeds it to Tyler, making sure the pup licks it clean.