No Limits

Ripped Casey Everett crawls on a leash, tongue working Devin's boots until every inch gleams. Devin yanks him up, bends him over, and lets him name his next torment. Casey chooses the flogger, voice tight. Devin swings hard. Leather kisses Casey's shoulders, then stripes his ass. One brutal spin and the same leather smacks across his rigid cock. Red welts rise. Sweat flies. Casey stays upright, hard, dripping. Devin tosses the flogger, drops to his knees, and swallows Casey to the root. He sucks slow, pulls back, leaves Casey shaking. A sharp slap to the balls makes Casey gasp. He begs. Devin grins, fists that cock in short, ruthless strokes until Casey erupts, ropes splattering the floor. No rest. Devin hauls him back to his knees, feeds him every inch, and fucks his throat until hot spunk floods it. Casey swallows, eyes watering, throat flexing around the final pulses.