SUBMIT

Tristan Hunter lies stretched on the bench, wrists locked in leather. Liam Skye watches from inside the steel cage, hard, silent, waiting for whatever Devin Franco decides next. Devin walks the floor with a riding crop, boots echoing, taking his time. He stops at Tristan, clamps both nipples, watches the cock twitch, then shoves the jock down to slap the swollen head. Liam presses to the bars. Devin crosses the room and snaps the whip across Liam’s shoulders, across his ass, again and again, marking him through the cage. More steel, more leather, more pressure, until Devin swings the door open and drags Liam out by the hair. Liam drops to his knees between Tristan’s legs and feeds him every inch, then Devin steps in, drives straight into Tristan’s hole and starts pounding. The spit-roast builds fast: Liam’s cock in Tristan’s mouth, Devin’s cock and thick dildos stretching his ass. Tristan stays bound and open while they switch ends, filling both holes until Devin pulls out and paints his load across Tristan’s crotch. Liam leans in and licks every drop off skin and shaft, hungry, desperate, owned.