SUBMIT

Jack Vidra paces the room like a predator in heat, the 2022 scene already thick with tension. Cain Marko stands bound spread-eagle to the St. Andrew’s cross, boots planted, chest heaving. Vidra seizes the flogger, snaps his wrist, and leather cracks across Marko’s muscular ass. Red lines rise; Marko grunts and pushes back for more. His cock thickens, swinging heavy, every strike feeding his need. Vidra drops the flogger, spins the bigger man, and sinks to his knees. He swallows Cain’s rigid shaft to the root, spit dripping down heavy balls while his fist tugs them low and tight. Marko’s moans grow raw. Vidra unlocks the cuffs, shoves him forward, and spreads those cheeks. His tongue drives in deep—wet, filthy, relentless—until the hole flutters and opens. Raw and ready, Vidra sinks his thick cock straight inside, bare and unforgiving. He fucks Marko deep, pounding him over the bench until the stud’s hole begs for bigger. Vidra swaps his dick for a fat plug, then another, stretching Marko wider each time. When the last toy slides free, he rams back in, balls slapping, fucking the ruined gape until he shoots, thick ropes splattering across the wrecked, dripping hole.