Twisted

Joey O'Bryan waits blindfolded in a steel cage. Nick Capra unlocks the door, reaches in, drags the boy out by the neck. Joey bolts. Capra slams him belly-down, tears the shirt clean off his back, rips the underwear from between his cheeks. Pale bubble ass flexes in the open air. A hard grip clamps Joey's throat. "The only words you say," Capra growls, "are 'Yes, Sir.'" He shoves his fat cock past Joey's lips, fucks the throat in one stroke. Leather gloves stay on. Then Capra straddles a rim chair, pulls Joey underneath and lowers his hole onto the boy's tongue, grinding until the bud is slick, puffy, begging. Joey climbs on top in reverse, sinks down on that thick shaft, works it balls-deep before pulling off and spearing himself onto a monster dildo suction-cupped to the floor. He rides until his legs shake. When he blows, thick ropes stripe the floor. Capra stands, strokes once, twice, then floods Joey's blindfolded face with heavy spurts of cum that drip off his chin and lips.