Call To Arms

Saxon starts with Jordan’s buzz-cut, but he doesn’t stop at the head. He drags the razor down, cleaning every dark curl off the kid’s crack until the skin shines raw. Jordan stays bent over, cheeks spread, pulse jumping. Saxon spits on the cleared hole, works two thick fingers straight in, then three, stretching him slow and steady while he squeezes the smooth, tight sack. When the boy is panting, Saxon pulls his hand out and presses the fat head of a black dildo against the slick ring. He pushes until the shaft sinks deep, then starts a rough pumping motion that rocks Jordan on his knees. After a minute Jordan flips onto his back, legs wide, begging with his eyes. Saxon shoves the toy harder from this angle, grinding it right into the prostate until Jordan’s whole body locks and he shoots thick white ropes straight up from his piss-slit. The cry he lets out echoes off the walls, raw and loud, while the cum keeps pulsing out in heavy spurts.