Mo' Betta' Butt

Buck Hammer grabs Steve Hood by the leash and shoves the leather between the younger man's lips. 'Suck it.' He says it low and hard. His fingers twist Hood's nipples until the guy squirms, then he cups the hard cock and gives it a rough squeeze. Buck slaps that ass, leaves a red print, pushes Hood down to the floor. 'Lick.' The boot gets a long, slow tongue bath. Next come the hairy pits—Hood buries his face and breathes deep, tasting sweat. Every few seconds he pulls back just enough to gasp, 'Yes sir. Thank you sir,' then dives back in. He ends up gnawing at the bulge in Buck's leather pants, teeth dragging over the thick shaft beneath the hide while Buck keeps a firm grip on the back of his neck.