Industrial Encounters

Buff leaves Cameron hanging in the elevator shaft, steps into the electrical room, and tells Leo Forte to kill the power. Drew Cutler walks in. Forte reads the hunger in his eyes and shoves him onto the workbench. “Don’t move,” he growls. Thick webbing snaps tight. Screws bite wood. The drill spins. Cutler’s wrists, chest, thighs, ankles—everything is pinned. Forte drops to the table’s edge, licks between Cutler’s toes, sucks each one until the bound man grunts “ARUFF.” The sound earns a grin. Then the real torment begins: a steel clamp snaps around Cutler’s thick shaft, holding it like a vise. Spit runs heavy, coating every inch. Forte’s mouth works deep, drool pooling at the base, then he swaps spit for current—a violet wand crackling against nipples and cockhead until Cutler bucks against the webbing. The wand clatters away. Forte rolls on a rubber, sinks down, and rides hard. Every slow grind drags Cutler to the brink, every sudden stop leaves him snarling. When the webbing finally loosens, Cutler flips the script. He pounds Forte’s ass with full force until the pup shoots across his own stomach. Cutler pulls out, adds his own thick load, streaking hot over already-slick skin.