Back Alley

Leo Forte hauls Jesse Santana down a narrow back alley and through a heavy door into the club. Tony Buff nods them upstairs. Leo wastes no time. In the dim room he snaps nipple clamps onto Jesse’s pierced nubs, gives the chain a hard tug, and Jesse drops. He opens wide, swallows Leo’s cock to the root, and works the balls with spit-slick lips while Leo keeps yanking the chain. No drop spills. The cross waits. Jesse is cuffed in, arms high. Leo twists the clamps again, tugs until Jesse’s pierced dick drools. Then the flogger lands—sharp, steady—across chest and thighs, turning skin red. Jesse grunts, stays hard, stays open. Leo spins him, stripes his back until welts rise. Jesse’s breath comes ragged, but he holds. Leo steps in, bites down hard on each cheek, spreads and rims until Jesse shakes. Then he spins Jesse again, feeds him a thick load straight down his throat. Leo hoists Jesse’s legs, sucks each toe, and drives his cock deep. Every thrust slams home. Jesse’s load spits across his own stomach; Leo pulls out and paints Jesse’s ass with hot, white spurts.