Pony Up!

Draven Torres stands at the bar in 2012, his uncut Latin cock already stiff as he locks eyes with bartender Doc Benway. He runs both hands over his hard chest, thumbs flicking his nipples, and grins like he knows the show will cost the other man something. Pants drop. He tugs his balls, rolls back the foreskin, works the shaft until it gleams. Then the glove snaps on and an autoclave bag opens; Doc leans in. A slim steel sound slides out, gets slicked, and disappears into Draven’s piss slit in one slow push. His eyes never leave Doc’s while the rod sinks deeper. Not enough. He swaps to a thicker rod, stretches himself wider, hips rolling, nipples tight. When he finally pulls the steel free, his fist flies, and the load lands straight on his tongue—every drop swallowed while Doc watches from behind the taps.