Where The Players Go

Olive-skinned Leo Forte has Troy Daniels facedown on a padded bench, wrists and ankles cinched so the only move left is to lift his ass. Leo sinks in face-first, tongue buried deep, then two thick fingers sawing in rough and greedy. The hole takes it, wet and open. Then the cane falls. Leo lays stripe after stripe until Troy’s ass glows raw, welts rising like fresh saddle leather. When the rope comes off, Troy’s shaking but hard. He shoves Leo onto his back and rams his cock down the guy’s throat until Leo’s knees buckle. They trade spit and spit-soaked shafts, then both fists wrap tight. They beat off hard, Leo’s load hitting first—hot ropes landing across Troy’s stomach. Troy answers with frantic strokes, uncut meat jerking until white globs spray from his slit. Still hungry, Leo slicks his fingers again, stretching Troy wider, pushing a fat glass plug past the clenched ring. Once it’s seated, Leo climbs on top. He fucks like he’s trying to break something, and both men come again, thick arcs of cum streaking their bellies while they grind through the aftershocks.