The Trustees

Leo Forte steps into the cell looking sharp in his guard uniform, glasses glinting, nightstick ready. Brian Bonds stands naked, wrists lashed behind his back, an electric collar snug around his throat. He tries to back away. Leo swings the stick straight into Brian’s gut. The air leaves him in one harsh whoosh. Leo stays easy, smile never slipping, peels off his shirt, then starts looping thick rope over Brian’s chest. The harness bites deep, pulling his hairy pecs tight and proud. A pulley groans. Brian’s feet leave the floor. Leo hoists him face-down until his open mouth lines up with Leo’s crotch. Thick cock slides over Brian’s tongue, deeper, farther, until nothing shows but the tight sack pressed to his chin. Brian gags, spit pouring in long ropes. Leo rocks his hips once, twice. Hot cum spurts, splattering across Brian’s hair. Leo steps back, still hard, voice low. “Not finished with you.” Then the door slams.