The Trustees

Prisoner Jessie Colter belongs to Dirk Caber now. Naked except for the electric collar, Jessie runs his tongue over every inch of his captor’s skin. He sucks and bites the hairy nipples, breathes deep in the thick armpit hair, then drops lower and swallows the swelling dick. Leather cinches trap Dirk’s balls; Jessie mouths each one, working them until the veins stand out across Dirk’s chest like cables. Suddenly Dirk spins him, bends him, and rams in raw. Jessie’s lean back arches, a low animal grunt punched out of him with every thrust. He jerks his own cock in short, frantic strokes, never letting himself finish—he knows he is only there to take it. Dirk pounds harder, chasing release until he unloads across Jessie’s ass and up the small of his back in thick white ropes. The last spurt drips down the crack, running warm over the stretched hole that still twitches for more.