Tony Buff's Twinks With Kinks

Tyler Sweet lies spread-eagle on the bed, wrists and ankles lashed tight, cock standing stiff. Every muscle jumps when he pulls against the ropes. Doug Acre stands over him, jeans hanging low, the cleft of his ass peeking out, abs carved deep in the low light. He reaches down and drags his fingers over Tyler’s armpits, ribs, balls, bare soles. Tyler jerks, fights the bonds, can’t break free. Doug climbs on, straddling that writhing body, and turns the tickling meaner, harder. Tyler yells, skin flushing, begging until Doug finally stops. He loosens the knots, flips Tyler onto his belly, then his back, and fucks him without mercy. Tyler moans through every thrust. When he shoots, thick ropes paint his abs and chest. Doug knots him down again, still hard, still wanting.