Permission

David and Logan sit at the table, cards down, eyes locked. David leans in first. Their mouths crash together, spit swapping until it runs down Logan’s chin. Logan drops to his hands and knees on the tabletop. David loops thick rope around each wrist and ankle, cinching them tight to the corners. Logan can’t move now. David yanks the straps of Logan’s jock aside and spreads him open. Two fingers sink in first, then three, stretching him wet. Next comes the fat black dildo. David works it deep, pumping until Logan’s hole clenches around the shaft. He swaps it out for a clear anal dilator, twisting the glass wider until Logan’s pink inner walls glisten under the light. David uncaps a bottle, tilts it over the open hole, and watches every drop disappear inside. When it spills back out he catches it with his tongue. He keeps the dilator seated and finally pulls Logan’s cock free. David drops to his knees under the table and swallows him whole. Logan’s hips jerk against the ropes as he shoots, thick ropes splattering the floor beneath the table.