Permission

Rocco Steele lies on a torn mattress, muscles flexed, eyes closed. Seamus O'Reilly creeps in, wraps Rocco’s wrists tight with duct tape and scribbles “cock sucker” across his forehead in thick black marker. Rocco wakes furious, rips free, and slams the ginger down. Seamus laughs hard, spit flying, loving every second of the trouble he just bought. Rocco tears Seamus’ clothes off, shoves him face-first over the mattress, then jams his own sweaty jock between the boy’s teeth. One massive hand pins Seamus by the neck while the other grabs his cock and balls in a rough grip, pulling and twisting until Seamus moans into the gag. Rocco’s palm cracks across that round ass again and again, turning skin bright red. He fists Seamus’ shaft, jerks it slow, then faster, stopping every time the kid gets close, drawing the edge out until Seamus shakes. Finally he lets him shoot, ropes splattering over Rocco’s thick fingers, the room thick with sweat, tape, and the sharp slap of skin on skin.