Control Room

Luke Adams said he wouldn’t take it up the ass. His dom-top boyfriend heard that once and dragged him to the Control Room anyway. Dave Circus hooks him to the machine, flips the switch, and the piston slams home. A fat rubber cock hammers Luke’s hole in steady, brutal strokes, speed rising notch by notch until his legs shake and his breath comes ragged. The metal shaft never slows. When Luke looks back, Circus is watching him—fist working a thick, uncut cock, skin already slick. Luke can’t speak, so he opens his mouth instead. Circus steps in, feeds him the head, and lets the boy nurse while the machine keeps pounding. The double fill makes Luke moan around the shaft. Circus barks an order, kills the motor, and yanks the dildo free. He lines up, sinks into the loosened hole in one hard thrust, and starts riding. Each slap of his hips knocks a grunt out of Luke until Circus pulls out, fists his cock twice, and paints thick ropes across those round cheeks. The load drips slow down the crack, proof the lesson stuck.