Male Instinct

Fresh from the clink, Alex Carrington steps into the night air, his body humming with the raw edges of captivity. Free at last, he hunts down Bill Marlowe in the shadowed haze of a back-alley bar, eyes gleaming like a predator's. 'I've got tricks from the big house that'll make you beg,' Alex murmurs, voice low and laced with promise. He pins Bill against the worn brick, hands rough and sure, stripping away the layers with practiced ease. Fingers trace scars earned inside those iron walls, then plunge deeper, explicit and unyielding. Alex thrusts forward, hard and relentless, each move a lesson in dominance, bodies slick and entangled. Bill gasps, arches, surrenders to the rhythm—Alex has learned his lesson well, turning punishment into exquisite control.