The Territory

Cole Connor's friend vanishes into thin air, so he dials the local police in a panic. But the men lurking in the woods saw it coming. They cut off the call and dispatch their own enforcer. Officer Killian Knox rolls up, all authority and muscle, and Cole's gaze locks straight on the officer's rigid cock straining against his uniform pants. Knox catches the stare, smirks like he owns the moment, and unzips with deliberate slowness. Cole drops to his knees, eager as hell, wrapping his lips around that thick, pulsing rod. Knox doesn't hold back—he thrusts deep into Cole's mouth, relentless, face-fucking him until saliva drips everywhere. Cole craves more, though. He climbs on top, swinging into a hungry 69, shoving his ass down onto Killian's waiting tongue while he devours the cop's cock again, savoring every inch. Killian laps at Cole's hole like a man starved, tongue probing deep. Cole rides that face hard, grinding until he's slick and ready. Then he spins around, positions himself, and sinks onto Knox's dick bareback, taking it all in one smooth drop. They pause the ride to lap at each other's pre-cum-slick cocks, trading salty tastes with greedy swirls of tongue. Cole flips the script next, pinning the cop down and sliding his own thick shaft into Knox's tight hole. He takes charge, pounding away. Knox gets flipped like a switch—fucked on his back, then his stomach, Cole's girthy meat stretching him wide from both angles. As Cole hammers deep, Knox loses it, shooting thick ropes of jizz across his own stomach in shuddering bursts. The sight pushes Cole over the edge; he pulls out and unloads straight into Knox's open mouth, hot spurts filling it up. Appetites sated at last, sweat cooling on their skin—will Knox track down Cole's missing friend? And who's been pulling strings from the shadows, watching the whole twisted plan unfold?