The Territory

Andre Donovan had slipped his bonds, a shadow slipping free in the night. He spots Beau Butler lurking at the edge of the woods, eyes glued to the house where Andre's investor friends mingle inside. With a predator's grace, Andre lunges, seizing Beau by the collar and dragging him deeper into the trees—a lesson in boundaries, raw and unyielding. He forces Beau to his knees first, thick cock springing free, demanding worship. Beau's lips stretch wide, throat working greedily as Andre reams his mouth, hips snapping with deliberate force, saliva trailing in slick strings. Then Andre drops low himself, hands prying Beau's cheeks apart to bury his tongue in that scruffy, musky ass—lapping deep, teasing the tight ring until Beau trembles, begging for more. When the plea turns feral, Andre rises, aligns his throbbing length, and drives it home, burying every inch into Beau's yielding heat. The onslaught proves fierce; Beau bucks under the relentless pounding, so Andre eases back onto the forest floor, letting Beau straddle him, sinking down to ride that cock in full, glorious strokes—up to the hilt, down to the base, muscles clenching in rhythm. Beau's hole aches for mercy, and he slides off, dropping to his knees once more to suck the fresh shaft, tasting himself on every veined ridge, tongue swirling with abandon. Lost in the heat, Beau jerks and sucks harder, drawing out Andre's release—a hot, pulsing flood that coats his tongue and spills down his chin. But Andre's not done; he wants Beau shattered too. He flips him, slides back in with a slick thrust, and fucks that greedy hole until Beau arches, erupting in ropes of thick cum, body quaking in surrender. Exhausted, the suited investor and the rugged lumberjack lie spent amid the pines. Yet the brothers—Beau and Cole—still clash over The Territory, their feud grinding toward an unforgiving end.