Red Hot

Fire Chief Remus Orza eyes the new recruit, Franco Corsini, with a knowing glint. The young blond stands tall, his uniform hugging every lean muscle, eager to join the ranks. But this welcome cuts deeper than standard drills. Remus pulls Franco into the dimly lit office, door clicking shut. 'Prove you're one of us,' he growls, voice low and commanding. Franco drops to his knees without hesitation, hands fumbling at Remus's belt. The chief's thick cock springs free, heavy and insistent. Franco's mouth engulfs it, tongue swirling with desperate hunger, lips stretching wide as he takes every inch. Saliva drips down his chin; he gags but pushes on, eyes watering, proving his devotion. Remus grips Franco's blond hair, thrusting deep, fucking his throat with steady rhythm. Sweat beads on their skin, the air thick with musk and urgency. Franco moans around the shaft, his own erection straining against his pants. Remus yanks him up, spins him against the desk. Pants shoved down, Franco's ass exposed—firm, inviting. The chief slicks his fingers, probes that tight entrance, stretching it open. Franco arches, begging with a gasp. Remus drives in, bare and unrelenting, filling him completely. They rut like animals, skin slapping, Franco's cries echoing off the walls. He clenches around the invasion, milking every thrust, until Remus floods him with hot release. Franco spills onto the desk, spent and marked, fully assimilated into the brotherhood.