Czech Tales, Part 2

Boris waits by the city fountain, his search for love still fruitless, oblivious to the shadow creeping closer. Tibor Cernan locks eyes on the blond beauty, a feral hunger surging through him. He stalks up silently and swings a club, dropping Boris cold. In a hidden lair, Tibor unleashes his raw desire on the captive. The brute with the massive club—and an even thicker cock—looms over Boris, sneering threats and clenching fists. 'Suck it,' he growls, forcing the blond's lips around his throbbing shaft. Then Tibor turns to that tempting ass, fingers probing the tight ring, tongue lapping greedily to loosen it up. Fear grips Boris at first, confusion twisting his features, but soon delirium floods in, pleasure he never expected pulling him under. He succumbs to the savage rhythm, yielding to his captor's rough hands. On all fours now, Boris gasps as Tibor fingerfucks him deep, each slap to his cheeks stinging like a promise. They both know what's coming—the chest-thumping beast rears back and slams his thick, hard cock into that virgin-tight hole, pounding away with relentless fury, sliding deeper with every brutal thrust.