Revenge

Joey pushes open the door, his chatter spilling out like it has since they checked in—endless, grating. Jon lies face down on the bed, muscles taut under the sheets. Enough. Jon surges up, grabs Joey by the wrist, and flips him onto his back with a growl that silences the room. Joey's eyes widen, but Jon pins him down, his weight a promise of control. He strips Joey bare, efficient and unyielding, then frees his own cock—thick, heavy, pulsing with intent. Joey's protests melt into gasps as Jon spreads his legs wide, teasing the tip against that tight entrance. One firm thrust, and Joey arches, realizing the truth: Jon's big, fat dick calls every shot now, owning him stroke by relentless stroke.