Workin' Stiff

Ken Adams strides into work, his trousers straining just a bit too snugly. The shop's walls gleam with polished leather jocks, each one hung like a promise, and thick black dildos stand sentinel beside them, bold and unapologetic. When Wolff pushes through the door—today's first customer—Ken's pulse quickens. He's primed, eager to dive in. 'Try this on,' Ken urges, holding out something slick and tight, a harness that clings like a lover's whisper. Wolff slips it on. Instantly, his cock springs free, alive and insistent, demanding attention. Ken doesn't hesitate. He kneels, takes it in hand, then mouth—warm, wet suction drawing Wolff deeper. They tumble into rhythm: Ken's lips working magic, then Wolff bending him over the counter for a fierce fuck, hips slamming with raw need. Dildos join the fray, one thick and probing Ken's ass while Wolff watches, strokes himself. Customer service? This redefines it, a symphony of moans and release that leaves them both spent, slick with sweat and satisfaction.