High Tide

Matthew stumbles from the club into the night, the bass still thumping in his veins. Three thugs close in—Mike Branson, Brian Cruise, Sebastian Cruz—eager to deliver a savage lesson. They pin him against the wall. Mike thrusts his thick cock into Matthew's mouth first, gripping his hair tight. Brian follows, forcing deeper, while Sebastian watches with a predatory grin. Satisfied for now, they bundle the dazed blond into the car's trunk and peel away. They park on a lonely hill, the city lights a distant smear. The air crackles with their hunger. Brian claims first rights, yanking Matthew from the trunk and slamming his thick, rigid cock down the captive's throat. He doesn't ease in—thrusts hard, relentless. Pulling Matthew upright, Brian bends him over the hood and pounds his ass with furious speed, skin slapping against skin. Sebastian itches for his shot. He shoves Brian aside and takes over, pumping into Matthew with raw intensity, each stroke a claim of dominance. Mike waits no longer. He grabs Matthew's hips and drives in feverishly, his cock stretching and battering without mercy. The trio circles like wolves, taunting him with crude barbs as they ravage his hole—'Take it, pretty boy'—their voices a low, mocking growl. Finally, they pull out. Hot spurts paint the small of his back, three loads mingling in sticky triumph.