No Way Out

Travis Wade commanded Anthony LaFont, Sebastian Gronoff, and Kevin Pearce to drag Karl Tenner into the dim-lit room and stage a feverish reenactment: three stern policemen cornering a sly petty thief. Karl dropped to his knees in the center, encircled by their throbbing cocks. They shoved and yanked him from one rigid shaft to the next. He swallowed each long, hard-thrusting length straight down his throat, no pause, no flinch—pure, eager submission. Travis stepped in then, plunging deep into Sebastian's ravenous ass while Anthony rammed his massive cock past Sebastian's lips, stretching that throat wide. Kevin sank into a chair, hauling Karl down to impale him on his stiff rod for a swift, pounding butt-fuck that left them both gasping. Kevin shifted, drawing Anthony's girth into his mouth for a greedy suck, even as Sebastian thrust into him from behind. Travis claimed Sebastian next, driving in with relentless rhythm. They hoisted Karl up between Anthony and Kevin, suspended from the rafters—his cock buried in Kevin's throat, Anthony's thick shaft buried in his ass, bodies swaying in heated suspension. Finally, Karl knelt again, mouth open to catch every hot spurt of their slave-fueled cum. He added his own release to the sticky rivers spilling down his face and chest.