No Way Out

Travis Wade eyes his eager taskmasters—Anthony LaFont, Sebastian Gronoff, Kevin Pearce, and Cameron Fox—with a commanding glint. He tells them to strip, their bodies taut with anticipation. Then, his voice cuts sharp: the seated slaves must take those hardening cocks into their mouths. Sebastian flips Jeremy Jordan onto his stomach, tongue diving into the cleft for a rimming ride that leaves Jeremy gasping, a wild spin of pleasure. The others pile on, hands and mouths everywhere. Travis grips Colby Taylor's hips, bends him forward, and thrusts his thick shaft deep into that welcoming ass, each push a deliberate claim. Sebastian rises, his massive cock plunging into Jeremy's hole with unyielding force. Anthony mounts Karl, driving in steady and sure. Cameron positions Michel Mattel just so—his dick filling the front while Kevin's hot mouth works the rear, sandwiching the slave in slick, relentless rhythm. The chaos erupts fully now: slaves and drivers tangle in a frenzy, swapping positions, flipping bodies, flopping into every angle. They fuck hard, double up in pairs and triples, cocks sliding in asses and mouths without pause. At last, all ten men stroke themselves to the edge, ropes of cum spilling out in steaming pools across skin and sheets.