Bad Behavior

Marcus Iron and Chad Kennedy set out to save souls, knocking on doors with fire and brimstone. At Addison Scott's place, the man greets them with a leer, his words dripping filth, before dragging them into the shadows below. In the dungeon, Iron's neck and wrists clamp into unyielding wood, forcing his eyes on the spectacle: Caesar, all muscle and menace, eases his thick fingers into his own tight hole, suspended in leather straps, his body arching with deliberate tease. Kennedy? They haul him off to surrender. Addison commands it, joined by Enrico Vega, Spike, Scott Matthews, Nick Young, and Kristian Alvarez. Seven men circle, mouths hungry. They suck deep, tongues probing asses in a whirlwind of slick heat and moans. Then Spike strikes—his ten-inch beast plunges into Kennedy, cracking open something wild inside. The preacher growls, devours cock from both ends, begging with guttural pleas for more. The pack obliges, queuing up for the frenzy. They pound him raw in a relentless gangbang, hips slamming till his ass throbs, ruined for days. At last, they anoint him, ropes of hot seed spilling over his skin like a twisted sacrament.