The Velvet Mafia, Part 1

Cory Starr—known in these circles as Roman Heart—savors nothing quite like the thrill of an audition. He runs his sharp gaze over the hopefuls, those eager young men chasing a spot in the spotlight of gay porn. Today, Trevor Knight and Tommy Blade stand before him, stripped bare and ready, their bodies taut with anticipation. Roman's partner in this game, Antonio Madiera, lounges nearby, a sly smile curling his lips as he watches the scene unfold. The room hums with tension. Roman circles them first, his fingers trailing light as a whisper over Trevor's firm chest, then down to grip Tommy's hardening cock. 'Show me what you've got,' he murmurs, voice low and commanding. Trevor drops to his knees without hesitation, taking Roman's thick shaft into his mouth, sucking with a rhythm that promises more. Tommy joins in, his tongue flicking against Antonio's balls while his hand strokes the man's rigid length. They push harder. Roman bends Trevor over the edge of the couch, slicking his hole with spit before thrusting deep, each plunge drawing out a gasp that echoes like a siren's call. Antonio claims Tommy the same way, pounding into him with relentless force, their grunts mingling in the heated air. Sweat slicks their skin; the slap of flesh on flesh builds to a fever pitch. Roman pulls out just in time, spraying his load across Trevor's back in hot ropes, while Antonio floods Tommy's mouth, watching him swallow every drop. It's a trial by fire, this audition—a dance of desire where only the boldest survive. And as the four men catch their breath, Roman nods. These two? They've passed with flying colors.