Ringside

Erik Rhodes storms in after a brutal day, his patience frayed to nothing. No one's pushing him around tonight. Young Nathan Eclaire tests that limit, and Erik grabs him, forces his mouth down on that thick cock. The raw edge ignites the room. Tomas Friedl and Peter Mayer watch, cocks hardening, then dive in—Tomas kneeling to swallow Peter's shaft with hungry precision. Erik's fury eases as Nathan works him deep, tongue swirling just right, lips sealed tight. Tomas matches the rhythm on Peter, bobbing with expert suction. Nathan's tight little hole begs for attention, pink and perfect. Tomas rises, spits on his dick, and thrusts in hard, stretching him wide. Lucky Taylor saunters over then, easing Nathan's jaw with his own turn at the suck—deep throating like it's his calling. Chaos erupts into a five-man frenzy. Cocks plunge into asses, mouths chase every length. Erik leads the charge: Peter bends for Tomas's pounding, Lucky rails Nathan while Erik claims Tomas's throat. They swap, relentless—ass to mouth, doubles in tight holes. Sweat slicks skin, grunts echo. It builds to shattering releases, cum spraying in thick ropes across faces, chests, and gaping holes, one explosive load chasing the next.