Sprung

Fresh from their daring prison break, Addison Scott and Caesar pull up to Matt Skyler and Cameron Fox's secluded home, spinning a tale of weary, injured hikers in need of shelter. Cameron, ever the gracious host, leads Caesar away to settle him into a guest room, oblivious to the storm brewing elsewhere. Alone now, Addison corners Matt in a dimly lit study, his muscled frame towering like a predator closing in. The thug wastes no time. He grabs Matt by the collar, slamming him against the wall with a growl that vibrates through the air. Rough hands roam, pinning wrists, yanking at clothes. Matt's breath hitches, but he doesn't fight—oh no, his body betrays a hungry spark, leaning into the brutality. He yields, pliant and eager, as Addison barks his commands. On his knees, Matt takes Addison's hard, thick cock deep into his mouth, sucking with fervent obedience. Addison's fingers tangle in blond hair, thrusting hips forward, claiming every inch. Spit flies as he slaps Matt's cheek, a sharp sting that draws a muffled moan. Then, orders shift: Matt bends, spreads his ass wide, offering himself like a willing sacrifice. Addison spits on the tight hole, probing with rough fingers that stretch and tease before sliding in deep. He rims Matt with a savage tongue, lapping at the sensitive rim until the blond trembles. Gagged now with a balled-up shirt, Matt endures the onslaught, his own arousal throbbing untouched. Addison rises, positions himself, and plunges in—hard, fast, relentless. The room fills with the slap of skin, grunts echoing off walls. Addison pounds without mercy, chasing his peak until it shatters, pulling out to spray ropes of hot cum across Matt's face, chest, and quivering abs. Drenched in the sticky evidence of surrender, Matt grips his own cock. He strokes furiously, eyes locked on Addison's satisfied smirk, and erupts in a fresh wave, mingling their messes in a glistening, shared triumph.