The Breach, Part 2: Surrender

Jackson Price pushed through the tangled underbrush, his boots crunching leaves as he called out for his missing boyfriend. The woods swallowed his voice, but then he spotted them: Justin Dragon and Caesar, leaning against their battered van like guardians of some forbidden path. Sweat beaded on Jackson's brow; he just needed a lift, nothing more. Justin's eyes raked over him, slow and appraising, while Caesar grinned, sharp as a blade. They waved him over. The van's back doors swung open, revealing a shadowed space that smelled of leather and anticipation. Jackson climbed in, heart pounding. Hands found him first—Justin's firm grip on his thigh, Caesar's fingers tracing his jaw. Shirts tore away in a frenzy. Jackson's cock hardened as Justin's mouth claimed his, hot and demanding, while Caesar yanked down his jeans, exposing him to the cool air. They took turns, bodies pressing close in the dim light. Justin thrust deep into Jackson's mouth, groaning as his hips bucked. Caesar positioned behind, slick fingers preparing the way before sliding in with a slick, relentless rhythm. Jackson gasped, overwhelmed, riding the wave of their shared hunger. The van rocked with their motions, a private storm in the wilderness. He got his ride—and so much more, etched into his skin like a secret brand.