The Breach, Part 2: Surrender

Colby Taylor's eyes burned with fury as he faced Jackson Price, his cheating boyfriend, bound and helpless in the dim room. Revenge simmered in Colby's veins, hot and unyielding. He turned to Tanner Hayes, the captor who held all the power, and dropped to his knees without a word. Lips parting, Colby took Tanner's thick cock into his mouth, sucking deep and deliberate, tongue swirling around the pulsing length. Jackson's gasps echoed, but Colby didn't stop—his mouth worked faster, slurping wetly, saliva dripping down his chin as he hollowed his cheeks for that perfect suction. Tanner groaned, fingers tangling in Colby's hair, guiding the rhythm. Colby's own arousal throbbed, but this was for Jackson to witness. Rising, Colby shoved Tanner back onto the bed, straddling him with fierce intent. He positioned himself, sinking down onto Tanner's rigid shaft, inch by inch, until he was fully impaled. The stretch burned deliciously. Colby rode him hard, hips grinding in savage circles, his ass clenching around the invading cock. Each thrust slammed deep, balls slapping against skin, Colby's moans filling the air like a siren's call. Jackson squirmed, eyes wide with betrayal, but Colby locked gazes with him, fucking Tanner with abandon—bouncing, twisting, chasing that edge where pain met pleasure. Tanner's hands gripped Colby's waist, bucking up to meet him, their bodies slick with sweat. Colby came first, spilling hot across Tanner's chest in shuddering waves, but he kept moving, milking every last drop from his captor until Tanner exploded inside him, filling him to the brim. Only then did Colby pull off, a triumphant smirk curling his lips as cum leaked down his thighs, right there for Jackson to see.