Iron Works

Jason Tyler, the sharp-eyed publishing rep, scowls at the latest hard proof. He's far from pleased, and winning him over will demand real finesse. But Ken Houser, the buffed Iron Works supervisor, knows exactly how to sway him—by showing that the men here bend over backward to accommodate. With pressman Zackary Pierce at his side, Ken hauls Jason down from his lofty throne of demands and straight into the thick of a relentless, pounding three-way. Ken's thick shaft plunges deep into Jason's tight ass, stretching him wide with every forceful thrust, while Zackary grips Jason's hips and drives his own rigid cock into that same greedy hole, the two men alternating and sharing the slick, clenching heat in a brutal rhythm of flesh slapping flesh. Sweat slicks their bodies as grunts fill the air, Jason's protests melting into moans, his own erection throbbing untouched until he spills across the workbench. When Ken and Zackary finally pull out, spent and grinning, every man wears a sated smile. Jason straightens his clothes, eyes gleaming with fresh hunger, already counting the days until his next 'inspection'.