Trapped, Part 1

In the dim sub-basement, Michael Soldier and Mark Hansford spot their boss, Nick Mazzaro, slumped against the fuse board. He's out cold from a brutal shock, chest rising slow, but his pants strain against a massive, throbbing hard-on that demands attention. The two workers exchange a hungry glance, then drop to their knees. Michael unzips Nick's fly with steady hands, freeing that thick cock—veins pulsing, tip already slick. Mark grips the base, squeezing firm, while Michael leans in, tongue swirling over the head in lazy, teasing circles. They work him like pros: Michael takes him deep, throat relaxing to swallow every inch, while Mark's fingers knead his balls, rolling them with expert pressure. Nick stirs with a groan, hips bucking involuntarily as the wet heat pulls him from the haze. Eyes fluttering open, he grabs Michael's hair, thrusting harder—alive, electric, and utterly theirs.