Ritual

In the dim glow of flickering candles, Cult leader Cal 'Speedy' Reynolds circled his two devoted underlings, Dak Ramsey and Adam Faust, his eyes gleaming with predatory intent. He traced a finger along Dak's taut jawline, then down Adam's bare chest, marking their skin with sacred oils that carried the sharp scent of myrrh and desire. 'Strip bare,' Speedy commanded, his voice a low rumble that stirred the air. They obeyed swiftly—Dak peeling off his shirt to reveal rippling muscles etched with old scars, Adam shedding his pants to expose his hardening cock, already twitching in anticipation. Speedy knelt between them, anointing their thighs with deliberate strokes, his palms gliding over heated flesh until both men stood rigid, breaths ragged, cocks fully erect and throbbing under his gaze. The ritual loomed, a storm of flesh and fervor, and Speedy savored the power thrumming through his veins as he positioned them—Dak on his knees, Adam arched against the altar—ready to surrender everything to the ecstasy ahead.