Drifter

Sweat-slicked and throbbing with need, Ken falls easy into the grasp of Chad Hunt and Steve Cruz, those leather-clad wolves circling their willing lamb. The studs drag him close, forcing submission to every rigid inch of their hunger in a blaze of raw dominance. They ravage him thoroughly, muscles straining against harness and hide, until he's spent and spent again. Then, with a casual shove, they hurl him back to the street, marked and mastered.