Vanished

Bo Matthews kneels, his face locked in a cold iron mask, body bound tight in unyielding cages that bite into his skin. He serves his master, Matthew Ford, with fervent obedience, lips and tongue working hungrily over Ford's throbbing cock. Ford's eyes gleam with wicked delight as he spots Jake Dakota hovering nearby, curiosity etching lines of hunger across the young man's face. Ford beckons him closer, voice a low growl of invitation. Jake hesitates only a heartbeat before diving in, hands roaming Bo's restrained form while Ford claims his mouth in a bruising kiss. The three men entwine, bodies slick with sweat and spit, thrusting and grinding in a frenzy of raw, messy mansex—cocks sliding into willing holes, seed spilling hot and unchecked, their moans echoing like a forbidden symphony.