Vanished

Iron stocks clamp Jay Armstrong's neck and wrists, binding him tight in helpless exposure. Masked Rodrigo Deleon circles first, his gaze sharp with predatory intent. He grabs Jay's chin, forces his mouth open, and thrusts deep, claiming every inch with relentless rhythm. Jay gags, saliva dripping, as Rodrigo's hips piston forward, a merciless invasion that leaves no room for resistance. Wolf Hudson watches, then joins, his ferocity unyielding. He yanks Jay's head back by the hair, spits a thick glob onto his tongue, and rams in beside Rodrigo, stretching Jay's jaw to its limit. The two men alternate, pounding his throat in brutal tandem, their cocks slick and unyielding against his straining lips. Jay's body trembles, humiliation burning through him as they use his mouth like a shared toy, grunts echoing off the cold walls. Wolf pulls out to slap Jay's face with his dripping shaft, marking him, while Rodrigo finishes with a guttural groan, flooding Jay's throat until he chokes on the hot spill. They laugh low, wiping themselves on his skin, leaving him locked and spent in the stocks' unyielding grip.