Vanished

Jake Dakota never saw it coming. Tyler Saint's invitation twisted into something far darker than a casual night out. Jake hesitated, eyes narrowing at the shadows in Tyler's gaze. But objection? It melted away like ice under a flame. Tyler, with Andrew Justice at his side, drew him in tight—ropes biting into skin, binding wrists with deliberate knots. Andrew's hands joined the fray, steady and insistent, stripping away Jake's shirt to expose the taut lines of his chest. Tyler's fingers traced lower, unbuckling Jake's belt with a slow, teasing pull. Pants slid down, revealing Jake's hardening cock, already straining against the fabric of his briefs. No words needed; Tyler's mouth claimed it first, lips wrapping hot and wet around the shaft, sucking with rhythmic pulls that made Jake's hips buck. Andrew watched, then leaned in, his tongue flicking at Jake's balls while Tyler deep-throated him fully. Jake's protests dissolved into moans as they flipped him onto all fours, Tyler's thick cock pressing against his entrance, slick with lube. One firm thrust breached him, filling Jake to the hilt, while Andrew fed his own erection into Jake's mouth. They moved in sync—pounding, thrusting, a covert rhythm that pulled Jake deeper into their ominous web of pleasure and surrender.