Manhole 2

Luke Cassidy hangs chained against the wall, a delectable lure for any prowling beast. Dak Ramsey spots him and can't resist the pull. He closes in, fingers tracing Luke's skin with deliberate strokes. Soft kisses land first, then sharper nibbles along his neck and chest, stoking the fire. Dak yanks down Luke's trousers, exposing his hardening cock. He drops to his knees and takes it in, mouth hot and insistent, sucking with greedy rhythm. Luke twists against the restraints, every muscle straining in raw delight. Dak unlocks the chains, setting him free. Luke sinks to the floor on all fours, ass lifted high and vulnerable. Dak kneels behind, tongue delving into that tight ring, lapping and probing until Luke moans like a man undone. Then Dak rises, grips his thick shaft, and thrusts in deep. He pounds hard and relentless, skin slapping against skin, driving them both toward the edge. They flip the script. Dak stretches out on his back, legs spread wide. Luke mounts him, plunging into that hairy, welcoming hole with fierce intent. He rides with control, hips rolling in a punishing cadence. But hunger shifts again—Dak pulls out, stands over Luke, and shoves his cock between those parted lips. He fucks his mouth while stroking himself, veins pulsing under his fist. Climax crashes over them. Dak erupts first, flooding Luke's throat with thick spurts. Luke follows, his own release spilling in sticky ropes across Dak's thigh. They collapse, spent and slick with sweat.