Darkroom

Samuel Colt and Sean Everett awaken bare and trembling, eyes wide with terror. Thumbs clamped in tight manacles behind their backs, cocks trapped in unyielding metal chastity belts, mouths gagged with sweat-soaked jockstraps. A masked figure—Steve Trevor—hurls them to the cold floor. He unlocks Samuel's hands first. Then, with a swift thrust, he drives a gleaming silver plug into Samuel's asshole. The intrusion burns like fire; the burly man whimpers, a low, broken sound. Once the plug seats deep, Samuel presses close to Sean, seeking solace in his warmth. But duty calls him crueler still. He must return the favor. Fingers shaking, he slides a silver dildo into Sean's tight hole. Power surges through Samuel then, a dark thrill. He unleashes his pent-up fury, lips wrapping hungrily around Sean's uncut cock, sucking with raw, lustful greed. Fear fades like morning mist. The friends surrender to the heat of skin on skin. Sean buries his face in Samuel's ass, tongue plunging deep into the plugged crevice. Samuel answers with force, pinning Sean and fucking him hard up the ass. Each steady thrust builds the rhythm, relentless as a heartbeat. They crest together, bodies shuddering, spilling thick ropes of manjuice across sweat-slicked flesh.