Darkroom

Alessio Romero sits bound to a chair, naked and gagged, his eyes wide with fear. A hooded Tom Wolfe strides in, bucket in hand. He dumps the icy water over Alessio in one swift pour. It soaks him through, chills racing across bare skin. Tom grabs a pole tipped with a glowing bulb. He brings it near, the heat licking at Alessio's drenched flesh. The bulb brushes his nipples first, then dips low to tease his scrotum, grazes his face. Alessio trembles, body quaking. But panic flips to raw desire when Tom leans in, pressing fierce kisses to his lips. Tom's mouth descends, sucking Alessio's cock and balls with hungry pulls. Lust surges free. Alessio lunges forward with his tongue, burying it deep in Tom's hairy asshole, then lapping at the musky pits. He gulps down Tom's swollen cock, throat working greedily. Alessio reclines, offering himself. Tom thrusts in hard, jabbing his hole with relentless force. The pounding builds as Alessio climbs on top, riding Tom's thick pole with urgent rolls of his hips. Then he drops to all fours. Tom screws him from behind, doggie-style, each slam deeper than the last. Alessio strokes himself fast, erupting in a hot spill. Tom pulls out and unloads, smearing cum across Alessio's back in sticky ropes.