Depths of Desire, Part 1

Chris Porter wrestles against Tristan Jaxx and Girth Brooks, their strong hands pinning him down. They loosen his bonds just long enough to drag him to the St. Andrew's Cross, where they strap him tight, arms and legs splayed wide. The baby-faced kid clings to every ounce of resolve as they coax him—coax, hell, they demand—until his lips part for their cocks. He takes them in, one after the other, his mouth stretching around their girth. Relief flickers when Tristan drops to his knees and suckles Chris's cock, drawing out moans even as Chris gulps down Girth's thick shaft. But mercy ends quick. Girth seizes Chris's ankles, yanking his legs apart. Tristan dives in, jamming his tongue deep into that tight ass, licking and probing with hungry intent. The heat builds to a savage peak. These two rough tops trade off, pounding into Chris's hole and feeding his throat in relentless rhythm. It shakes him to the core, this raw onslaught, yet it ignites something fierce inside, pushing him over the edge. He cums hard, ropes of his load splattering free. They chuckle, low and wicked, then ease him back onto the cross to face their payback. Tristan goes first, erupting across Chris's face in sticky bursts. Girth follows, his hot jizz blasting so thick it seals Chris's left eye shut.