Wild Game

Five strangers plunge into a depraved game orchestrated by billionaire tycoons Paul Wagner and Blain O'Connor. The rules are simple, brutal: race to the exit without getting hunted down and claimed. The reward? A cool million. Heath Halo draws the short straw. His hairy hole becomes the first prize for a feral Paul. Amid towering redwoods in the thick wilds, the tech lord lunges. He tears Heath's shirt away in savage pulls. Then, without pause, he crams his thick cock into Heath's mouth, forcing deep, unrelenting thrusts. Paul doesn't stop there. He bends Heath over, bare and raw, plunging into that furry, muscled ass. Fingers first, stretching wide and ruthless. Then his big daddy dick drives in, pounding without mercy. Heath unravels beneath the assault, left spent and exposed—naked in the dirt, tangled in leaves and underbrush, a conquered prize in the shadows.