VIP - The Hustle

Scott Riley strides into the pulsing heart of the nightclub, his clean-cut blond hair framing those piercing blue eyes. He's a gymnast-built hunk, chasing a dancer's gig under Sebastian Kross's watchful gaze—the man who rules the go-go boys with a firm hand. Sebastian's interest sparks; he craves a real taste of what this fresh meat brings. He strips down to snug briefs, vaults onto the platform, and unleashes a demo of the raw, teasing grind he demands. Scott follows suit, peeling off layers to reveal a lycra jock strap hugging his shaved-smooth body. Those thick, lickable thighs gleam under the lights, begging for touch. But Scott's moves? They falter, clumsy against the club's slick standards. Sebastian steps in, eyes locked, to school him on the art that fills pockets—especially the private lap dance that seals the deal. Using his own body as the lesson, Sebastian grinds slow and deliberate against Scott's muscled thigh, fingers tracing the ridges of those rock-hard abs. Now it's Scott's turn. Sebastian's cock swells, straining his briefs, and suddenly Scott awakens—his hips sway with a sensual fire Sebastian craves. No pause, no second thoughts: Scott offers up his mouth and that perfect bubble ass to Sebastian's thick, throbbing shaft. Sebastian takes him from behind, plugging deep in doggy style, sweat-slick skin slapping. 'Ride my cock,' he growls, and Scott obeys with flair—flipping through positions, owning every thrust. He unloads first, ropes of cum splattering across Sebastian's strong legs. Then he drops to his knees, chest bared smooth and ready, as Sebastian paints it with his hot release.