Brody Fox has chosen the most inappropriate place to pitch his tent. Little does he know that local hunter Colt Spence wants him as his slave in his perverted BDSM game. Colt’s gaze sweeps over Brody’s exposed form with barely concealed hunger. He discovers the treasure trove hidden within Brody’s bag—an arsenal of ropes, floggers, and instruments of pleasure and pain. Colt’s eyes gleam with ill intent as he cuts away the last vestiges of fabric concealing Brody’s naked body. The younger man’s shame is palpable as his cock bobs free in the open air, vulnerable to Colt’s cruel laughter.
Colt’s firm hand encircles Brody’s shaft with expert ease. He strokes Brody’s length with rough efficiency—the manacles of his grip tightening with each ruthless pump. The pleasure teeters on the precipice of pain, threatening to spill over and consume them both. Colt toys with his captive, teasing him with Brody’s own flogger—its many tentacles caressing his sensitive cockhead, eliciting a guttural moan from deep within Brody’s chest. Colt revels in the younger man’s torment—the power intoxicating as he mercilessly flogs Brody’s exposed flesh. The supple skin of his abdomen ripples under the assault, while his nipples stand at attention—erect and painful. Each strike echoes through the woods, accompanied by the muffled screams of a man on the verge of losing himself to primal ecstasy.
With a sadistic grin, Colt tosses poor Brody into the back of his tent—the canvas a pitiful barrier against the violent storm brewing within. Here, he forces Brody to his knees, his binds cutting further into his skin as he is made to worship Colt’s mighty cock. The dominant man’s shaft is thick and veiny, a veritable weapon of mass seduction. Colt thrusts his hips forward, the tip of his cock brushing against Brody’s lips—painting them with the promise of impending pleasure. Brody opens his mouth, allowing Colt to use him in the most carnal of ways.
Colt watches with pleasure as Brody takes him in—his full length disappearing within the younger man’s eager mouth. His hands tangle in Brody’s hair, gripping and guiding him further down on his shaft. Colt relishes the feeling of power as he fucks Brody’s face—each brutal thrust forcing a gag from his captive’s lips. The tent walls tremble as Colt reaches his breaking point—his cock swelling in preparation for release. He pulls out, his orgasm denied for now as he turns his attention to Brody’s defenseless ass.
Brody’s slutty, gaping hole begs for Colt’s attention. Colt plunges his fingers into Brody’s cunt without warning—the slick heat a welcoming embrace. He stretches and prepares the whore before him—his actions callous and unforgiving as he readies his captive for his own pleasure. Brody, tears streaming down his cheeks, can only whimper as Colt takes ownership of his body—the burning in his ass an all-too-familiar reminder of his place in this sordid affair.
Colt’s cock slides into Brody’s hole with ease, the younger man’s ass already stretched and ready for his captor’s use. Colt thrusts forward, his balls slapping against Brody’s abused flesh. His grip tightens around Brody’s hips, leaving angry red stripes as he pummels the younger man without restraint. The night stretches on as Colt continues to sate his twisted desires—using Brody’s body as he sees fit. The younger man hangs there—suspended and bound between the trees—his mind lost to the pleasure and pain of his situation.
As he succumbs to the never-ending cycle of ecstasy and agony, Brody can’t help but wonder what new depths of depravity await him as this brutal game of dominance and submission continues.
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