The garden was Wolf’s property. The view, the foliage, the courtyard, and the begging, panting boy pawing at his package—yes, he owns the moaning twink beside him, too. He has owned this ginger bottom’s body for several months now, repeatedly—in his office, in his country home, and now, in the garden of his estate.
The tall, hung top feeds the hungry twink of his king-sized cock patiently. He holds Caleb Anthony’s hand as the tiny gay bottom struggles to fit the whole length into his small mouth. Caleb works slowly, steadily nursing Wolf’s tip.
Mesmerized by the taste, his head bobs back and forth, taking everything Wolf has to offer. The doctor’s shaft slides past his lips, overwhelms his taste buds, and threatens the edge of his throat. The size difference between these two won’t slow him down—if anything, it just makes the twink hungrier.
Caleb isn’t alone in his hunger. A choir of birds praise the sight of Wolf stripping the twink bare of his striped shorts. The good doctor examines his boy closely, thoroughly, and patiently. Every crevice, every button, every inch of flesh is pressed, kneaded, tasted. The way Caleb’s expression melts in response to the doctor’s large hands and larger dick brings a smile to Wolf’s face. He can tell it’s time to claim his prize.
As their sweaty bodies collide in the patio shade, Dr. Wolf wonders where else on his property, and in the world, he can take his boy next. And what positions are left for him to be taken in…
