Champ Robinson’s meaty grip yanks Austen Jakobs’ head to the edge of the bed, shoving his fat, veined cock past Austen’s lips until the tip rams his throat. “Suck it deeper, bitch,” he grunts, thighs slapping Austen’s chin as he face-fucks him raw. Spit and tears streak the sheets, but Champ doesn’t let up—not until Austen’s gagging lubricates the shaft enough for what’s next.

Flip—Austen’s on his knees, ass in the air, Champ’s spit-slicked thumb wrenching his hole open. No lube, just a brutal, spit-shined stretch before Champ’s crown splits him. Austen’s scream dies as Champ buries every inch, hands bruising his hips. “Should’ve seen this coming when you eyeballed my dick at the gym,” he snarls, drilling into Austen’s prostate like a jackhammer.

Balls-deep breeding—Champ’s rhythm is relentless, the bedframe threatening to snap as he drives Austen’s face into the mattress. “Take… this… fucking… LOAD!” Each thrust punctuates the growl, until his swollen knot locks inside, pumping cum so thick it bulges Austen’s stomach.

No pullout. Champ collapses onto Austen’s back, keeping him pinned, stuffed, as ropes keep flooding. When he finally pulls free, Austen’s hole gapes, dripping. Champ slaps his ass, grinning at the lewd glurp of cum escaping. “Lick it clean. Then maybe I’ll let you breathe.”