Miles Fallon Gets Used By Master Johnny Donovan

The phone call was simple. Miles Fallon needed what only Johnny Donovan could give him. Arriving at Johnny Donovan’s private space, Miles Fallon found the man waiting—a vision in a leather jacket and chaps that left nothing to the imagination. With a single look, Johnny Donovan commanded Miles Fallon to his knees.

Johnny Donovan’s hands tore away the fabric, his palms kneading the flesh of Miles Fallon’s chest. Each slap from Johnny Donovan was a sting that made Miles Fallon harder. Johnny Donovan bound a heavy rock to Miles Fallon’s balls, forcing him to crawl, the weight a constant reminder of who was in charge. Johnny Donovan’s crop landed sharp on his skin.

With a spider gag stretching his mouth wide, Miles Fallon took everything Johnny Donovan gave him. Bent over a wooden box, Miles Fallon felt the flogger from Johnny Donovan, then the deep, raw thrusts. Finally, bound and blindfolded, Miles Fallon felt the bite of clothespins from Johnny Donovan, a sharp contrast to the deep fucking that followed. As Johnny Donovan applied the electrical wand, Miles Fallon’s body clenched, and Johnny Donovan spilled his release across Miles Fallon’s face before allowing him his own climax.