Bunker’s Cum Worship – Payne & Aries

Bunker Payne cowers in his kennel, hair damp, muscles taut from waiting. Jack Aries struts in-suit crisp, jockstrap tight-key dangling like a promise. He unlocks the cage with a slow grin, drags Bunker to the padded cube, and slams him face-first into the flesh. No warnings. No mercy. Thick cock spears deep, each thrust grinding bone into sinew. Bunker moans through gritted teeth, begging in silence for the cum he knows he doesn’t deserve. Aries doesn’t care-his load’s coming, but not yet. Not until Bunker breaks. Not until he pleads. The air’s thick with sweat, leather, and the stench of submission. This ain’t love. It’s ownership. And Bunker’s dying for it.