Well-Directed Curiosity: Muscled Madison & Harrison Todd

Todd startles as President Madison enters, catching him with a magazine of explicit male images. Madison’s gaze flicks between the photos and Todd’s flushed face. “Curiosity is natural,” he murmurs, sitting beside him. “But restraint is divine.”

Todd swallows hard as Madison’s hand rests on his thigh, fingers tracing the bulge in his pants. “I can teach you,” Madison whispers, unzipping Todd and freeing his hard cock. “Touch yourself,” he commands, his voice low. Todd obeys, his fist pumping slow, eyes locked on Madison’s face.

Madison leans in, his tongue licking a stripe up Todd’s neck. “Feel the temptation,” he growls, his hand replacing Todd’s, stroking faster. Todd moans, hips bucking, as Madison’s other hand grips his hip, fingers digging in. “But resist,” Madison whispers, his mouth hovering over Todd’s ear. “Resist the urge to spill your seed.”

Todd’s breath comes in ragged gasps, his body trembling as Madison’s pace increases. “Almost there,” Madison murmurs, his cock pressing against Todd’s thigh, hard and leaking. Todd’s eyes roll back, his body tensing, but Madison’s grip tightens, holding him back from the edge.

“Good boy,” Madison praises, releasing him. Todd collapses, breathless, his cock throbbing. Madison stands, adjusting his pants, his own arousal evident. “Remember,” he says, voice stern. “Restraint is key.”