Jake Morgan Bottoms For Killian Knox & Rikk York

Jake’s situation just went from bad to “hold my beer” levels of insane. The guy’s so desperate to taste freedom he’s willing to sell his soul—or rather, every inch of his body—to the devilishly hot Warden Killian and the rock-hard guard, Rikk. Killian’s got this forged parole paper dangling like the world’s crudest carrot, and he’s getting his kicks watching Jake turn into a wanton slut, crawling over to unzip the warden’s fly with those pleading eyes.

Enter Rikk, all beefcake and swagger, who doesn’t bother with formalities. He just whips it out and smacks Jake’s face with his thick, throbbing erection. Jake’s eyes water, but he opens wide, taking Rikk’s length down his throat while the warden chuckles at the lewd display. Jake’s gagging, tears streaming down his face, but he’s a champ, taking it all like a pro.

Killian’s not one to just watch. He grabs Jake, flipping him over like a pancake, and before you know it, he’s buried balls-deep in Jake’s ass, no lube, just pure, raw pounding. The room fills with the slapping of skin on skin and Jake’s muffled moans. Rikk’s not about to be left out; he circles around, eyeing Jake’s wrecked hole, glistening with spit and desire. With a filthy grin, Rikk lines up and shoves in, turning Jake into their personal double-stuffed plaything. The two of them thrust in unison, turning Jake’s world into a dizzying spiral of pleasure and pain, until he’s nothing but a quivering mess, utterly, deliciously, and naughtily spent.