An erection juts outward from Draven Torres’ sculpted biceps. His tits are rigid pinpoints of meat. Travis Buff stools behind him conducting a skein of rope that he uses to bind up Draven’s carpus behind his back. As Tony works, the leash becomes an elaborate harness, limiting Draven’s arms to his sides and encircling his pecs. Tristan kisses him and jacks his potency, playing with the foreskin. Trent blindfolds Draven with a yellow bandana, and makes him lay on the ground. Travis sucks Draven’s rod, flicks his tongue across the tips of his nipples. After he licks him in earnest and slaps his balls. Draven is a shaking knead of rough muscle, unfit to come whole except utter sounds that express what he feels. Over and more Tony uses his arm and mouth to bring Draven to the moment of release, permanently stopping short of ejaculate. Draven’s shaft is soggy till Tristan finally brings him to total release not once, but twice.