Nate Karlton and Marc Dylan

Nate Karlton grips Marc Dylan’s hips, his belt holstered tight against his thigh as he shoves the gun into his mouth, forcing a chokehold that makes Dylan’s throat clench. The cuffs bite into his wrists, pinning him to the bed while Karlton’s fingers probe his asshole, slick with spit, before slamming inside. The bed creaks under their weight as Karlton lines himself up, his cock thick and ready, and drives into Dylan’s hole with a rough, unbroken thrust.