Bastian Karim, Lobo Carreira & Viktor Rom – Gay Porn

Chapter 10: The Mafia – Servitude: I don’t pretend to have a good idea of ​​who holds more power within the Cabal’s framework, and frankly, I don’t really care. I know that my job is to be of service. Depending on who my client is that week, it may be better for me to remain in the dark about the details. When I feel like I’m about to be kidnapped, literally forced into limbo as a bag is slung over my head and I’m being abused the way these two, I think they call themselves handlers, have treated me, I sometimes wonder what I’ve really gotten myself into. They definitely get a kick out of asserting their power over me. They may be at the bottom of the totem pole themselves, so they feel it’s their duty to take out their frustrations on the holes I offer them. I’m not one to deny anyone that transaction. The larger of the two, Viktor Rom, seems confident that he can read me and take control of the situation, barking orders at me and his partner in crime, Lobo Carreira. They treat me in ways that far exceed my more dominant clients. I almost always feel one of their hands on my body, as if to hold me in place while they have their way with me; they playfully slap my cheeks as I service them in ways they like. As soon as Viktor pulls out his big uncut cock, my mouth instinctively begins to make it disappear. They position themselves on either side of the ottoman and giggle to themselves as I wriggle back and forth between their hardened members, Lobo even fucking me a little as I lubricate his shaft in my saliva, just to please my eager ass. Since I am bent over on all fours, it is so easy for them to spiroast me and pound me senseless. It’s clear to me that this isn’t the first time they’ve teamed up to kill time by sharing a horny hole; they both take their time pushing their cocks deep inside. It’s almost as if they can predict each other’s next move and reposition themselves accordingly, so that I always feel their presence with me. When they’re finally done using me, their loads spilling over my face and skin in yet another act of domination, the tension eases a little. Just when I feel like I’ve exceeded their expectations, Viktor orders Lobo to clean me up and fires that cocky grin my way one more time before assuring me that this won’t be the last time I see him. I’m not sure if that’s a promise or a threat…