Tristan Phoenix and Jimmy Fanz

Jimmy Fanz lies nude on a leather table, his wrists, knees and ankles securely bound. He’s lean, muscular and hairy, a carnal temptation to be bad. Bewildered at his predicament, he tests the ropes, causing his muscles to bulge and his cock to twitch. Tristan Phoenix, his captor, enters, twitching a riding crop. Demanding to know Jimmy’s Safeword, Tristan cracks the whip on his flesh. Jimmy flinches and squirms but refuses to cooperate. When Tristan unintentionally brushes Jimmy’s foot, he discovers Jimmy is ticklish and a new plan emerges to elicit the word he wants to hear. He tickles Jimmy’s feet, his ribs, his armpits. Jimmy writhes and giggles, spitting out one false Safeword after another. They sweat and the suspense fills their heavy cocks. Tristan clasps Jimmy’s upper body in his arms as he continues to tickle him, adding a few slaps. Jimmy caves. Tristan unties him, flips him onto his tummy, and fucks him. No foreplay or preliminaries: they’re both ready for this. Jimmy spreads his legs, the table up-ending his sweet butt at the perfect angle for Tristan’s cock to ram deep and hit Jimmy’s sweet spot. Jimmy’s cock begins spewing its juices onto the floor as Tristan lashes Jimmy’s chest with his cum.