Caleb felt the dildo pounding up and down throughout his donut hole. It was six inches long, four inches wide and made to be as rough as possible on his bruised skin. Drool dripped down the side of her chin and he was too focused on the penis pacifier in his mouth to try and wipe at it. The man was on camera live in front of thirty thousand getting his asshole fucked and he was completely anonymous.
This had become a part of his normal, everyday routine for the past two years. The twenty-six-year-old moaned behind the plastic cock in his mouth and tried to squeeze his thighs together. This ended up being completely impossible as the mechanical bull of a cock that was going into his ass was venomous.
He couldn't do anything besides moan and dribble from his little shrimp dick onto his dark skin. From across the room, two people stared at him with varying emotions. One was his cameraman and best friend since middle school, Kurtis. He had his bulbous cock out and was looking at the twink with hunger.
This primal desire was something the two had always for each other but could never fully act on. Kurtis was in the closet and had his head up his ass most of the time. Even now, with his slab of cock meat ready to roast some twink ass he would pretend Caleb was a random woman. Even though a woman didn't have such a fine pair of balls.