A warm pulse flickered in his asshole, the Loop’s reward for flawless form. Gay sex One by one, memories surfaced: end‑zone roars swelling against his broad pecs, ring lights sliding over the even planes of his abs, dawn shifts where thick arms swung hammers for tips. Every fiber yanked taut. When the loop scanned John’s mind for the thought of to lick Muskelone’s toes, the crown rewarded the hunk by neurally polishing his glans.Muskelone lifted John’s chin. A drone swooped low, filming the faint rise and settle of chest, sweat tracing the central groove as viewers placed instant bids to sponsor single beads.John dropped into a full kneel, clasping his hands in pseudo prayer above his head. The program offered one escape: performance. Viewers across fifty states tuned in. He pictured high‑school bleachers, hometown cheers, days before contracts and collars. NeuroLoop rewarded John based on the review and allowed him to shudder waves of cum.A lens caught John’s reflection: colossal and lacquered in sweat.
