He was no longer just a man, but a living sculpture, a masterpiece to be ogled and worshipped by the eager eyes before him.As he rose from his bent position, the G-String snapped back into place with a satisfying smack. Gay sex Mark’s ass, already tender from the bachelor’s relentless assault, opened for Leo with a silent groan of submission. This is where we get our revenge.” He took Mark’s face in his hands and forced him to look up, their gazes locking in a silent battle of wills. The jockstrap was soaked now, the material clinging to him like a second skin. It was a strange prop for a strip show, but he’d learned to expect the unexpected at Velvet’s.He strode through the hallway, the music fading into a distant throb, the cacophony of the club giving way to the muffled murmurs of the private room. “You like it, don’t you?” the bachelor sneered, his eyes burning into Mark’s. The bachelor’s cock was a branding iron, searing away every last shred of his dignity, leaving only raw, animalistic need in its wake. He was no longer just a man, but a living sculpture, a masterpiece to be ogled and worshipped by the eager eyes before him.As he rose from his bent position,
