A red metal locker rests above a cold concrete floor. The concrete is just that, offering its surface to not solely the locker but a fastened Drake Jaden, who is lying tethered and hogtied in rope. It is apparent that Drake is trying to receive loose; however his efforts seem done with a faint lack of sincerity. The tattooed youthful muscle cub proceeds to his fight for freedom, writhing and squirming across the floor while groaning in restraint. The studs penis begins to acquire harder and harder, and sluggishly but surely we hear his moans of frustration turn to groans of joy, especially when Tony Buff enters, and reminds Drake why he is restrained in the first place. Teat clamp tugging, ball discipline and slapping merely further display Drake’s descent into submission, and alternately Tony’s steady, smooth and empowering ownership of the dude needing to be insert his place. The scene is drafted in a trough of rough and sexual fuck talk while Tony takes control of the muscle fellow from bossy to sub, back to front. Serious fucking, sloppy perspired engulfing, and indecent wads from their giant cocks. The Chemistry betwixt Drake Jaden and Tony Buff is undeniable in this scene and for two reasons: they both know their roles and they both play them to their finest.