MAX KONNOR DESTROYS DYLAN HAYES
Title: Max Konnor Cruelly Ravages Dylan Hayes’ Tight Ass
The eye rolls back in their sockets. The mouth hangs agape, drool trickling down its chin. TheOnce-proud lad writhes and moans like a bitch in heatha. Max Konnor has reduced the supposedly “elite” Dylan Hayes to a depraved fuckdoll, and he’s only just getting started.
It began with a swift flip and a hard thrust. No foreplay, no warm-up, just Max’s massive ebony cock plunging into Dylan’s ass. The twink’s hole, pink and puckered, strained against the wicked invasion, yet it yielded to the crude assault. Max laughed, a dark cackle, as he forced his way inside. “Get used to this, bottom bitch,” he growled, “Your hole belongs to me now.”
Dylan tried to reach back, to make some futile gesture of submission. “Yes, sir,” he whimpered, submitting to the brutal pounding. He released pathetic little mewls with each commanding thrust of Max’s crotch against his ass. “Please, more!”
Max obliged. He fucked harder, faster, deeper, slamming home with all his considerable strength. His heavy balls smacked against Dylan’s sensitive sack with each forceful stroke. The black beast grunted like an animal, eyes gleaming with sadistic glee as he wrecked the pretty boy’s tight channel.
Dylan howled, back arching as Max’s cock rammed into his prostate. Tears streamed down his face, smearing the makeup exquisitely. He was sobbing now, mascara running black rivulets over his flushed cheeks. “Ohmigodohmigod! Yessirfuckmepleaseohgodtttt!” Incoherent babble spilled from his lips between sharp cries of pain and pleasure.
Max snarled in triumph. He flipped Dylan onto his back, lifting the flailing legs to rest on his shoulders. “Look at me while I break your cunt, slut!” he commanded, forcing the boy’s chin up with a calloused thumb. Dylan obeyed, morphing into the perfect set of holes for Max’s entertainment. He was just eye candy simply there for Max to use and abuse.
The overweight top grabbed the flexible limbs, oblivious to Dylan’s whimpers as he stretched the weak joints to their limits. He drove his dick deeper, the wet sounds of boyflesh ripped rudely apart filling the room. Dylan’s toes curled and his eyes rolled back, overwrought nerves sending conflicting reports to his brain. His cries dissolved into benumbed sobs as Max plowed him mercilessly.
Max sensed his end approaching. He squeezed the lithe hips, fingers sinking into the taut flesh hard enough to leave handprints. “Take it, whore!” he roared, fucking with vicious abandon. His cock jerked and spasmed as he emptied his balls deep in Dylan’s battered ass. Punt load after punt load flooded the guts of his conquest, marking the bottom as claimed, ruined.
Dylan quivered and wailed through each spurt that filled him, choking on snot andiusp. His intestines felt bloated and sore, gut swollen with the sheer volume of Max’s release. “Th-thank you, Master,” he babbled in exhaustion, “for r-ruining me…” He slumped against the couch in a near faint, utterly spent.
