"You never get to see cocks this beautiful," @kylemichaels98.bsky.social said. Showing his commitment then flashing me his smile. He opened is mouth wide preparing his throat. Then he launched onto me. Using his tongue to send me into a spiral of pleasure.

Marked him when he gave me what I wanted.

He was tight. The kind of tight that demands patience and precision. I pressed into him slowly. His walls gripped me as the pressure rolled through his spine. @southerntwinkxxx.bsky.social gasped. Preparing himself for what was coming.

The way this twink holds onto me brings out my most possessive instincts. I mount his body. Guiding him with firm hands. Steady thrusts pushing deeper and deeper. He sees submission as his purpose, and he's promised me his complete surrender.

This is perfect submission. Tilting his head and adjusting his throat to accommodate my curve. I reach between his legs. @sawyerdixon.bsky.social spreads them instinctively. Accepting my hand. No flinching. No fear. Just total trust in me.

The way @sawyerdixon.bsky.social wraps his mouth around me. His eyes locked on me. That's devotion. That's obedience. He takes it all. For me. That’s what separates a good boy from the rest. He knows this moment is about my pleasure.

“Does it feel good?” @liamcyberxxx.bsky.social asked. Basking in the weight of my body pressing down on him. Sweat dripping onto his skin as his big brown eyes locked on mine. "Fuck, yeah," I replied. He felt incredible.

This is how I break him in. With control. Every inch of my stroke lands with intention. His body moves on instinct. His skinny waist dancing under me telling me he's ready. Once I know @southerntwinkxxx.bsky.social can take my long stroke, I give him the deep one. Heavier. Purposeful.

He’s a quiet boy, but he promised me he never backs down from a challenge. That got my attention. Eager to be filled, he flexed his hole around my dick. That kind of submission fuels me. It makes me thrust harder. Deeper. Stronger. And @charlywillinsky.com rose to the occasion.

I constantly alternate between tension and release when I'm with @kurtblanko.bsky.social. Even when he thinks he knows what’s coming, a sharp thrust reminds him, I got this. “You’re alright,” I tell him. Wrangling him back under me. There's no pulling away from me when I apply this pressure.

You can see it in the way @kylemichaels98.bsky.social relaxes. The way his breathing changes to match the pace I’m setting. Trusting me to lead. He gives me his body. He gives me his focus. And his attention never drifts away from me.

“You’re deep,” @kylemichaels98.bsky.social gasped. Seizing under the pressure then settling into my presence. His hole softened and his breath slowed as he looked up at me. His body understood what was being asked of it. Now his hole recognizes me. And I can have my way with him.

It’s a beautiful thing feeling @eromancerx.bsky.social surrender to me. Absolute and necessary. His eyes locked on mine. Waiting for direction. Opening his body to me inch by inch. Breathing through the stretch. His pleasure is no longer his to control. His body is mine now. Mine by right.

I wanted my trophy. A pic of his pretty ass with my teeth engraved on it. But @kurtblanko.bsky.social was horny. With barely enough spit lining his hole, he slid back onto me. Teasing at first. Then hungry. Back arched. Opening more. Until the fullness of my dick was lodged deep inside him.

I was never meant to blend in.

This man is fearless. Fully exposed. Outdoors. On camera. He lives for the thrill. Dillon Stone is always horny, always hungry, and always ready to take more of my dick. And I never leave him wanting.

Every grunt tells me exactly how deep I’m pushing inside him, and I use that. The louder he gets, the more deliberate I become. Stretching his hole and pushing him to his limit. I can feel him working hard to keep up. I love watching Dillon Stone break for me.

Being inside Bobby Day is incredibly satisfying. He knows he’s being handled and he welcomes it. He listens. He's focused. And he takes direction well. That kind of patience feels good to direct. Even better to fuck.

He's beautiful in the way he surrenders. Chest open. Shoulders and abs engaged. Strong and receptive. Bobby Day is being a good boy because he likes pleasing me. He feels really good. And fucking this muscle boy makes me feel powerful.

He feels everything when I’m on top of him. My strength surging inside him. Shockwaves of pleasure barreling through his tiny body. Overwhelming him. He’s experiencing something he’s never felt before. He's experiencing heaven. He's experiencing me.

I lean in close to feel him react. Close enough for this twink to feel claimed. His moans bring something primal out of me. I feel the urge to bite his ass cheeks. To hear him whimper. To mark my territory. Leaving a clear message that Lʏɴɴᴏx was here.

I slid my dick inside this twink and coached him through taking it. Sometimes he’d tense up, then loosen and melt when he heard my voice. He was both tight and excited to feel me inside him. Congratulating himself each time he took a little more.

All I have to do is just sit back and take it in. The sight of @adrianhartla.bsky.social riding me. The strength in his legs. The control in his thick muscle ass. Every bounce shows off the work he’s put into that body. And I can feel his body working for me.

His moans are like music. Resonating. Revealing what he feels. The sting of my thrusts echoes in his voice. Clinging to me, he sighs in relief as I pull back. Only to cry louder when I fuck him harder. @eromancerx.bsky.social has tuned his body to mine. Shaped by my power and influence.

The moment @zanekazan.bsky.social spread his legs, his expression shifted from curiosity to amazement. His eyes grew wide. Letting me know the he felt safe and excited. Ready to follow my lead wherever I took him.

I mounted him. Covering his body. Pressing my weight on top of him. Every thrust pinned him deeper into the mattress. His body trembling under me. Grateful. Obedient. Stretched wide open for me. And he took it.

He's holding on to me. Like he doesn’t want to be anywhere else. @zanekazan.bsky.social trusts my strength. He trusts my control. His body connects with mine so easily. Letting me set the pace while he surrenders to it.

He arches his back. Presenting me his hole. I pin him down and drive in deep. Making sure he feels the full impact of my power aimed at at his heart. @eromancerx.bsky.social is my boy. Claimed and trained to take me. And every moan he makes is a reminder that he's mine.

I made it out of the gray and into the glow.

"It's your hole," he told me. Legs high. Hole twitching in anticipation. "Give it to me," I demanded. @sawyerdixon.bsky.social instantly opened wider. Moaning. Trembling. Hungry for me to break him in deeper. That's how a good boy responds.

His body is tight and toned. Pulling my face into his while he settles onto my lap. Like he can’t get close enough. His thighs trembling when his breath meets my lips. @zanekazan.bsky.social knows my body. He knows how I'll respond. He wants to feel my intensity.

He's learning to make room for me inside him. Relaxing, then gripping my shaft just enough to insist on the next thrust. His moans teasing me as he arches his back. Daring me to fuck him harder. @cruizytwink.bsky.social knows I enjoy a good dare.

It always feels natural with @sawyerdixon.bsky.social. He knows how aggressive I can be, and he accepts all of it. Arching his back to receive me. Bracing for my stamina. He's a skinny twink, but he holds his own. I push him hard, and he keeps coming back for more.

All I could focus on was the way Hunter Alexander held onto me. Arms tight. Breath shaking. Eyes locked on mine. Being inside him like this felt raw and intimate. This boy knows how to give himself to me. And I love how this twink does it.

I grabbed his wrists and eased in slow. Letting him feel the weight of me against his back. His fingers curled, responding to my movements inside him. Then he arched his back just enough to meet me. Giving me more space. More access. More of him.

My first thrust into his body made him gasp. I had this twink pinned under my weight. Guiding him through every inch. His skinny frame tightened around me, then softened when he heard my voice. “It’s a lot,” I told him as I pushed deeper. Feeling his resistance crumble.

His whole frame tightened around my dick like he’s trying to keep me inside him. Reacting to every thrust. His moans drive me wild. Urging me to go deeper. Fuck harder. @zanekazan.bsky.social knows how to feed my hunger. And I love taking advantage of his willing body.

I fucked him hard. Gripping his hips and driving into that tight body until my aggression melted into a deep, steady rhythm. @zanekazan.bsky.social took every thrust. Face down in the sheets. Ass lifting right back into me. Begging for the pressure.

He lifted his hips inviting me inside him. Melting under me as my sweat rained down on his chest. I could feel heat and passion radiating through @alurdun.bsky.social. The deeper I pushed, the more he opened up. And I wasn’t about to let that momentum go.

I eased into @alurdun.bsky.social. Letting him feel how hard he made me. The heat between us thickened as my strokes became sharper and more controlled. He stared back at me. I pushed harder. Making his body answer to mine.

The world moves with you when you own your power.

The moment I told him to arch his back, he lifted into position. “Yes, sir," he obeyed. Grateful. The deeper I went, the more he said it. “Yes, sir!" I held him down. Hammering at the deepest point I could hit. Then I emptied my load inside him while he moaned into the mattress.

His ass cheeks flex every time I push deeper. He buries his face in the bed. Doing his best to take it. I can feel him opening up. I can feel him giving in. Watching @adrianhartla.bsky.social melt under me is a view that never gets old.

I drilled into him slowly. Every roll of my hips made this twink tremble. I could feel the tension leaving his body. “Oh my god,” he moaned. Gripping my arms. I stayed steady. Buried deep inside him. Keeping him on the edge of intensity and pleasure. Ready to surrender.

I grabbed his hips and locked in. I built a rhythm that rocked his whole body. Stroke after stroke. Pinned in place face down while my chest dripped sweat onto his back. The sound of his cheeks clapping echoed off the walls. He didn't want gentle. @dtlabbboy.bsky.social wanted to be used.

I can't get enough of his moans. Breathy and desperate. Urging me to push harder. To test his limits. The sweat between us makes it feel even more raw. More alive. So I go deeper. His body trembles. Still, this sexy boy takes it. Beautifully.

Our skin was slick with sweat. Our breathing tangled. Our rhythm locked in. That’s what I appreciate about this boy. He gave me his energy. His focus. His warmth. And it pulled something powerful out of me.

It was beautiful feeling @kylemichaels98.bsky.social lose himself under me. Giving in to the pressure and pace I chose for him. When I pushed harder, he opened up wider and moaned louder. "That's my spot, boy," I reminded him. "Don't run.” I knew then I could do whatever I wanted with this boy.

There’s something addictive about a boy who’s already been molded by my touch. Like his body remembers me. He spread wider, took me smoother, and melted under the pressure like it was second nature. No struggle. No resistance. Only the kind of surrender that comes from a boy knowing his place.

What started as a test of endurance became a lesson in surrender. “Give me this hole, boy,” was all he needed to hear. He relaxed for me, connected to his breath, and opened up to the experience. Surrendering his trust to my stamina and skill. He took this pounding like a champ.