Garrett, the ringleader of this debauched gathering, guides the young boy to the center of the room. The teenager's eyes dart nervously from face to face, taking in the hungry gazes of the older men surrounding him. As the boy's discomfort grows, so does the tension in the room. The scent of sweat and precum mingles with the faint aroma of urine as the boy's bladder reaches its breaking point. With a soft sigh of relief, the boy lets go, his underwear darkening as the warm liquid flows through the fabric. The elders, their cocks now rock hard, can't help but groan in appreciation, their hands working feverishly as they watch the boy's every move.