The boys, their bodies glistening with sweat, their asses ready, their cocks hard, line up, awaiting their turn. The daddies, their eyes scanning the line, their hands itching to touch, to claim, to possess, stop at a young, lean boy with brown hair. They approach him, their voices low, their words filthy. They strip him, their hands roaming his body, their eyes taking in every inch of his smooth skin. They make him touch himself, their voices encouraging, their eyes watching. They make him taste their cocks, their hands guiding his head. They make him theirs, their bodies claiming him, their cocks filling him, their hands fisting him, their moans echoing in the room as they fill him up.