"Spread 'em, bad boy," Argos growls, his eyes scanning Wesley Woods' tattooed body. Wesley, handcuffed and at Argos' mercy, feels a shiver of anticipation. Argos starts slow, running his hands over Wesley's firm ass, then dives in, tongue first, rimming Wesley until he's begging for more. Argos unzips, presenting his thick cock to Wesley, who takes it like a champ, sucking and stroking until Argos can't take it anymore. He bends Wesley over, slamming into him raw, his hips pounding Wesley's ass until they're both sweaty and spent, Argos pulling out just in time to cum in Wesley's waiting mouth.