Seamus O'Riley finds himself in a situation he never imagined. Bound to a St. Andrew's cross, his eyes water as a thick cock forces its way past his gag, stretching his jaw. The room is filled with the sounds of wet, sloppy gagging as the men take turns using Seamus' mouth. His body tenses as a finger, slick with lube, pushes past his asshole, fucking him slowly while he's forced to deepthroat another cock. The men, their bodies slick with sweat, use Seamus' holes mercilessly, their grunts of pleasure filling the room.