In a gritty, dimly lit room, a towering ebony hunk, muscles rippling, kneels before a thick, eager cock. His eyes, hungry and desperate, locked onto the prize. He's not gay, not really, but money talks, and his mouth follows, opening wide to take in the throbbing length. The cock, veiny and stiff, slides over his tongue, hitting the back of his throat. He gags, but the money in his hand spurs him on, his head bobbing faster, spit dripping down his chin.