Brutus in Action 3 (Patreon)

In fact, Brutus found the idea of fucking them all suddenly so compelling that he lifted up Ward and carried him over to the next bath where a hot dude was stroking a hefty piece of meat. Brutus plopped Ward down on that sausage and laughed to himself as Ward began riding it as if it was the same cock that had been ramming him for the past half hour. Then he turned to the massive ape that had been standing behind them, his dick dripping, his face all agog at the sight of Brutus showing Ward why Brutus deserved to be so desired, and he said softly, but with authority, “grab them ankles.” The hairy ape complied without taking time to think. Brutus loved a fine, big, muscled ass, and this boy had one in spades. After checking it out with spit and a couple fingers, he slid his thick cock in to the hilt. Warm. Tight. Just how he liked it. He wasn’t really surprised when he heard the sound of someone approaching, or when he sensed a muscled body dropping to its knees, or even when he felt that warm, moist tongue digging into his bunghole. He loved having his pucker tongued, and this guy was clearly an aficionado . Brutus built a nice rhythm, sliding into monkey boy’s tight cunt, moving back to let the eager tongue feast on his hole. Giving in to his urge for Ward was turning out to be the best decision he’d made all day.