Fly On The Wall

Cam Damage and Ten Against live it. Bondage at breakfast, bruises like badges. Ten tightens rope like he means it. Cam takes it like he was built for it. One night the ropes kept going. One night the cameras stayed on. Ten grips Cam by the beard, drags him down. Cam fights for every inch, then gives it up. Ten’s hand in his hair, Ten’s cock down his throat. Cam gags, eyes wet, throat working hard. Ten doesn’t let up. He sets the pace, slow then brutal, making Cam choke and hold. Every thrust forces another sound out of him. The ropes bite deeper the harder Cam strains. Ten watches every twitch. Cam’s eyes water, his lips stretch, spit runs down his chin. Ten pulls him in again. Cam fights. Ten wins. Over and over. Ten’s grip never slips. Cam’s throat never rests. The ropes hold. The camera keeps rolling.