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The video opens to a handsome, rugged man, clearly recording on his phone camera. He's in his late-twenties to early-thirties, with broad shoulders and a muscular build. He's dressed in a faded T-shirt and red jacket. His skin is warm and tan. He has dark, wavy hair framing his cheeks, and a short beard covering the square angles of his jaw.
He smirks at the camera, before angling it to look to his right.
There's another man sitting in the seat next to him, and a window in the background showing a street moving past. His companion is significantly older, forties to fifties, with long, graying hair in a low ponytail and a beard. His build is willowy, and he's wearing a tunic top, brown cardigan, and leggings. Barely visible, his right leg is in a brace, and there's a cane resting between him and the wall. His skin is very pale, and his face is angular with high, sharp cheekbones. There’s a beauty mark on his upper-left lip. He's frowning while typing something into a phone.
The camera continues to pan, showing the interior of a half-full bus. Context shows the two are seated at the very back, and the closest people are two rows ahead.
The camera turns back around, focusing on the second man. The image jerks slightly a few times, and when it stabilizes the steadiness of the frame implies it's been set down or hooked into something. The first man’s hand reaches into the frame, and lands on his companion’s left thigh. The size difference is obscene; the younger man’s hand spans more than half of the older man’s leg halfway up. The second man doesn't react.
The hand slides up higher, fingers curled into his inner thigh in a manner that is overtly sexual.
The older man startles and looks to his left, his amber eyes wide. Then he looks directly at the camera, and his face twists in what might be anxiety. He glances back off-screen, and mouths something urgently. The hand on his thigh slides higher, rucking up his shirt, until it's just brushing his crotch.
He audibly whispers, “no!”
The voice that responds is soft, but not whispered as it says, “yes.”
There's a few seconds where the older man doesn't move, and it's implied he's staring at his companion. Then he straightens a little, looking over the camera furtively, before shrinking back down into his seat. He goes back to typing on his phone, but his hands are visibly shaking.
The hand on his leg starts kneading into the muscle, in a way that brushes against his groin with every movement. Then the hand reaches further to his other thigh, fingers on top, thumb rubbing over inner thigh and crotch together.
Then the younger man abandons pretext, and cups the older man through his pants. The second man bites his lip, and doesn't look up. The middle two fingers of the hand press in and start deliberately rubbing up and down, up and down and back up, and then little circles. This repeats several times, until the older man’s legs are trembling.
“Jayce,” he hisses, a hint of an accent audible.
“Better be quiet, V,” ‘Jayce’ says.
Abruptly, the hand reaches up, grabs the waistband of ‘V’s leggings and shoves underneath. The fabric is tight and elastic, showing a clear outline of the fingers rubbing in circles over a bump, and then sliding lower and curling in. The older man drops his phone into the cupholder and covers his mouth with one hand, his eyes squeezing shut. The hand continues rubbing him, roughly.
“You're so wet,” the younger man says. “You're gonna soak through your pants if you don't pull them down.”
V shakes his head tightly, eyes still closed.
The hand in his pants speeds up, until slick noises can faintly be heard, along with a quiet whimper.
“C’mon,” Jayce coaxes, “show the camera your cute little pussy.”
The older man doesn't move.
A bit of Jayce’s hair, and the tip of his nose, emerges from off-screen as he leans in.
“Do it,” he says, “or I’ll make you fucking scream.”
V shakes his head again, but he reaches down and lifts his hips so that he can push his leggings down to the middle of his pale thighs. His public hair is graying and neatly trimmed, and mostly covered by Jayce’s hand. Then the hand moves, dragging up between shining, pink lips and spreading to show the camera. V’s pussy is visibly wet, as is the hand. His clit is red and swollen, rising above his mound.
Jayce’s voice says, “no underwear too, you whore.”
V starts to hiss, “you’re the one who hasn’t done-”
He cuts himself off with a little squeak as the hand roughly pinches his clit. After a pause the fingers loosen and start stroking him off. V’s hips are shaking. The hand slides down to rub his entrance, collecting fluid, before returning to jerking him off. The wet sounds are audible again. This continues for a minute.
The hand slides down again, and this time the two middle fingers push inside V. The audio picks up a little crackle of noise. The hand starts a slow and deep rhythm of thrusting in and out, with the palm grinding against V’s clit. The older man hunches over, and the camera focuses on his face. His eyes are squeezed shut, thick brows furrowed, and he’s biting into the thumb of his own hand. There’s another beauty mark now visible under his right eye.
The hand, and the squelching sounds, increase in speed. V’s whole body is shaking now, and he starts whining behind his hand. His free hand jerks down to grab at the hand pleasuring him, but it starts fucking into him harder.
“Please, Jayce!” V’s voice is no longer a whisper, but a broken whine. “I ca-can’t be quiet, plea-ease…”
Jayce’s head leans further into view, so they’re nearly cheek to cheek. He’s smirking still.
He says, “I can’t do that, Vik. If you take too long we’re gonna get caught. You better hurry up and cum.”
Vik moans. It’s the first sound that’s definitely louder than the noises his cunt is making. He clings to Jayce’s wrist. The younger man is finger fucking him brutally now, fast enough for his hand to blur a bit and each impact to jostle V deeper in his seat.
“Oh god,” the older man gasps, “stop stop stop-”
He continues to chant the word ‘stop’.
Jayce talks over him to say, “come, right now.”
Liquid sprays everywhere. It splatters off of Jayce’s hand, still fucking Vik’s pussy, up his arm, and over the older man’s lap. V is making choking sounds deep in his throat, and his eyelids flutter, showing how his eyes are rolled back.
The hand doesn’t stop, thrusting over and over again. Vik grabs at Jayce with both hands, straining, but it does nothing.
He jerks again, and lets out a sharp, “ah!”
He squirts again, not as much fluid, but it makes his whole body contract inwards until only the top of his head and his legs are visible. The hand doesn’t stop until V makes a noise like a sob. The hand pulls away and Jayce moves entirely off screen. The older man doesn’t uncurl, and shakes in his seat.
Jayce laughs softly; “I can’t believe you fucking squirted.”
There’s rustling sounds near the phone. A few crumpled napkins land in V’s lap. The older man picks them up and scrubs at the droplets on his thighs clumsily. He shifts, and cringes.
“ Jayce, I soaked the fucking seat,” his voice cracks.
“Would you prefer to look like you wet yourself?” Jayce asks.
Vik squeezes the hem of his top between the napkins, before crumpling and throwing them up and to his left, implied to be at his companion’s face.
“Pull your pants up, slut,” Jayce’s voice says.
“I can’t , I’m sitting in my own puddle, you asshole.”
“C’mere, come sit on my lap, baby.”
Hands come into view and yank V’s knees to his left. One stays put, while the other disappears and reappears around his waist, and then he’s being lifted and dragged over. This leaves him halfway off-screen, showing his hip, side, and a flash of his face, which is flushed bright red all the way down his throat. Two hands, one pale one tan, pull his leggings back up, revealing a glimpse of his bare thigh and ass. There are two beauty marks visible, each with a yellowing bruise over them.
Both men shift around, mostly out of sight. There’s a pause, and then the video jerks as the phone is picked back up again. It turns to focus on Jayce’s face. The back of V’s head is visible where he’s tucked into his companion’s chest. Jayce looks darkly satisfied. The video cuts.
A still image sits on the screen, looking down at a cushioned seat. The fabric is visibly wet. There’s text over the image that reads, ‘he really was sitting in his own puddle’. The image stays on screen for about ten seconds, before the video cuts away.
Motion starts again, looking at a park table and bench. There’s some rustling off screen. The phone gets picked up to pan around the space. It’s outdoors in a lightly wooded area. The camera pauses in one spot and zooms in, showing that behind the treeline is a park in the distance, with blurry figures moving through it.
“Not too close, so you can make some noise, V,” Jayce’s voice says.
The picture blurs as the phone is moved too quickly, and it refocuses on the table and bench, implied to have been set down again. Vik comes on screen as he’s set down on the bench, facing the camera with his back to the table. He’s wearing the same clothes, visible from the chest down. It’s Jayce’s hands that were tight around his hips and lifting the slighter man up. Those hands ruck up his top again and yank his leggings down to his knees. This time they also grab his left leg and wrestle it out of the fabric entirely, leaving the pants hanging from the brace on his right leg. One hand slaps his inner thigh harshly.
“Keep your legs apart or I’ll tie you to the bench, got it?” Jayce’s voice says.
“Fuck,” Vik hisses, and spreads his legs.
His cunt is right in the center of the frame, and the skin under his bush is red and swollen. All across his left leg, and the visible part of his right thigh, are deep bruises of various ages. A few are yellow, and have a beauty mark in the center. The spot he was slapped is quickly reddening.
“You get four,” Jayce says.
“Four?” The older man snaps, sounding indignant.
“Yup. One each for when you told me no and to stop, and two for trying to make me.”
“Fuck,” V says again, quieter.
Footsteps crunch, and a thick thigh in jeans stops just in shot, slightly in front of Vik’s clothed leg. There’s a second of pause and then a blur of skin as a hand slaps V’s pussy with a loud crack . He yelps, back arching and hips lifting. His knees stay spread apart. Another slap, another sound of pain. On the third blow the older man shouts something that isn’t in English. The fourth comes down from above, hitting Vik’s clit, and he shrieks in pain. His knees stay spread apart.
The leg moves off-screen. More crunching, then the image shifts, and zooms in on V’s cunt. It’s a violent red, and his clit has a purple hue to it now. His body is heaving as he gasps for breath, and every exhale is punched out with a little ‘ah’. The image zooms out again. Crunching. The leg reappears.
The hand reaches down and cups Vik’s entire groin, squeezes. He whimpers.
“Who does this belong to?” Jayce asks,
“You,” V says, not as loud.
“And what can I do with it?”
“Whatever you want.”
“Uh-huh. Don’t worry, baby, I’ll keep training you so you never forget. What do you say?”
Sounding reluctant, the older man says, “thank you, papi.”
“You’re welcome, baby boy. Now, let’s try again.”
The hand pats V’s pussy, gently, and he flinches from it. It starts stroking his clit again, and he whines loudly.
“Ah! Gentle, please, please,” he says.
“Is your little cock sore?” Jayce’s voice sounds mocking.
“Yes,” Vik answers, his voice soft and high.
“Say it.”
“My little cock is sore.” He’s quiet but he doesn’t stutter.
The hand reaches down to his folds to collect slick and then returns, moving slow, gently tugging at his hood. V whines some more. As the hand continues stroking him, his sounds shift from pain to pleasure. His hips start thrusting into the motion. The other hand comes into view and lifts his top up, revealing a skinny chest, mastectomy scars, and more bruises.
“Bite. Hold it,” Jayce says.
The other hand returns and the shirt stays up. It pinches and plays with the older man’s nipples, and he moans louder.
“Such a little slut,” Jayce’s voice sounds fond. “Are you gonna come soon?”
“Yesh,” Vik’s voice is slurred.
The hand at his clit lowers, and three fingers curl inside his hole. The older man moans again. His thighs start trembling. The hand starts slow and increases in speed, until it’s back to ramming into his cunt. V’s noises turn guttural again, and his left knee pulls up but doesn’t close.
“Gonna squirt again?” Jayce’s voice asks casually.
“Uh-huh,” Vik’s voice shakes audibly.
“Kids play here, y’know. You’re disgusting.”
“ Jayce ,” he half sobs.
His body convulses again, skinny chest heaving and flexing until his shirt falls back down to cover it. The hand pulls out of him abruptly, and rubs harsh and fast on his clit. V wails, and squirts down over the bench. The hand doesn’t stop, and he writhes in place for nearly a minute.
“Give me another one,” Jayce orders.
“C-c-c-can’t!” Vik cries.
Jayce grunts, and the hand keeps rubbing for a while before slowing to a stop.
The older man inhales a noisy breath, and it comes out in sobs. His torso leans towards his companion, who steps in closer so V’s chest can rest against his hips. It’s implied that the older man’s head is resting against his companion’s stomach. He cries for a minute before quieting. His knees are still spread apart.
“All used up after three?” Jayce’s voice asks.
“I’m not a fucking teenager,” Vik replies, muffled.
Jayce laughs. “Let’s see if we can get to four.”
The older man moans, sounding unhappy.
“I know, baby boy. Papi will help you.”
The hands push V away until he’s twisted to the right on the bench, and then they grab him around the waist and lift him up. Jayce doesn’t make any noise of exertion. The younger man steps so that his legs are in the video, and then sits down at the bench with his companion spread across his lap.
“Let’s show off your pretty toy,” Jayce’s voice says.
The hands grab Vik’s hips and tilt him back. Something glints between his asscheeks. The older man’s hands lift above his head and back. It’s implied that he’s holding on to the younger man behind him. One hand spreads his cheeks, and the other delves between to pull a large butt plug out of him. The end is a red crystal heart. V moans softly.
The hand with the plug disappears, and there’s a quiet thud. Both hands go to the fly of the jeans, opening them up, reaching in, and pulling out a huge cock. The hands slap the top of it against Vik’s cunt, and he whimpers. From where he’s sitting on the younger man’s lap, it reaches all the way from his ass to the top of his bush. Comparison with earlier parts of the video confirm it’s almost as wide as his wrist.
The hands lift V’s body up, positioning his ass over the shaft. They hold him there with seemingly no strain, as white liquid begins to drip from his back hole. Only after a few drops have fallen free do the hands start to lower him down. An inch or two and Vik starts gasping. The hands don’t stop until he’s fully resting on the younger man’s lap, balls pressed to his ass.
“Tell the camera how much cum you have in you,” Jayce’s voice says evenly.
“Sihhh… Six loads,” the older man gasps.
“This will be seven.”
The hands lift V up a few inches, then drop him. He shouts. The hands lift him up again, and this time the cock fucks up into him as he falls back, and then repeats. He’s fucked at a ruthless pace that punches noise out of him with every thrust. The rhythm is perfectly even and doesn’t falter, no matter how much he writhes.
This pace continues for just over eight minutes, while Vik’s noises get progressively more desperate.
The first coherent words he speaks are, “please, please…!”
“Please what?” Jayce grunts.
“Papi!”
“God you're so fucking cute. C’mon baby boy, I'll help you.”
One hand stays to hold V steady, and the other reaches down and thrusts three fingers into his cunt. His voice breaks partway through a scream. The hand grinds rough circles over his clit and hole.
“How's it feel, baby?” Jayce is only just now starting to sound winded.
“Too much!” Vik cries.
“Can't be, you haven't come yet. Be a good boy for me, tighten up.”
V starts making choking noises, then goes silent and convulses again. Quiet grunts from Jayce are now audible as his thrusts speed up. Then, he moans once, and his hips twitch up in staccato bursts. When he lowers his body to the bench, Vik goes entirely limp in his arms. There's a pause.
Jayce's voice laughs, “fuck, he passed out.”
He stands, lifting V, then turns and lays him across the table. His body blocks the view for a couple seconds, then he steps off-screen towards the camera.
A pause, then the phone is picked up and carried over to the table. Vik’s legs are hanging off the end, unmoving, but the rapid rise and fall of his chest is visible as the camera pans up. It pauses at his face, curled in so it's not hanging off the edge of the table. A hand reaches out and slaps his cheek, not gentle. He doesn't respond.
Jayce's laugh sounds again. The camera travels back down and stops right in front of the older man's battered cunt. The butt plug is just visible between his cheeks. A hand appears to pull his lips apart, showing how swollen his entrance is. Two fingers press inside, and pull back with globs of discharge on them, which is wiped off on V’s pubic hair.
“All mine,” Jayce says.
The video ends.