Crush Daddy Welcomes Jacob King & River Castillo To ASG
Jacob King and River Castillo are the fresh faces vying for a spot in ASG Auditions, paired with veteran Crush Daddy—the tattooed, Apollo-like superstar. The session starts with tension, driven by Crush Daddy’s unrelenting dominance—a force of nature honed through years of ruthless performances. His physique, a blend of Greek god and streetfighter, commands the room as he alternates between taunting Jacob’s desperate submissiveness (“You’re just a hole, boy—act like it”) and testing River’s untapped potential.
Jacob King, the 5’5” college student, is a study in contrasts: his boyish charm and tear-streaked face mask a bottomless hunger for cock. Fresh off a viral collab with Cade Maddox, Jacob’s reputation as a “fun-sized fucktoy” precedes him. He lives up to the hype, throatily devouring Crush Daddy’s thick shaft with gagging determination before presenting his tight, eager hole for a relentless pounding. His theatrics—over-the-top moans, arched-back pleading—are tailor-made for camera close-ups, ensuring every ASGmax subscriber feels his shameless neediness. Yet beneath the performance lies raw stamina; Jacob takes it from Crush Daddy and River without flinching, his ass clapping audibly as sweat drips down his trembling thighs.
Related Posts
River Castillo, the session’s wildcard, is a revelation. With his clean, tattoo-free body (save for a delicate butterfly on his hip) and boy-next-door smile, he initially reads as a passive bottom. But when River flips the script, mounting Jacob in a reverse-cowboy ride that shocks even the veteran, his switch energy ignites. River’s versatility is his weapon: he drills Jacob’s ass with feral precision while taking Crush Daddy’s cock from behind, his dick leaking pre-cum as he shouts filth into the mic. His ability to pivot from submissive (“Fill me up, sir!”) to dominant (“You’re mine now, pretty boy”) mid-scene adds chaotic momentum, leaving Crush Daddy visibly impressed—and subscribers scrambling to pick a favorite.
The chemistry is volatile, a three-way dance of power dynamics. Crush Daddy orchestrates the chaos like a conductor, edging himself to prolong the agony/ecstasy of his partners. He spits on Jacob’s hole before spearing it raw, then pins River’s wrists to the bench, demanding eye contact as he rams into him. The visual highlights are relentless: Jacob’s face glazed in cum, River’s butterfly tattoo quivering with each thrust, Crush Daddy’s tattooed biceps flexing as he manhandles both rookies. The finale is a messy crescendo—Crush Daddy erupts across Jacob’s flushed cheeks while River jerks himself onto Jacob’s gaping hole, creating a sticky tableau of debauchery.
For ASGmax subscribers, the stakes are visceral. Votes will decide which rookie survives this pornographic Hunger Games. Jacob’s appeal lies in his relentless bottom energy—a cock-hungry underdog built for rough service. River’s edge is his unpredictability; a chameleon who fucks as fiercely as he submits. Crush Daddy, ever the strategist, grins through the aftermath, knowing his role as gatekeeper is secure. But the true verdict? That’s in the hands of the fans. Will they crown the submissive twink or the versatile upstart?
