Evan Jordie Gets Edged By Miles Fallon & Van Darkholme
Pvt. Evan Jordie, Dr. Van Darkholme, and Pvt. Miles Fallon turn a routine military physical into a sizzling, twisted power play—a “medical exam” where discipline melts into depravity. Evan, the ripped recruit, strides in naively, but Dr. Van’s cold smirk says it all. “Strip. Now.” Evan’s shirt and underwear hit the floor, wrists bound behind him as Van’s hands roam his chiseled torso—“Testing… nipple sensitivity.” Evan’s protests die when Miles, the sly Private, kneels to stroke his cock to full mast. “Circulation’s perfect, Doc,” Miles purrs, thumbing the leaking tip.
Blindfolded and gagged, Evan writhes as Van’s fingers twist his nipples raw while Miles’ mouth devours his shaft, sucking with sloppy, wet precision. “Fail.” Van sneers, watching Evan’s hips buck. “Pathetic control.” The Hitachi wand arrives—pressed to Evan’s balls, vibrating his cockhead—turning the Private into a drooling, precum-drenched mess. “Beg,” Miles taunts, deepthroating him again. “Please—let me cum!” Evan chokes out, but Van just laughs, strapping him spread-eagle to the exam table.
Legs forced wide, Evan’s hole clenches as a buzzing vibrator teases his rim. Miles worships his feet—sucking each toe, licking the arch—while Van rams a cold metal plug into his ass. “Tighter than regs,” Van growls, twisting it deeper. The penis pump seals around Evan’s swollen cock, swelling it to obscene proportions as Miles mounts him, riding that throbbing meat with a “Sir, yes sir!” grin. Evan’s back arches, screaming into his gag as he erupts—ropes painting Miles’ chest.
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Van, done pretending, yanks the plug free and replaces it with his own dick, pounding Evan raw as Miles licks the recruit’s spent cock clean. “Passing grade,” Van grunts, filling his ass. “Report for… daily exams.” The camera fades on Evan’s wrecked, trembling body—proof that “military discipline” is just code for feral, unhinged lust.
