Brody Kayman Turns Jace Starr Gay
Jace Starr’s “straight” facade crumbles the second his girlfriend’s digit prods his virgin prostate. Enter Brody Kayman: PhD in Gay Conversion Cock.
No therapy—just dominance protocol. Brody pins Jace’s musclebound frame against the exam table, 10-inch specimen collector glistening with industrial-grade lube. “Diagnosis: repressed faggot,” Brody sneers, spreading Jace’s meaty cheeks to breach his clenched rebellion with sadistic precision.
Jace’s grunts twist into falsetto wails as Brody’s steel dick rams his prostate payday, fist yanking the ex-straight bro’s hair. “Beg for your new identity,” Brody growls, free hand smacking Jace’s quake-red ass raw. The ex-girlfriend’s Rolex? Launched out the window mid-pounding—irrelevant.
Climax is chemical warfare: Jace’s untouched dick erupts like a cum volcano onto the clinic floor as Brody’s seed grenade detonates his bowels. Post-nut clarity? Brody palms Jace’s drooling hole, whispering: “You’re the bitch now.”
Epilogue: Jace’s Grindr bio—“Former alpha hunting hung top to wreck me”—trends by midnight.
