Derek Kage Dominates Vander Pulaski in Kinky Stepbro Reunion
Starring: Derek Kage, Vander Pulaski
Let’s cut the prison-yard poetry. Derek Kage rolls up in full fetish regalia; black latex boots, leather gloves, the works; and Vander Pulaski is already on his knees before the door latches. No small talk, no “how was your bid?” Just a slow, deliberate boot planted on Vander’s chest, pressing him into the carpet while Derek peels off his own shirt to reveal the kind of abs that make subs forget their own names.
The CBT starts gentle: a teasing finger tracing the outline of Vander’s balls through his briefs, then a sharp tug that pulls a whimper out of him. Derek makes him inhale the musk from his unwashed pits like it’s a privilege, then rewards the obedience with a sloppy, open-mouthed blowjob that leaves Vander’s cock glistening and his thighs trembling. The slap to his nuts is sudden, stinging, and exactly what he needs to keep him on edge.
Crop, Rope, Repeat
Vander’s wrists are bound behind him, knees spread wide, asshole exposed. Derek circles him with a riding crop, tapping the flat of the leather against Vander’s sac until the skin blushes pink and a slick bead of precum drips from his slit. The crop disappears, replaced by Derek’s tongue – wet, insistent, lapping at Vander’s hole until he’s pushing back, begging without words. Derek doesn’t let him come; he just flips him onto his back, straddles his face, and grinds his ass into Vander’s mouth while he strokes himself.
The clothespins come next, pinching the sensitive skin of Vander’s nipples and inner thighs. Derek watches the way Vander’s breath hitches, the way his cock jumps every time the metal bites down. He pulls them off one by one, letting the blood rush back in, then feeds Vander his own precum from his fingers like it’s communion.
Fucked, Filled, Finished
Derek’s cock is thick, uncut, and already leaking when he finally pushes inside. No warm-up, no mercy: just a slow, deep thrust that makes Vander gasp. The fucking is rough, rhythmic, the kind that leaves bruises in the shape of fingers on Vander’s hips. Derek pulls out just long enough to flip him onto his stomach, yank his hips up, and slam back in. The 69 that follows is messy, desperate, both of them chasing the edge until Derek cums across Vander’s face with a grunt.
The finale is pure humiliation: Derek makes Vander stroke himself while he watches, his own cock still half-hard, until Vander’s cum splatters across his own chest. Derek doesn’t clean him up. He just stands, adjusts his gloves, and leaves Vander panting on the floor like the perfect, ruined sub he is.
