JP Dubois and Issac Jones

A chauffeur driven car careers though a landscape of chimneys and factories, far from his usual city dwellings. In the black of night they turn into an industrial estate and pull up to a warehouse. The heavy steel doors screech and lurch open slowly revealing one man, tied fast to a chair in the middle of the dark, empty void. Without hesitation the vehicle races up to him and stops dead, blinding him with the full beams. The doors close, sealing them in. Helpless Issac doesn't struggle, he knows he has no chance of escape. The engine stops and the headlights remain on, the rear door opens and out steps JP. He ominously details the reasons for them being there. Grabbing his chin and calmly turns his face towards his “Where is my money?” He grabs the ropes from around the reverse of the chair, constricting him a little further. Unzipping his fly he tells him he knows what he should do if he wants to survive this. Face fucking the helpless guy is spurring JP on but he wants to test his loyalty further. Unbinding him, he rips open Issac's white shirt revealing his buff, tattooed and tanned torso. He sets to work on his arse, bending him over the chair that kept him captive, fucking so hard you can feel his euphoric mix of pain and pleasure, making him endure every thrust. Moving over to the bonnet of the executive Audi he is fucked over then flipped over. Banged to within an inch of his life and furiously cums up his tight stomach and muscular chest, JP pulls his dick out and angrily spills his load. Issac will not cross him again, JP will make sure of it.