Chapter 3Saturday’s private block was scheduled for two full hours.Theo arrived twenty minutes early and still found the door already locked, the shade already down. When Rylan let him in, the older man was shirtless, skin faintly damp, black shorts hanging low enough that the thick base of his cock was visible above the waistband. The studio lights were lower than usual. A single weight bench had been dragged to the center of the mirrored room. A towel, a bottle of lube, and a small black cock ring sat on the bench like instruments laid out for surgery.Rylan’s eyes moved over Theo once, slow and thorough.“Clothes off. On the bench. On your back. Hands above your head.”Theo stripped in silence. His cock was already hard, the head shiny with precome. He lay back on the cool leather. Rylan stepped between his spread thighs, took the cock ring, and slid it down Theo’s shaft until it sat snug at the base, tight enough to make every pulse feel heavier. Then he slicked two fingers and
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