Trenton Ducati is an incredible puppy trainer and when he gets Skyy Knox on his leash, Skyy will do anything to make his master happy. With a reward of recognition for being a good boy with every proper command carried out, from sitting to fetching, Skyy gets his belly rubbed and his ass patted. Skyy knows he's been a good puppy when Trenton moves from thumping his butt to rimming his smooth hole. Once Trenton is sure that Skyy is opened and lubed up he commands Skyy to suck his cock. Skyy once again pleases his master by slobbering all over the massive throbbing dick. As with everything pups do, they know there will be a reward and this time Skyy's reward for a proper dick sucking is Trenton planted balls deep firmly in his ass. Skyy assumes the position and lets Trenton pump away as the puppy pants and begs for more. The pup's warm hole feels amazing and Trenton works himself to the brink before he pulls out and gives Skyy the ultimate reward with a face and mouth full of cum. Skyy laps it all up as his trainer gives him permission to let loose. Happy to have their release, the two studs roll around in the grass and share Trenton's jizz by licking each other clean.

Business-suited Trenton Ducati was used on the street in broad daylight and tossed into a dark cell with a glowing monitor. Who knows how long he's been pent up there, strength fed gay porn? He is bewildered and mesmerized by what he sees on this monitor: men having wild uninhibited sex. His libido has reached its breaking point. He must have a taste of what he's seeing on this monitor 24/7. The desire is getting into his head. Are the five anonymous cocks that enter his cell and orally gangbang him real or are they figments of his manic, sexual imagination? (the monster cocks belong to their unseen owners: Josh West, Adam Killian, Tommy Defendi, Angel Rock and Luke Milan) Are the loads of these massive dicks real or just a fantasy to relieve and release? No matter if this facial orgy happens or not, Trenton's dazed state ends with his face covered with five loads, and him finally releasing a huge load of his own.

Scott Hunter enters a cavernous room that looks like it was once a locker room, but now it is filthy and rust stains streak the walls and floor. He hears a noise, and finds Trenton Ducati, in a business suit, collapsed in a shower stall. Trenton is dazed and soaking wet, as if he were thrown semi-conscious into the stall and someone turned the water on. Seeing Scott, Trenton lurches to his feet. As if the hairy and muscled body before him will provide sustenance, Trenton grabs Scott's ass, spreads the cheeks and leads with his tongue. Without removing his clothes, Trenton frees his cock and plunges it into Scott's ass. Scott reacts as if it were his duty to resuscitate Trenton this way. Over the course of their copulation, Trenton sheds his clothes. He stops fucking Scott long enough to suck him briefly, then they resume fucking with Scott sitting on Trenton's shaft, which curls its way into Scott's hole like a fat serpent. They kiss while they fuck. They move into a 69 position, a continuous chain of cock to mouth that gives both of them the option of sucking or rimming. Satiated, Trenton shoots into Scott's mouth and Scott aims his jizz on the floor.