Overview

Roman, the sexually insatiable college freshman, is back for another round of depraved adventures. He's secured an internship at Zimco Inc., where his boss seems determined to test Roman's sexual limits in every way imaginable. In the office, Roman can't seem to keep his clothes on as his boss, the receptionist, and a gang of associates take their turns with him. Back on campus, Roman's sexual exploits continue in the dorm showers and at the gym. Roman even hits the streets of Chicago, where he finds himself all tied up and the center of attention. But even though Roman is getting all the sex he can handle, he's still not satisfied. That is, until he meets a new sexy mentor who seems willing to show him the way.

"He checked in at the front desk and made his way to the locker room. Roman threw his bag in a locker along with his hoodie. It was getting late so the locker room was quiet and he took a moment to check himself out in the mirror before heading out to the gym floor. His tight, tiny shorts and stringer tank top barely concealed anything. He’d never worn anything this slutty to the university gym before, but he felt empowered by the sexual conquests of the prior week.
He flexed his muscular calves, then his quads. He turned around and made his bubble butt bounce a bit. You could see the straps of his jock through the thin fabric of his shorts. And if he bent all the way over, his shorts rode up, exposing the straps and the bottom of his butt cheeks. He hoped there’d be someone at the gym that night he could tease by bending over and exposing himself. He wanted more men’s eyes on him, wanting him, desiring him.
He flexed his toned, vascular arms. Making his biceps pop. Giving one of them a quick lick. He liked how hard they got when he flexed, like warm stone. His pecs were completely exposed in his skimpy tank and his nipples were hard from the cold air on the walk to the gym. He pulled the tank to one side and ran his hands along the ridges of his pecs and abs.
He was getting hard in his tiny shorts. His jock helped contain his erection a bit. But it made the bulge in his shorts practically obscene. This made him grin mischievously as he walked out onto the gym floor. His massive package swinging in front of him."

"Before he could reflect upon this too much, Ali pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his backpack. He pulled Roman over to one of the stalls and cuffed Roman to a pipe that hung from the ceiling. This left Roman facing toward the wall, his ass exposed to a growing number of lusting men who were gathering in the shower room.
Having all those men watching him was getting Roman really hard. As soon as he was restrained, he wished his hands were free so that he could stroke his cock. Maybe even slip a couple fingers up his hole. He starting writhing around, grinding his rock hard cock against the leather of his jockstrap. Of course, all this writhing also created quite a display for the horde of horny men. They all stood transfixed by Roman’s beautiful ass, framed by the straps of his jock, as he twisted and turned while suspended from the ceiling.
Ali gave his ass a hard smack.
“He’s all yours boys. This slut loves to be used.”
Roman could feel the energy in the room shift immediately. The men had been hanging out toward the periphery of the room, perverted observers. But after Ali gave them permission, they turned into a pack of hungry wolves.
They men closed in slowly, sizing one another up and subtly competing to see who would get the first crack at Roman’s perfect ass.
Roman closed his eyes. All he could hear was the shuffle of feet and the hot breath of horny men. Suddenly, he felt a hand across his throat and a wet mouth against the back of his neck. The man stood there for a second.