"A Groom's Forced, Filthy Weekend".

Group of older men, drugged young white muscular groom at his wedding. Sneaked him out of the venue and have fun with him for whole weekend. They popped his anal cherry and thoroughly deflowered him. Made love to every inch of his body before taking his virginity and filming all of it on camera.

The groom stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his cufflinks, oblivious to the plan unfolding in the adjacent room. Earlier, en route to his wedding, he was drugged by a mysterious stranger, a known associate among those older, married men present at the wedding. After leaving the ceremony, he was lured away to the lake house. The five men circled him, each holding a bottle of whiskey. The intrigue was palpable, and the groom blinked, disoriented, looking into their degenerate eyes. They moved closer, hands roaming, lips brushing against skin. He stumbled, his world spinning. Their leader—tall, broad, with a silver beard—smirked. "You're ours now, boy. Time to really get fucking married." One of the men grabbed his chin, forcing a kiss. He tasted whiskey and salt, the man's tongue probing roughly. Another gripped his shoulders, fing tips digging into his flesh, and a third ran a hand down his chest, pinching his nipple through the thin fabric of his shirt. He gasped into the kiss, his body responding despite the fog in his mind. They peeled off his clothes, revealing his muscular, flushed body, insane to behold. It was the older gentlemen’s first time getting to see a body this ripped in person, and he shivered at the anticipation of what came next. They pushed him onto a bed, hands and mouths everywhere, exploring every inch. The groom moaned, a sound of confusion and arousal mixed. His body arched as a mouth closed around his nipple, sucking hard. Another man knelt between his legs, running a tongue up his inner thigh, inching closer to his cock. He whimpered, his hips bucking slightly, feeling something inherently dirty and primal — and it turned him on like never before. A hand gripped his cock, stroking slowly, while another man positioned himself between his thighs, tongue licking his balls. "First time?" grizzled voice asked, laughter in his tone. "You're going to love this." “What will you do to me?” the groom asked, whimpering. "You’ll see.” They moved aside his dick and began eating and licking his asshole in a way that left his knees shaking. "The best part is someone filmed it,” they mused, pulling up their peckers. “So she’ll never know.”

One of the men, a burly figure with a thick mustache, leaned in, his breath hot on the groom's ear. "You're going to take all of us, boy. One by one, until you're dripping with our cum." The groom's eyes widened, but his body betrayed him, a shiver of anticipation running down his spine. The man with the silver beard chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "That's it, boy. You like that, don't you?" Another man, lean and tattooed, moved up to the groom's head, his cock hard and ready. "Suck me, boy. Show us what you can do with that pretty mouth." The groom hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth, taking the man in. He tasted salty and musky, and the groom moaned around him, the sound vibrating through the man's cock. The tattooed man groaned, his hips thrusting gently. "Fuck, yeah. Just like that." The man between his legs looked up, his tongue pausing its licking. "You like that, boy? You like sucking cock?" The groom couldn't respond, his mouth full, but his body did. His hips bucked slightly, seeking more contact. The man laughing below him returned to his task, his tongue delving deeper, probing his asshole. The groom moaned, the sound muffled by the cock in his mouth. The silver-bearded man moved to the side of the bed, his cock in his hand, stroking slowly. "Look at you, boy. You're a natural. You're going to love this weekend." The tattooed man gripped the groom's hair, pulling him off his cock. "Switch," he said, moving to the side of the bed. The silver-bearded man took his place, guiding his cock into the groom's mouth. The groom sucked eagerly, his head bobbing, his body alive with sensation. The man between his legs stood, his cock hard and glistening. "My turn," he said, moving to the side of the bed. The silver-bearded man moved aside, and the man took his place, his cock pressing against the groom's lips. The groom opened his mouth, taking him in, his body writhing with pleasure.

The man with the thick mustache, watching the groom's head bobbing eagerly, growled softly. "Fuck, that's hot. But I need some of that mouth too." He moved to the groom's side, his cock thick and veiny, brushing against the groom's cheek. "Look at me, boy. Show me how much you want it." The groom turned his head, his lips parting to take in the mustached man's cock. He sucked eagerly, his tongue swirling around the head, eliciting a deep groan from the man. The tattooed man, not wanting to be left out, moved behind the groom, his hands gripping his ass cheeks, spreading them wide. His tongue trailed down the groom's spine, making him shudder, before diving into the crack of his ass. The groom moaned around the mustached man's cock, the vibrations making the man groan. The tattooed man's tongue was relentless, licking and probing, preparinh the groom for what was to come. The silver-bearded man, not to be left out, moved behind the tattooed man, his hands roaming over his back, his cock pressing against his ass. "Fuck, yes," the tattooed man groaned, pushing back against the silver-beard. "Get me ready, old man. I want to fuck this boy's ass while he sucks that mustache off your face." The groom's body was on fire, every nerve ending sparking with pleasure. He sucked harder, his head bobbing faster, his body writhing between the two men. The tattooed man's fingers replaced his tongue, pushing into the groom's ass, making him moan loudly. The mustached man gripped his hair, holding him steady as he fucked his mouth, his hips thrusting roughly. The silver-bearded man spat on his fingers, slicking up the tattooed man's ass. "Ready, boy?" he asked, his voice a low growl. The tattooed man nodded, his breath hitching as the silver-bearded man pushed into him, slow and steady. The tattooed man groaned, his fingers pushing deeper into the groom's ass, preparing him for what was to come. The groom's body was a live wire, every touch, every lick, every thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. He was lost in a sea of sensation, his body betraying him, wanting more, needing more. The men around him were relentless, their hands, their mouths, their cocks, never stopping, always pushing, always demanding. And the groom gave in, his body surrendering to their touch, to their lust, to their filthy, dirty desires.

The tattooed man leaned back, his fingers glistening with the groom's slick, his eyes locked onto the gaping, swollen hole he'd prepared. "Fuck, look at that ass," he growled, his cock in hand, giving it a few hard strokes. "It's dripping for me." The groom, his mouth still full of the mustached man's cock, trembled. The silver-bearded man grunted in agreement, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, fucking the tattooed man with deliberate thrusts. "Give it what it wants, boy. Make him scream." A whimper escaped the groom, his body tense. The mustached man pulled out, turning the groom's head up to meet his gaze. "Look at me, boy." He spat into the groom's open mouth. "Swallow it. You're going to need all the spit you can get." The groom swallowed, his throat working, his cheeks flushing. The mustached man pressed his lips to the groom's, their tongues clashing in a wet, dirty kiss. The groom moaned, his body relaxing slightly, his arousal apparent as a drop of precum beaded at the tip of his cock. The mustached man pulled back, grinning. "Good boy. Now take his cock like you took my kiss." The tattooed man positioned himself at the groom's entrance, the head of his cock slick and shining with the groom's saliva and precum. The groom gasped as he felt the hard, pulsing heat of the tattooed man's cockhead press against his untouched hole and the kiss from the mustached man making the groom's cock twitch. His body tensed, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through his veins. The tattooed man groaned, his voice a low rumble. "Fuck, boy, you're soaked. Been wanting this, haven't you? You've been a dirty little slut, haven't you?" The groom didn't respond, his breath hitching as the tattooed man pushed forward slowly. The sensation of being filled, of being stretched, was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent shockwaves through his body. The tattooed man groaned, his hips pressing flush against the groom's ass. "Fuck, you're tight. Your virgin ass is like a vise around my cock." The groom moaned, his body convulsing as the tattooed man began to move, slow and steady, his cock sliding in and out of the groom's ass. The groom's body began to accommodate, the pain morphing into a burning, intense pleasure as the tattooed man kept moving in and out of his ass. The groom's mouth watered as more saliva coated his tongue and he deep throated the mustached man, his own spit coating the man's cock as it slid in and out of his mouth. The mustached man groaned and pulled out for a moment, his face a tight grimace as he released a thick stream of hot cum onto the groom's face. The groom's mouth opened in surprise, his eyes fluttering as he stared up at the man and the hot, thick liquid coating his face. The groom's body was a live wire, every thrust, every lick, every touch sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. He was losing himself in the moment, in the touch of these men, in the filthy, dirty act they were performing on him. And he loved every fucking second of it.

The mustached man's cock glistened with the groom's saliva as he stepped back, grinning down at the messy, cum-streaked face beneath him. "Look at you, you're a fucking mess already," he purred, gripping the groom's chin. "And we're just getting started." The tattooed man, his hips pumping steadily, looked over at the camera mounted on the tripod. "Make sure you're getting this, man. I want to see this tight little ass stretch around my cock. Want to watch me pop his cherry, see his virgin ass take my load." The silver-bearded man, his breath ragged, looked up from where he was kneeling behind the tattooed man. His hands gripped the tattooed man's hips. He leaned back, his eyes locked onto the camera, his voice a low growl. "And don't forget to capture this old man fucking this young stud's ass. He's taking my cock like a champ, isn't he?" The tattooed man chuckled, his hips picking up pace. "Damn right. And don't worry, I'll make sure to give him plenty of lube. Your spit and my precum should do the trick." He leaned down, his teeth grazing the groom's earlobe. "You want that, don't you, boy? You want to be a good little slut for us, don't you? Take our cocks, our cum, our everything." The groom moaned, his body pushing back against the tattooed man, his tongue swirling around the mustached man's cock. The silver-bearded man grunted, his hips thrusting harder, his cock sliding in and out of the tattooed man's ass with wet, slapping sounds. The room was filled with the sounds of their fucking, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air. The mustached man looked back at the camera, his eyes wild. "Fuck, this is hot. This little slut is taking our cocks like a champ. Look at him, face fucked and ass fucked, and he's still begging for more. He loves it, don't you, boy? You love being our little fucktoy, our little slut." The tattooed man reached around, his fingers wrapping around the groom's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. "Fuck, yes, you do. You're dripping for us, boy. Your cock is so hard, it's leaking like a faucet. You want to cum, don't you? You want to cum all over our hands, our cocks, our faces. You want to be our little cum slut, don't you?"