Unbeknownst to Bastian, there was one member of the Cabal who had taken more than just a liking to him and actively kept tabs on him. One of their right-hand men, the ‘entertainment escort’ known as Mr. Fros. Despite acting as though Bastian was meant to be on assignment, Mr. Fros had secretly planned for this ‘unscheduled’ interaction between them. Standing tall with a solid frame of pure muscle, the beefy man was not someone that Bastian, or any of the clients he had previously satisfied, would want to get on the bad side of. A brief exchange occurred that quickly established Fros as the one in control and although Bastian knew full well that the dominant man had taken a liking to him, he couldn’t ignore the darkness in the man’s eyes that always reminded the bottom that this man had taken lives in the name of their employer. It was a level of intensity that the younger lad had grown accustomed to and yet, there was a sentimentality that must’ve been reserved for when he played with Bastian specifically. The beefy henchman covered his playmate in slow, passionate kisses planted all over his body, stirring up a quiet hunger for physical affection that came almost as second nature to the obedient bottom. Mr. Fros wasted no time getting down to business, immediately pumping his sausage-thick member past Bastian’s pucker once his bottom had assumed the position, face down and ass up. The large piece of meat stretched the horny lad enough to keep his own hard-on fully erect when getting fucked bareback. Surrendering to the intensity and learning to revel in it as the bottom allowed himself to be properly manhandled.