Sugar-funded surrender: He bottoms for the First Time
They weren’t expecting him to be so… generous.
Sebastian and Ricardo had only planned on a free meal—something expensive, sure, but nothing out of the ordinary. The American sugar daddy, dressed in linen and wearing a watch worth more than their monthly rent combined, had invited them to a rooftop dinner in the Caribbean heat. There were drinks, laughter, flirtation, but underneath it all, a tension that pulsed stronger with each passing glance.
“You two look like you’ve got chemistry,” he said, leaning back in his chair, eyes hidden behind dark lenses.
He didn’t want them for himself—not right away.
He wanted a show.
He wanted to watch.
Back in the suite, things took a turn. The AC was cold, but the room was full of heat. Ricardo had always been the more versatile one—eager, fluid. But tonight, the real surprise came when Sebastian, the usual top, gave Ricardo a look… a silent nod… and got on all fours.
It was his first time.
Raw.
Unfiltered.
Beautifully vulnerable.
The sugar daddy sat on a leather armchair, sipping bourbon as the boys went at it. No scripts. No pretenses. Just Sebastian surrendering his pride to Ricardo’s slow, deep strokes—eyes fluttering shut, moaning like he never had before.
And when they were done?
The sugar daddy clapped slowly.
“You boys earned your tip.”
