He does

John followed Marcus's orders and walked towards the private room he had gestured at. As he entered the room, Marcus closed the door behind him. The room was small but well lit, with a single weight bench in the center. Marcus walked over to the bench and sat down, patting the space next to him. John hesitated for a moment, but then he walked over and sat down, his body trembling with anticipation.

Marcus immediately began kissing John passionately, John reacting began to feel more aroused. They made out for a short amount of time before Marcus fished his cock out of his pants pulling John's hand to it. John couldn't even get his hand fully around its girth as it was so thick

Marcus's hands roamed John's body, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. John couldn't believe how good it felt to be touched like this, especially by someone as handsome and muscular as Marcus. He could feel Marcus's cock growing harder in his hand, and he marveled at its size and girth.

Marcus broke the kiss and looked into John's eyes, his own eyes filled with lust and desire. "You're so fucking hot, Sally," he growled, his voice low and husky. "I've wanted to do this for so long." John's heart raced as Marcus's words washed over him.

Marcus put his hand behind John's head, gently guiding him down towards his thick cock. John's heart raced as he felt the heat radiating off of Marcus's body, and he hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then he felt the pendant around his neck growing warmer, its magic working to cloud his thoughts and convince him to follow Marcus's orders.

John's lips parted as he allowed the dark-skinned dick into his mouth, feeling it fill him up and stretch his lips wide. Marcus' strong hands pushing the dick deeper into his mouth.

John's eyes watered as he struggled to breathe, his nose buried in Marcus's pubic hair. He frantically tapped on Marcus's thigh, trying to communicate his distress, but Marcus only seemed to be more turned on by the act. With a grunt, he thrust his hips forward, burying his cock even deeper in John's throat.

John's vision started to blur as he felt the pressure in his head build up. He desperately clawed at Marcus's legs, trying to free himself, but Marcus's grip on his head was like a vise.

Just when John thought he was going to pass out, he felt a sudden surge of pleasure that seemed to radiate from the very core of his being. His body was alight with sensation, and he could feel every nerve ending tingling with delight. He gasped for air, his lungs burning, but the pleasure was so intense that he barely even noticed.

As Marcus continued to thrust his hips, John's mind was consumed by the sensation of the cock in his throat.

Marcus pulled John off his cock, the 8 inch beast shining with spit. John gasped for air, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Marcus effortlessly moved John so he was lying on the exercise bench, his strong hands gripping John's waist. John couldn't believe how strong Marcus was.

As John lay on the bench, he felt a mix of fear and excitement. He had never been in a situation like this before, and he wasn't sure what was going to happen next. He looked up at Marcus, who was towering over him, and felt a sudden surge of desire.