

Chad Thomas steps into Fistpack 8 - Elbow Room with Rodd Tyder, owning one scene for the label. He works in boots and metal piercings, fist deep, while both men stroke hard. The camera watches as fist meets hole and the room fills with the wet sound of knuckle pushing past resistance. Every thrust lands heavier. Every jerk-off pulls them closer to the edge. Tension coils between them, a slow grind of leather, steel, and skin. Chad holds the rhythm, fist driving forward, hips flexing, until release tears through them both.

Chad Thomas steps into Fistpack 8 - Elbow Room with Rodd Tyder, owning one scene for the label. He works in boots and metal piercings, fist deep, while both men stroke hard. The camera watches as fist meets hole and the room fills with the wet sound of knuckle pushing past resistance. Every thrust lands heavier. Every jerk-off pulls them closer to the edge. Tension coils between them, a slow grind of leather, steel, and skin. Chad holds the rhythm, fist driving forward, hips flexing, until release tears through them both.