The Abysse, Part 1

Axel Abysse, a slim piggy with ink, bends over and shoves his blooming hole toward Matt Wylde. Matt drops to his knees and buries his tongue in that ring, licking and wetting it for what comes next. The second the hole is slick, Matt lines his fist and drives it in—straight, hard, all the way to the wrist. Axel flips to his back, legs wide, and lets Matt double-fist him, stretching the gut wider with every twist. Matt pulls both fists free, and Axel reaches in, opens himself farther, then pushes. A whole cluster of rosebuds blooms out, red and shining.