Hangin' Hardcore

Brendan Patrick, beard dark against his jaw, yanks the steel ring chained to Brandon Moore's balls. The weight drags. Brandon's breath hitches but he pushes closer, begging for the next inch of pull. Brendan clamps both nipples, draws them out until the metal slips free with a sharp snap, then runs the chain through the ceiling pulley. The steady lift keeps Brandon's sac stretched and shiny. Brendan drags a fingertip over the tight skin and circles the rim of Brandon's hole, feeling it twitch. Each tug swells Brandon's nuts, red and heavy. When Brendan finally steps in, Brandon drops to his knees and swallows the thick cock to the root, spit running down his chin. Brendan eats him open, tongue deep, then lines up and slams home, growling low while Brandon pushes back, demanding more. The pounding turns rough, the words raw. Brendan pulls out at the edge, jerks twice, and floods Brandon's open mouth with thick ropes that coat his tongue.