O.F.D. Obsessive Fisting Disorder, 2

Brandon Moore hooks his left boot on the St. Andrew’s cross, legs wide, hole open. Axel Abysse’s black-gloved fist slides in with a wet sound that echoes off the dungeon walls. Lube runs in thick ropes down Brandon’s thigh and pools on the concrete. He drops into a low squat, back pressed to the wood, and works himself onto that fist until his rosebud blooms red. The stretch drags a low growl from his throat. Pressure builds too fast. Brandon slides to the floor in a puddle, grips his cock, and shoots hard across his chest, body jerking like he’s been shocked. Cum slides between his pecs. Still shaking, he scrambles up to return the favor. Axel turns, grips the cross handles, ass out. Brandon greases his hand and Axel sinks onto it in one smooth drop. Nipples pinched tight, pierced cock throbbing, Axel strokes fast. He erupts in thick ropes across the cross; Brandon leans in and licks every drop clean.