Deep Hole Dungeon

Big daddy Joey D unlocks the cage and two men crawl out: hairy cub Gage Lennox and lean, smooth Issac Lin. They scramble onto the leather bench, drop to all fours, and spread. Joey gloved fists in both fists at once. Thick ropes of lube swing as he drives and twists, working each hole like he’s twisting in a screw. The boys clamp down, eyes pinched, teeth grinding through the stretch. Gage arches, shows off the ring of hair around his wrecked gape. They roll, throw legs high, and give up every inch. Joey keeps punching, slow then brutal, and the boys grunt in rhythm. Gage pants, “Gonna carve me out? Fuck yeah.” Joey lies back, fists up. The two squat and ride, rocking hard on his gloves. Flipped again, asses high, Joey pounds until both holes yawn open and shiny. “Look at those nice, stretched-out holes.” All three stroke fast. Joey shoots first, loud and deep. Issac and Gage follow together, ropes flying, then lean close for a pat from daddy Joey.