Fisting Theater

Brian Bonds sits behind the front desk when Luka Sage walks in fresh off the bus from Iowa looking to audition. Boss is gone, so Brian offers to run the session. Luka nods and climbs onto the table in nothing but his jockstrap, ass raised and ready. Brian plants his face between those cheeks and works his tongue deep until Luka opens. A tongue only gets so far, though, and Brian wants him spread wide. One finger slides in, then another, the pace steady until half his hand disappears. Luka keeps taking it. Brian balls his fist and pushes past the resistance, stretching the hole around his wrist. Luka’s rosebud blooms and Brian starts punching deep, fast and brutal. The small-town guy pushes back for more, hole pulsing around the fist. Brian keeps driving until Luka shudders hard and shoots a thick load over his own chest and abs, fist still buried inside him.