Fisting Spa

Devin Franco sits in the Fisting Spa, thumbing his own nipples while his other hand strokes his cock. Across the space Josh Mikael watches, eyes locked, body already moving. Josh reaches the fence, turns, and spreads his own cheeks so Devin can reach through and push two fingers up his hole. Devin works the rim open, slow and steady. Josh steps inside the cage, drops to his knees, and swallows Devin’s thick dick in one smooth motion. He bottoms out fast, nose pressed to Devin’s skin, gagging once, then takes it again. Spit runs down Devin’s balls. Devin grabs the back of Josh’s head and pumps once, twice. He pulls out, spins Josh around, bends him over, and drives his cock straight in. The thrusts are hard, deliberate. Josh’s cheeks slap against Devin’s hips until the hole is slick and loose. Devin withdraws, lines up his knuckles, and sinks his right fist in. Josh’s hairy ring swallows it without resistance. Soon Devin’s left fist follows, the two alternating, stretching Josh open with every push and pull. Josh stands, lines up, and lowers himself onto Devin’s arm until the elbow nearly disappears. He rides for a while, breathing hard, then lies back on the bench with his legs up. Devin keeps punching in, wrist twisting deep, wrecking the hole until Josh shoots across the same arm that’s still buried inside him.