Daddy's Fist

Alex Killian waits. Straitjacket tight. Blindfold black. Drew Savage—wait, no, it's Dale Savage—and Wrex Wylde circle him. Leather creaks. They drag a flogger across his chest, press a stick against his balls, make him twitch. Dale cuts the jacket free, shoves Alex to his knees, feeds him one cock, then the other, both growing hard on his tongue. The blindfold comes off. Dale drops beside Alex, both asses raised, holes open and waiting. Wrex starts with fingers, then wrists, sliding his fists inside the two greedy holes until nothing shows but his forearms. Alex grunts, Dale pushes back harder. Wrex lies on his back, fists up; Alex and Dale squat down, riding the thick knuckles until their holes pulse and gape. When Wrex pulls out, both men stand, stroke fast, and shoot thick loads across Wrex's face, cum running over his beard.