Tough Enough

Ryan Carter’s boot pins Isaac X’s cock flat. A thin metal rod sinks deeper into Isaac’s piss slit, stretching him open. Marco Napoli steps in—boots, harness, the works. Together they haul Isaac forward, bend him, and ram both cocks straight up his hole. The harness bites Isaac’s chest every time they slam home. Isaac gasps, then begs louder: harder, deeper, don’t stop. They oblige, driving in with the whole weight of their bodies, the sound of skin cracking against skin filling the room. Ryan’s palm cracks across Isaac’s cheek; Marco’s follows. Isaac’s mouth hangs open. When Ryan pulls out, thick ropes blast down Isaac’s throat. Isaac swallows, then jerks and shoots across the floor. Marco pulls free last, painting Isaac’s wrecked ass with heavy spurts. Boots still planted, the two tops watch their load drip down Isaac’s thighs.