Workout That Hole

The gym lights hit sweat-slick skin. Wolfie Braden Shaw kneels between Jim Fit and Andrew Connor, both bent over on the mat, asses open and waiting. He works thick fingers into each hole, then shoves his fists deeper, one for each man. Their moans roll out steady and loud while the coach pistons both arms in the same rhythm. Hair on his forearms glistens. Ink across their backs flexes with every push. The two athletes drop lower, squat onto his wrists, ride them until they shoot hard, ropes hitting the floor. The load drains out of them, leaving their legs shaky but their focus sharp again.