The Deep Vault - Part 3

The vault door is open. Cum still clings to the bars. Nurse Axel steps in, eyes locked on Drew, who sits spread on stiff sheets already streaked with earlier loads. The diagnosis is clear: Obsessive Fisting Disorder. Axel drops to his knees, tongue sliding over Drew’s thick, pierced shaft until it throbs in his throat. Drew yanks him up, spins him, and buries fingers to the wrist in the nurse’s slick hole. They trade places in one breath. Axel’s hairy forearm disappears inside Drew next, wrist twisting, knuckles popping past the ring. Sheets darken under new sweat and spit. Holes bloom wider, slick and red, until both men are pumping their cocks. Drew shoots first, rope after rope across his own hairy chest. Axel follows, painting Drew’s stretched crack. The mess mixes with what was already there, dripping between the bars onto the concrete floor.