Fist Club

Mat doesn’t open the doors for just anybody, but Pup Cedar and Rew Lobo walk in like they already own the night. On the mat they strip down to jockstraps, skin tight against their cocks, one already caged. Rew drops to his knees. His tongue hits first—wet, quick—then two fingers sink in, working the rim open. Pup leans back on his elbows, breath catching, the crowd pressed close. Rew keeps going, three fingers, four, knuckles gliding in until the whole hand disappears and Pup’s hole stretches wide around the wrist. Rew’s arm pumps slow and deep. Pup’s locked dick strains uselessly behind the cage while his hole takes every inch Rew feeds it.