Fist for Hire 1

Harrison Quaid calls Chris Ward and the crew back for more at his place. They smear Giovanni Bellini’s ass with Crisco, Ward pushes in, and Quaid watches with a rough smile. Bellini does not just take it, he turns around and sinks both fists straight into Kelly Smith’s waiting hole. The room fills with the smell of grease and leather. More men crowd the bed, fingers opening Smith wider until Mark Evrett and Nick Nicaste line up and double-fist him together, knuckles pressed tight against the same stretched ring. The night grows hotter, dirtier, and the fist for hire stays busy.