Twisted

Billy Cochran hangs by his arms, chains biting the ceiling. Jordan West swings a riding crop across bare skin. Every lash lands hot. Cochran sways, lost in the sting. West pauses only to bury his face in sweat-slick pits, then clamps teeth on tight nipples until they stand raw. He lowers the stud, flips him onto his back, and feeds coil after coil of cold chain deep into Cochran’s pink, hungry hole. Later, Cochran rocks in a leather sling while West pumps an inflatable dildo bigger with each squeeze, stretching the ring wide and slick. When the glove snaps on, West drives his fist straight through the slack opening, knuckles vanishing without mercy. They finish on a double-header dildo, each man riding one end, hips slamming, sweat flying, until both shoot thick ropes across the floor.