Slam Dunk

Lars Svenson plants Hot House's Kent North inside a steel cage and snaps a single order: fist yourself. North drives his hand past his own rim, knuckles disappearing while his lips stretch around Svenson's thick eight-inch shaft. He gags, takes it all. Cage door swings open. North lands on his back, legs up, hole already fluttering. Svenson sinks wrist-deep in one slow push, opens him wider, then swaps the fist for a clear glass tube. He rams it inside and shines a flashlight through. North's pink guts glow, pulsing, and Svenson's eyes go feral. He yanks the tube out, slams his raw cock into the stretched chute, pounds like he's breaking it in. When that isn't enough he fists his own shaft and forces both cock and knuckles through the gaping ring at once. North takes it, sweat-slick, hole wrecked. When the pressure finally peaks, both men jerk hard, ropes of cum painting North's chest and belly, leather and skin glistening under the lights.