Layin' Pipe

Two bottoms kneel and beg. Tony Hampton stares them down like he owns the night. He grabs Rob Boxxer first. The big man’s ass is thick and ready. Tony sinks a giant plug on a chain deep inside, then yanks the chain so hard the plug rips free with a wet pop that leaves Boxxer shaking. Cruz Lennox watches, breathing hard, hole twitching for the same treatment. They climb on top of each other, cheeks spread, cracks open. Tony lines up the double-headed dildo and slams both ends home. The two men buck and swear, hollering for more. Tony gives it, driving the toy in and out until spit and lube run down their thighs. The fists come next. Tony gloves up, knuckles in. Boxxer takes the forearm to the wrist, then deeper. Lennox climbs onto a fist of his own, riding it slow and filthy. The three men move like they’ve done this a thousand times—punching, twisting, opening wide. Sweat soaks the leather. Moans fill the room. Nobody leaves until every hole is wrecked and satisfied.