Nothin' Nice

The Mega Mystery Hole steps up in nothing but boots, jockstrap and a hood. He fingers himself open, greasing a row of fat dildos. The first one—big as a forearm—slides in too smooth, so the Hole walks off and comes back with a plug trailing a buzzing cord. Sexy Bill Marlowe wanders in to see what the show’s about. The Hole bends Marlowe over, presses the plug against his hole, and nudges it home while the vibrator rattles his rim. Marlowe’s knees buckle; his breath catches. He climbs into the sling. The Mystery Hole gloves up, slicks his fist, and works one thick finger at a time into Marlowe’s stretched ring. When Marlowe swings free, the Mystery Hole hops onto the table. Marlowe grabs the biggest dildo in reach and stuffs it straight in. He swaps it for a second even larger one, then yanks on a fresh latex glove. Both fists sink past the knuckles. He pumps them in and out, punching deep until the Hole’s gut flexes around his wrists and the jockstrap front strains tight.