Spread Eagle

Adam Faust finds Mason Garet spread-eagle in a chain-link web, ass up and waiting. Faust, hairy arms flexed, moves in. He feeds Garet’s hole with one thick forearm, working it deeper until Garet’s moans fill the room. The pressure builds, slick and brutal. Faust keeps driving, stretching him open, pushing until Garet gives up a fat rosebud in surrender. Leather straps creak, tattoos glisten with sweat. Jockstraps strain. Two fists follow the forearm, relentless, filling Mason until nothing else exists but the raw stretch and the heavy scent of leather and lube.