Hole Busters 2

Jaxon rolls in straight from the garage, overalls filthy. He peels them off. Nothing underneath but a jockstrap and a plug already rammed inside him. Sweat drips down his back while he works the plug, twisting and tugging until his hole clutches at nothing. The inflatable goes in next. One squeeze of the bulb and it swells, stretching him open. He pumps again, breathing hard, the toy getting bigger each time. When he can’t take more air, he pulls out the monster cock, slaps it against the toolbox, and sinks down on it. His thighs shake. The thick rubber disappears inch by inch until he’s grinding at the base. He rides like he wants the whole bench to break.