Sounding 2

Luke Montana and Lee Dakota get straight to it. Luke grabs the steel rod first, slides it down his cock until the tip disappears. Lee watches, then pushes a thicker sound past his own slit. They switch tools, compare the stretch. Lee keeps going. He picks up the pliers, works the closed jaws inside his piss slit, twists, watches his shaft swell around the metal. Luke sets the pliers aside and reaches for the ball vice instead, clamps it tight, adds another click, then another. His sack darkens. He breathes through it and keeps stroking. When the flashlights come out they both laugh once, low, then get back to business. Each guy lines a small black torch with his hole and works it in, slow at first, then deeper, until the bulb glows red through the stretched skin. The room lights up from inside their cocks. Lee’s free hand jerks harder. Luke’s clamped balls tug with every stroke. No words now, just the sound of metal tapping against flesh and the low rasp of breath.