Sounding 4

Dominic Pacifico grips his thick shaft like it’s the only thing keeping him on the ground. The room is dark, the bed sheets already sticky. He slides the cold steel rod between his lips first, coats it with spit, then lines it up. One slow push and the tip breaches that tiny slit. His abs clench. Another inch disappears and his breath hisses through his teeth. He works it deeper, inch by inch, until the rod vanishes and only a steel eyelet peeks out. His free hand jerks the shaft around it, veins standing out, pre-cum slicking his fingers. Every tug sends a shiver up his spine and makes the rod twitch inside him. He holds still, savoring the burn, then begins fucking himself with short, sharp strokes. The metal drags against every nerve while his fist pumps the swollen head. Sweat runs down his chest. His balls pull tight. One final thrust and he shoots hard, ropes splashing across his abs while the sounding rod stays buried inside him.