Sounding 5

Brendan and Luke do not speak. They stand close in jockstraps, skin tight over muscle, a glint of steel flashing from pierced nipples. Luke lifts the first steel sound. He coats it, grips his thick shaft, and slides the cold rod into his piss slit. The metal sinks inch by inch until only the ringed handle shows. Brendan watches, breathing rough. He grabs the next, thicker rod, lines it up, and pushes it home in one slow thrust that makes his abs lock. Both cocks bulge around the intruders. Their free hands roam, fingers tracing veins, tugging the straps lower, exposing heavy balls. Luke leans in, forces his sound deeper until his piss hole stretches tight around the steel. Brendan mirrors him, jaw tight, hips rolling. The sounds slide in and out with slick wet clicks while fingers tug piercings and grip quads. Sweat shines on their chests. Luke’s free hand finds Brendan’s balls, squeezes. Brendan answers with a firm grip on Luke’s shaft, feeling the sound buried inside. They hold still for a moment, breathing each other’s air, bodies locked in that sweet, metallic stretch. Then they move together, thrusting the rods again, pushing hard, pushing deeper, chasing that thin edge where pain and pleasure blur and the rods disappear completely.