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Element Eclipse slams a ten-inch steel rod down his shaft. Ridges scrape the inside. His piss slit swallows the steel like it's hungry for it. Sweat beads on his shaved balls. Lance Navarro watches, cock throbbing, waiting for his turn. Element keeps pumping. His slit leaks and then gushes in thick, white ropes. The floor between his boots is slick. He pulls the sound out slow, strings of lube stretch from hole to metal. Lance steps up. His own cock stands out, thick, pierced, already leaking. He lines up a three-foot length of rubber and feeds the blunt tip straight into his piss hole. Inch after inch disappears. His stomach muscles twitch, but the sound keeps going. Past the first foot. Past the second. Lance keeps his breathing steady, eyes half-closed, jaw tight, until nothing but a stub of rubber shows at his slit. He lets it rest inside him, breathing hard. Element grips his own dripping cock, watching, waiting to see what comes next.