Back Alley

Race hangs from the rafters, leather hood cutting out the world. Chains bite his wrists. Felix works Race’s nipples—fingers, teeth, clamps—each scream earns a hard slap across chest and gut. The hood comes off. Ball gag, spit running down Race’s chin. Leather jock drops. A heavy metal crusher locks onto Race’s balls and Felix twists until Race shakes and howls. Chains gone, Race drops to his knees and swallows Felix’s uncut cock to the root. Sucking makes Race’s own dick throb; he shoots across the top of Felix’s boot, then licks the load clean. Minutes later Race is bent over a steel barrel in a narrow alley. Felix’s fingers slide in, one at a time, pulling out to watch the hole gape. Four fingers drive deep, twisting until Race moans. Felix gloves up, slicks the hole, and works in a thick dildo, pounding and stretching until the ring is slick and open. When the hand finally slides past the knuckles Felix keeps it buried, then draws it out slow. He strips the glove, grips his cock, and paints Race’s round ass with thick, hot ropes.