Sounding 1

Tony Buff locks Derek da Silva down. Leather straps bite into wrists and ankles. Metal cock rings and piercings catch the light. Buff grips a steel rod, slick and thin. He presses the cold tip against Derek’s piss slit and waits. Derek’s chest heaves. One slow push and the rod disappears inside him, inch by inch. Derek’s jaw clamps tight. Buff twists the steel, feeling every ridge drag against tight flesh. Derek strains against the restraints. His thick cock swells around the intrusion. Buff works the sound deeper, then pulls it back just enough to hear skin catch. Sweat beads on Derek’s abs. Every breath comes ragged. Buff sets a brutal rhythm, fucking the slit with cold metal while Derek’s thighs shake. Derek’s eyes roll. Pain and need crash together. Buff leans in close, watching every twitch, every tremble. The rod slips further until it vanishes completely. Derek’s hole flexes around nothing, desperate now. Buff holds the base of the sound and grinds it against Derek’s prostate from inside. Derek’s whole body locks up, caught between the straps and the steel. His cock throbs around the intrusion. Buff’s hand never wavers. 2005, raw and relentless.