Fistpack 3 - Up For Grabs

Simon Cox has Xavier Vitale bent and open. Simon wears his boots; Xavier’s hole is already twitching. Metal glints from both men—nipples, cock, the works. Simon sinks his fist in, slow and steady, then twists it just enough to make Xavier grunt. The leather creaks every time Simon shifts his weight. He pulls out, punches back in deeper, knuckles dragging over the spot that makes Xavier’s legs shake. Xavier pushes back, hungry for more, boots scraping the floor. Simon’s forearm disappears past the wrist, veins standing out, sweat sliding down his skin. Xavier’s piercing tugs with every stretch. Simon leans in, breathes hot against Xavier’s neck, and starts a steady, filthy rhythm that says he’s not stopping till the job’s done.