Toolbox 2

Eric Evans and Wilhelm Dragon lock in a brutal, sweaty clinch. No score, just Wilhelm’s mouth barking orders—punch harder, stretch him wider. Eric’s thick forearm disappears past the wrist, driving in knuckle-deep while his free hand twists the steel through Wilhelm’s nipples. Those heavy boots plant wide on the concrete, Wilhelm’s thighs shaking every time Eric’s fist bottoms out. His own cock hangs thick and untouched, dripping onto the floor. Eric switches fists without missing a beat, forearm glistening, the veins in his bicep standing out. Wilhelm spits curses and begs for more, voice raw. Eric answers with deeper punches that make Wilhelm’s belly jump. An hour of this nonstop power-fisting, metal glinting, sweat flying, and filthy orders shouted into the dark.