Warehouse Kinks

Jimmy Fanz's hands lock behind him in a rope harness that cages his chest. Preston Steel lashes each ankle to a post until Jimmy stands spread-eagled. Preston buries his tongue in the fur between Jimmy's cheeks, then pulls back with a smirk. "This is the best part," he says, dropping a wand that sparks when he touches the collar at Jimmy's neck. Rim. Spank. Zap. The collar bites. Preston's beard scratches raw skin as he feasts again. Jimmy's ass glows pink, then deep red. The ropes bite when he twists, but they hold. Preston straightens, peels off his clothes. Ink covers his back in unfinished lines; hair carpets his chest and ass. He reties the ropes, wrist to ankle on each side, then drives his cock straight into Jimmy's hole. Jimmy's face burns the same shade as his ass. With Jimmy unable to reach his own cock, Preston strokes him while pounding. Jimmy shoots first. Preston follows, adding thick ropes that mix on Jimmy's stomach.