Communion

The three men from Chapter 5 are back, and this time they’re pushing Superstar Josh Weston past every limit. Collack starts slow—fingers, then wrist—while Weston spreads on the leather bench, boots locked in cuffs. His breathing gets ragged as the forearm slides deeper; Collack offers his free hand and Weston sinks his teeth into it, groaning through the stretch. Collack works the rim wider, and Weston takes over, shoving his own fist inside, knuckle by knuckle, until his wrist disappears. North watches, hole twitching. He straddles them both, knees spread, and lowers onto Collack’s fist first, then Weston’s. When he can’t wait anymore he reaches down, twists their arms together, and sinks until both fists are buried side by side, leather creaking, lube running down his thighs. They hold him open like that until his legs shake. Weston climbs back between them, sits on a fat dildo suction-cupped to the bench, and rides it hard while the three of them stroke out thick loads across his chest and the bench.