Ass of Steel

Brandon Moore waits in the sling, hole already greedy, begging for it. Rikk York walks in leather and ink, hair dark against his chest. He leans over and kisses Brandon hard, then forces a ball gag between his teeth. Rikk grabs the fat, wide toy, slicks it thick with lube, and presses it straight at Brandon’s open ring. Brandon spreads himself wider. The toy sinks in with a wet sound, stretching him fast. Rikk pushes deeper, pulling it back and driving it forward, the shiny shaft disappearing inch by inch. Brandon moans around the gag and takes it like he was built for it. When the hole is loose and shiny, Rikk tosses the toy aside and lines his fist up. He works his knuckles in slow, then feeds the rest of his forearm inside until Brandon’s stretched ring grips his wrist tight. Brandon grabs Rikk’s free arm and hangs on, body shaking while Rikk’s fist moves inside him, turning and pressing. The fist stays buried and Brandon rides it, writhing, hole pulsing. Rikk reaches up with his free hand, unbuckles the gag, and pulls it free. He bends in, tongue sliding past Brandon’s open mouth, kissing him deep while the fist stays lodged inside.