Ian Levine gets fucked

Blond, smooth, and built like a weightlifter, Ian Levine takes his spot on the bench while the other man, bearded, tattooed, and gripping a barbell, presses him down with strength, his grip firm on the back of the bench as the stretch pulls tight. The gym echoes with the sound of weights clattering, but the only focus is the way Ian’s muscles tense under the pressure, his body bent just enough to make the hold impossible to resist. The air smells like sweat and oil, and the only rule here is that Ian doesn’t move until the other man says so.