Drew Cutler and Chris Porter

Drew Cutler and Chris Porter stand close, their shaved heads and muscular frames pressed together as one leans in to kiss the other’s neck while a third, shirtless and tattooed, holds them both steady. The tattooed man lifts his leg, directing a thick stream of piss straight onto Porter’s chest, soaking his skin as Cutler watches, gripping his hips. The act is, unfiltered, no hesitation, just the weight of the spray hitting flesh.