Toby O’Connor stands in the woods with his hands on his hips, the black harness barely visible beneath his taut, bald skin, muscles rippling as he adjusts it before stripping it off. His arm raises high, fingers flexing against the sunlight filtering through the trees, the wooden fence behind him framing the way his body shifts, posed, deliberate, every angle designed to show off the strength in his shoulders and the sharpness of his frame. The greenery blurs around him as he moves, each stance a study in control, the harness finally discarded to leave only skin and the power of his physique.
