Drake Jayden grips the cold metal of his chains, the thick links biting into his knuckles as he flexes his corded arms, the inked patterns on his skin shifting with every movement. His bald head gleams under the dim light, the muscles in his shoulders straining as he leans forward, wrists bound together by the same restraints that drag against his chest. The chains drag him into poses, one hand tracing his jawline, another flexing his bicep, each movement deliberate, the metal a silent partner in his display.
By Hairy Boyz
