Tyler Saint and Duke Rivers

Tyler Saint grips a wooden tool, pressing molten wax onto Duke Rivers’ hairless chest while the third man, bearded, thick with dark hair, watches, his own muscular back already glistening with dripping resin. The wax clings to Duke’s skin, streaking down his arms as Tyler’s fingers guide the tool with deliberate precision, the heat searing into every ridge of muscle. The bearded man leans in, his calloused hands tracing the wax’s path, letting it pool before wiping it away with rough, hungry strokes.