Dont Be Late

The bearded man grips a stick between his teeth while the stocky one stretches the dark-haired man’s arms behind him, his hole already gaping from the slow, deliberate canning. Sticks dig into the grass as the first slap lands, sharp and precise, the sound cutting through the outdoor air. One man holds the stretched ass wide open while the other presses a thick rod inside, the dark-haired one’s breath ragged as the stretch forces his hole wider than it’s ever been.