Luis Casola grips the wrist straps tight, his bald head gleaming under the sign’s faded lettering as he flexes in the harness, chest hair dark against inked muscle. The leather cuts into his arms while he leans forward, asshole flexing as he works the straps, no hesitation, just power. The "End of Road" looms behind him, but his focus is all on the grip, the strain, the way the harness pulls his body into submission.
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