Alpha Wolfe’s muscular frame bends over the white van floor, his olive skin taut as Jim Fit snaps the belt against his asshole, hard enough to make the leather bite deep. The bearded man grips the strap, his tattooed arms flexing with each crack, while Jim Fit kneels behind him, the belt’s sting marking every inch of Wolfe’s hole. The van’s interior looms around them, the only sound the wet slap of leather on skin.
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