Fist First

Mat Wolff and Dean Young bind each other with chains while Trevor Brooks kneels behind, his fingers stretching Wolff’s tight hole before pressing in deep. Wolff lies on his back, muscles taut, as Brooks works his fist into Dean’s asshole, the dark hair framing a hole already stretched by his own fingers. The tattoos on their arms ripple with movement, the restraints cutting into skin as Dean takes it all, his breath ragged against Wolff’s mouth.