Caught in the shed

The bearded man pins the blond’s arms against the brick wall while he bends over the wooden ladder, his ass raised high for the canning. The stick snaps against his thighs as the other man positions himself behind, gripping the ladder’s slats to steady himself. Both are smooth and muscular, their bodies straining against the rough wood and the weight of what’s coming. The woods swallow the sounds, leaving only the sharp crack of the stick and the wet, rhythmic slaps of the canning.