Stealing A Straight Boy's Cum

Harry Mason and Mitch Schif stand over Sebastian Kane, his smooth, pale skin glistening under the slow drip of hot wax, Mitch’s hands steady as he coats his asshole, the sticky gold seeping into every crevice while Kane’s breath hitches, his dark hair damp with sweat. The wax hardens fast, pulling tight when Mitch pries it off in one jagged strip, exposing the, flushed hole beneath, Kane’s fingers clawing at the pallet as the pain sharpens his moans. The brick wall behind them is silent, the only sound the wet plop of fresh wax hitting the floor.