Theo Ford’s shaved head and thick arms pin Thomas down as he grips his thighs, the hay beneath them stiff with sweat. One sucks hard on his throat while the other works his hole with fingers, the air thick with the sound of wet lips and breathless gasps. Thomas arches into the pressure, his body locked between them as the kneeling man licks slow circles around his rim before diving deeper. The floor stays silent, only the way they move matters.
