Sean Taylor & Maxxie Rivers

Sean Taylor grips the strap, his shaved head gleaming under the light as he swings hard enough to leave Maxxie Rivers gasping, his lean, dark-haired body trembling on the wooden stool. The hot wax burns bright on Taylor’s fingers before he presses it to Rivers’ back, watching the skin blister under the searing contact. Rivers arches into the pain, his muscles taut as Taylor strips the wax away, leaving, glistening trails. The strap cuts through the air again, each strike driving Rivers deeper into the scaffolding’s metal frame.