Legrand Wolf & Jonathan F Maze

Legrand Wolf’s strong hands grip Jonathan F Maze’s wrist to check his pulse while the stethoscope presses against his chest, the cuff tightening around his arm. The stocky man kneels between Maze’s spread legs, probing his asshole with a gloved finger as the younger one lies still, his short hair damp with sweat. A reflex hammer taps his knee, then his groin, while Wolf measures his blood pressure with deliberate precision, each act a step toward full exposure. By the end, they’re both stripped bare.