No Holes Barred, part 2

Bo Sinn and Tobias James stand bound together, their dark hair and thick beards framing powerful, tattooed bodies, while the third man in red gloves grips them with rough precision. One sucks deep with a wet, relentless rhythm, another fingers open with calloused fingers, and the gloved hand fists a hole hard enough to make them gasp. The graffiti walls blur behind them as the red-gloved man jerks off, his grip never loosening.