Master Cal and Master Dave

The bearded man kneels with his asshole sucked while the shaved-headed one grips his hair, fingers digging into his scalp as the third, lean, dark-haired, stands behind him with a strap around his throat. The one on his knees doesn’t move, just lets the oral work him over, his hands pressed flat against the floor as the standing man holds a spoonful of food to his mouth. The tattoos on their arms ripple with tension, the strap cutting into the pale skin of the kneeling man’s neck.