Private Workout

Mark Baxter slips into the dimly lit room of the health spa, craving release from his iron-tight muscles. Luke Bender's strong hands descend, kneading the rock-hard jock with expert care. Vibrators hum to life, tracing every knot, lingering on Mark's clenched buttocks. Luke eases the tension there, coaxing Mark's asshole into supple relaxation, priming it for what's to come. Baxter's breath quickens. Bender's sculpted frame gleams under the soft lights, his touch a scorching promise. Mark writhes on the table, hips lifting, silently pleading for Luke to claim the inviting curve of his upturned ass. Luke snaps on rubber gloves, black and sleek. His fingers probe, slipping into the taut, twitching ring. Mark yields eagerly, his hole blooming wider, deeper, swallowing Bender's insistent hands. From his kit, Luke draws a leather dildo, firm and unyielding. He aims true, driving it home. Thrust after thrust, the toy stretches Mark's open entrance, forcing guttural growls from his chest. Next comes the giant, a latex behemoth, long and impossibly thick. Mark's ass devours it whole, gripping tight as it vanishes inside. 'Give me the real thing,' Mark gasps, voice raw. 'Your huge, thick cock.' Luke withdraws the dildo with a slick pop. He positions himself, plugging Mark's greedy hole. He pounds without mercy, bodies slamming in rhythm. The peak crashes over them—hot cream erupts in steady jets from their throbbing pricks. A total massage, inside and out.