Limits

Steve Trevor seizes the ropes with a steady hand, binding Steve Carlisle's wrists and ankles to the bedposts. Knots tighten like whispered promises, pulling taut against skin that flushes with anticipation. Brett Mathews stands watch, his gaze a silent command, eyes devouring every twist and yield. Then they descend. Steve Trevor claims Carlisle's mouth first, thrusting deep while Brett drives a thick dildo into him, stretching wide. They switch, relentless—cocks plunging, lips sucking, dildos pounding in a frenzy that blurs hours into one endless, sweat-slicked surrender. Bodies entwine, moans build to a crescendo, submission unraveling them all in raw, unyielding ecstasy.