Two subs crawl forward on trembling hands and knees. Kneeling at their masters’ feet, they press their foreheads to the floor, waiting for permission. The Dom’s, thick-veined and uncut, stand tall in leather harnesses, cocks already heavy with anticipation. Hangin obeys instantly, mouth stretching wide as the fat cock head pushes past his lips. Pre-cum drips down his chin as he gags, throat convulsing around the shaft. Bro8 licks eagerly at Damian’s sack before taking the cock deep, nose buried in pubes, swallowing every inch. Damian only laughs, as next, he is fucking harder, making Hangin suppress and his own shame. With a choked cry, Hangin’s body betrays him — a hot stream of piss sprays from his cock, soaking the floor. Bro8’s ass is gaping, prostate pulsing as Kousuke rams into him bareback, cock slamming against that sweet spot with ****** precision. Bro8 screams as cum erupts from his cock — no touch, just pure ecstasy. Again. And again. Three times he cums, legs twitching, hole clenching like a vice. Then they switch. Both Dom’s descend on the piss-soaked sub, spitting on his holes, stretching him wide. They fuck his hole one after the other and breed him raw, filling him so deep he whimpers. His hole is ruined, sloppy, dripping — and they don’t care. He’s theirs. Completely used. Utterly broken.