Berlin, December 2016. The morning after the wild FFundeLuxe Party, Axel’s body ached from being thoroughly used and abused. The relentless curse of his desires gave him no respite. As he tried to recover, he found himself at a rubber photoshoot, where he was joined by Logan Moore. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as Logan, with his commanding presence, prepared for the shoot. Axel, still feeling the soreness from the previous night, couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the sight of Logan. The photoshoot quickly escalated when Logan, with a mischievous grin, decided to take things further. Without warning, Logan plunged his massive fists into Axel’s already bruised hole. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent shivers down Axel’s spine. Logan’s fists stretched him to his limits, and Axel could feel every inch of the intrusion. The room filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the slick noises of Logan’s fists working deeper. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Logan grunted, his voice thick with arousal. Axel could only moan in response, his body trembling under the intense pressure. The pain was sharp, but the pleasure was undeniable, and Axel found himself craving more. As Logan continued to punch into him, Axel’s hole swallowed the huge fists, the sensation driving him wild. The photoshoot had turned into something far more intense, and Axel knew he wouldn’t have it any other way.
