Rik Jammer is ass-up in a sling. Pierced top-man Bud pulls out his fat tool and jacks it while shoving things up Jammer's greedy hole. After priming Jammer's rose bud with a huge dildo, Bud slips on his rubber gloves to give Jammer what he really wants; his fist all the way in his ass. Bud pulls Jammer out of the sling and down onto his rock-hard cock so Jammer can demonstrate his master cock sucking skills. Next inked horndog Bud lays in the sling so Jammer can fuck his ass with a huge red dildo. Jammer puts on the gloves next, allowing Bud to impale himself on Jammer's rigid forearm, taking the limb all the way to the elbow. The versatile fist-pigs move to a rubber mat where they cram their fists in each other's assholes, making a twisted sixty-nine on the floor. They take turns fisting and sucking each other until they both spurt hot white cum.

Not every gym has a fisting bench, but this one does, and Boyhous assumes the position for Race Cooper. Race dunks his fist in a bucket of lube and begins to coax Boyhous's ass, eliciting a long, low growl. Boyhous's hairy buns, framed by a black-and-red jock strap, provide little resistance to Race's insistent fist. Race's flawless chocolate torso is bent in a smooth arc and the muscles of his back and shoulders flex as he drives deep, penetrating arm lunges into Boyhous. Boyhous's entire body rises and falls as he reaches back, stretches his hole and protrudes his rosebud for Race until it stands out inches. Race alternates sliding four fingers of each hand into and out of the distended hole in front of him, his palms together. When Boyhous pushes out his rosebud again, Race presses a finger into the hot center. Boyhous dismounts the fisting horse and Race sits on it, his hard cock horizontal, demanding attention. Boyhous sucks it, licks it, and laps at Race's balls, then he wraps both hands around it creating a hole to fuck and Race rams his cock in and out of this makeshift tube, his grunts building to screams as jets of jism pelt Boyhous's face.

Rob Harris and John Ferage barge into Sylvano's barracks and immediately start to fingerfuck the beautiful Latino's ass, readying it for another dose of the extra-large dong from before. Lifting Sylvano's legs and ass high into the air, the two vindictive cadets "punish" Sylvano's hole with sinister glee, slapping it across his round butt cheeks and then brutally shoving the thing into Sylvano's hungry hole. Turning Sylvano over onto his back, they use a military rifle to hold his legs back while they plunge an even bigger black dildo into him. They then make him fuck himself with the dong as Harris stands over him and strokes his cock while Sylvano licks his balls. Finally, Harris blows a beautiful load onto Sylvano's hairy chest.

Race Cooper is laced up in a brilliant red rope harness that leaves him positioned like a patient on an examining table with stirrups. The only thing harder than his dark chocolate abs is his cock, which is being pumped by hunky Leo Forte, his face split by a wide grin. Leo's other hand is balled into a fist that's pushing its way through the sphincter muscles around Race's hole. Leo lubes both hands, slaps his palms together, and makes an eight-finger ass-ault. He succeeds in forcing Race's tight hole to relax enough for a fist to penetrate him, freeing up one of Leo's hands to stroke his own hard cock while maintaining a steady pumping rhythm. Leo's grizzled chin nuzzles Race's thigh, causing Race to moan and thrash on the butcher-block table top where he is splayed out, allowing Leo to tenderize his ass meat. They take turns slapping and stroking Race to a noisy and juicy orgasm while Leo continues to pound his own cock to eruption without letting up on the relentless punching into Race's gut.