Erik Rhodes is someone to fear and revere, and Trent Bloom is quaking in his boots. As far as Trent’s concerned, he’s in for a noholds- barred, no-limits fist fight. He’s got an asshole begging to be savaged and after Erik delivers a few closed-hand jabs inside, Trent surrenders; his hole loosens up. Erik punches his massive fists into the pliable socket with little resistance, watching the fleshy crack stretch wide to satisfy every thrust. The big stud manipulates Trent’s crimson crater to pop out, watching it bloom and reveal its huge bloom. He laps at the cherry-red tissue, giving Trent temporary respite. Then with Trent folded up, Erik buries his fist deep inside his asshole, trekking so far inside he reaches his stomach. He grins seeing his hand punch Trent’s belly from the inside. The veins in Trent’s forehead are popping, but he’s not complaining. And only when he blows his wad and his asshole retracts does this wicked bowel boxing match come to its end.