Old fisting buddies Jeffrey Chang and Yoshi Kawasaki reunite for a flip-fisting session where they alternate roles, transforming each other into human punching bags. Yoshi starts slow, fingers teasing Jefferey’s already wrecked hole like he’s testing the waters. But when Jefferey growls, “Just fucking wreck me already,” Yoshi obliges, shoving his fist in balls-deep without hesitation. Jefferey howls, shaking like a leaf, but Yoshi’s not done—he pounds into him like he’s trying to rearrange his insides, relentless until Jefferey’s guts are practically spilling out.
Once Jefferey taps out, they switch places. No foreplay needed—Yoshi’s hole is practically begging for it. Jefferey drives his fist in with zero mercy, and Yoshi takes it like a champ, no flinching, no whining. As Jefferey goes to town, Yoshi’s eyes roll back so far he might as well be seeing the back of his skull. By the time they’re both spent, they collapse onto the couch, swapping sloppy kisses and passing roses between them like some fucked-up post-coital ritual.