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The air grows thick with the scent of leather and sweat as four jocks, their bodies glistening, are secured to posts, their arms and legs spread wide. They're hooded, gas masks obscuring their faces, their heavy breaths misting up the glass. A fifth man, a beefy, tattooed stud, prowls around them, his meaty cock already hard. He runs a gloved hand over their bodies, pinching nipples, slapping thighs, making them squirm. He orders them to stroke their cocks, and they comply, their hands moving up and down their stiff dicks. The room is filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing, the wet noises of their wanking, and the occasional crack of a whip, driving them closer to the edge.