A bony hand curls around Billy's wrist and John's grip tightens harder and harder, quiet whines sounding progressively more helpless until he ducks his head and squeezes his eyes shut when his knees threaten to buckle.

Both hands go to the elevator wall and the second one slamming against it makes the entire death cage rattle around them when he cums, hard cock twitching in Billy's hand as he unintentionally but unapologetically makes a mess on the wall, the floor and the backs of Billy's fingers.