May I just offer you Pelagius's miracle-working head as a token of my vast love for this?
I think I'm going to hell for typing that. Oh well.
But seriously. This is sizzling and sharp and the particular kind of functional dysfunction that I love so, so much about your Basch and Vossler.
Reaching down, Vossler has no finesse, no patience, only gratitude for the stability of the Godsblessed frame between them as he takes their cocks in one hand, and rips them both completely, excruciatingly, blissfully gone. <--that's as perfect a four-word sequence to end that sentence as ever I've seen one.