Backyard Boys

Blake Daniels runs a sleeve-stripped arm under Blue Bailey and hoists him up. A rope and pulley creak as Blue swings bare-assed into the open air, wrists locked behind his back, his balls hanging heavy like ripe fruit. Blake’s grin is all teeth and trouble. He drags a palm across Blue’s pale chest, feeling the sparse dark hair, then sparks an electro wand to life. The wand hums, a small blade of current leaping to Blue’s skin. Blue jerks, back bowing, and Blake likes the sound. A fresh head—curved, almost hooked—touches the same stretched scrotum. Blue bucks harder; his abs knot and release, a living slingshot. Last attachment: a needle point. Blake works it in quick taps across the tight nuts and brown nipples. Blue’s teeth grind, pain and lust flashing through him. The current stops. Blake’s tongue replaces it, slow licks soothing raw flesh. When Blue is panting but obedient, Blake grips his cock—unhurried, relentless—edging him until the load finally rips out in thick, shaking ropes.