Daddyz Boyz

Draven Torres circles Armond Rizzo like he owns every inch of the kid. Armond hangs from a post, wrists lashed high, naked, uncut cock heavy and helpless. He can’t see the wand Draven brings out, but he feels the crackle the second it kisses the tip of his foreskin. The spark jumps straight to the nerve and Armond howls. Draven gives him a rough kiss, then keeps moving—slow passes down the shaft, quick flicks across the balls, each jolt making Armond twitch and strain. Draven’s hair is slicked back into a razor ridge; his own cock stands rigid, aimed at the boy like a second weapon. Next comes the plasma globe, its glass sphere spitting violet threads. He presses it to Armond’s chest, then to his own, swapping the charge between them until both bodies buzz with it. He sets the globe aside, steps in tight, and wraps a strong hand around Armond’s straining dick. One steady stroke after another builds the pressure until Armond shoots hard, ropes splattering the floor while the restraints bite into his wrists.