Arm Candy

Armond Rizzo’s eyes roll back as he sinks into that bottoming zone. Dominic Pacifico works a neon-green toy into him—flared base, every ring dragging and stretching his guts. Dominic smacks the base hard, testing how deep Armond can take it. Armond leans in, spits on the toy, slicks it shiny. When Dominic pulls it out, Armond’s pink insides flash for a second through his open hole. Dominic swaps it for something bigger and smooth: a thick yellow shaft that shoves Armond wide open. Armond grabs his jock pouch, knuckles white. He yanks his knees to his chest, legs spread, letting Dominic drive the massive toy all the way in. The second it slides free, Armond’s rim flares bright red, pink center blooming like a hungry mouth. Dominic’s tattooed hands keep working, pushing Armond further, daring him to take more.