Warehouse Kinks

Tony Buff runs his fingers along the wand's cold shaft. Interchangeable tips click into place. He holds it up where Chase Young can see it. The pup hangs from his wrists, bare feet flat on concrete. His cock hangs low and heavy between his thighs. The first spark cracks. Chase sucks in a sharp breath. Tony touches the live tip to Chase's chest and he rises straight onto his toes. Another pass sends sparks across Chase's stomach and he jerks upward again. Tony swaps the tips, each one thicker and meaner than the last. He holds a fresh one just below Chase's balls. An inch of empty air crackles between metal and skin. “Come down if you want it,” Tony tells him. Chase stays up, thighs shaking. Sweat rolls down his ribs. Tony smiles, then wraps his fist around Chase's cock. He strokes once, then twice, then stops. Chase whimpers, still on his toes. Tony strokes again, slow and tight, stopping just short each time. Chase moans through gritted teeth. When Tony finally lets him come, Chase shoots hard, ropes hitting the concrete while the wand still hums at his side.