Draven Torres and Armond Rizzo: dueling muscle. Armond is lashed to a post, his arms overhead like St. Sebastian. He’s naked and his uncut cock dangles heavily before him. He cannot see Draven behind him, bringing out the instrument he’s about to use on Armond’s flesh. Before this is over, Armond will sizzle in more ways than one. Draven’s jet black hair is gelled to a high ridge that runs from his forehead to the nape of his neck. His cock is rock hard, and hes about to put Armond to the test. Draven’s wand crackles with electricity every time it touches Armond’s skin. Armond screams when the wand touches the tip of his foreskin, but he gets a kiss for his endurance. Imagine what it must feel like to see the wand approach but be unable to move, waiting for the moment it’s close enough for the charge to leap in a violet arc to your skin. The next instrument Draven wields is a plasma globe; it, too, delivers lightning-like flashes of stimulation. He touches it to each of their bodies in turn. Then Draven puts his toys aside, he presses his body close to Armond’s and strokes him to an intense orgasm.
