
Eddie Patrick tries out a new BDSM activity for him – edging. For this purpose, Van Darkholme orders Derek Kage to take care of Eddie’s big cock. Derek, as an experienced, versatile man, knows exactly what to do to keep Eddie on the edge for as long as possible, and the intervention of Van Darkholme and his vibrating toys gives an even greater charge to the session.
Van slaps the ropes tight around Eddie’s wrists, Derek’s fingers already yanking that blindfold down. “Keep those baby blues shut, pretty boy,” Van growls, tactical scissors snipping elastic waistband. Boxers hit the floor. Derek’s tongue’s on that dick before Eddie can gasp—wet, sloppy noises fill the room. “Fuuuuck, D, you suck cock like a stray at a carne asada,” Eddie whines, hips twitching.
Vibes hit his shaft next—baseball-bat-thick and twitching under the buzz. “Scream for us, bitch.” Van’s grin is wicked as rubber cords bite Eddie’s nipples. The hood comes next, leather creaking, breath hot against the mask. “You wanna cum?” Derek’s hand spanks his balls—purple, swollen, dripping. “Nah. Not yet.”
Derek straddles him raw, slams down till Eddie’s tip kisses his guts. “C’mon, big guy, pound me—” but he bounces off fast, leaving Eddie’s dick throbbing, veins popping. Nipple clamps snap on. Eddie’s howling now, back arching, cock leaking rivers. Van slaps his thigh: “Beg harder.” Tears streak the hood.
“Please, please lemme—”
Eddie’s scream cracks. The night’s long, baby.
















