Blue Bailey and Blake Daniels

Blue Bailey grips Blake Daniels’ wrists in black leather cuffs, his own chest jolting under the crackling probe of an electro device, the current biting deep into pale, corded muscle. The chain between them tightens as Blake arches, his nipple clamped and sparked until he gasps, fingers twitching against the restraints. The air hums with the sharp zaps, each one a controlled burn against skin stretched taut over defined shoulders and arms.