"Stay still for Daddy!”
The man snarled, his voice a distorted rasp.
While his lower body pinned the boy down, his hands were busy torturing the boy's tender, red, swollen n*****s. He didn't just touch them, He pinched and twisted with a sadistic vigor that left the boy's vision sparking behind the blindfold. His mouth moved lower, biting down hard on the boy’s stomach, his teeth sinking into the pale skin as his fingers dug into the boy's ribs. The grip was so punishing and absolute that deep, dark finger marks began to bloom across the boy's torso, permanent reminders of the man's iron-clad possession.
He wasn't kissing, he was branding. He moved with a desperate hunger, leaving a trail of dark purple and blue-red marks that mapped a path of ruin from the boy’s throat down to his sto
