Siren Santiago & Andre Bedford – BDSM Encounter II
Sadist Andre Bedford isn’t done with Siren Santiago yet. Before he fucks him hard, he’ll turn on the electric wand and use it on the most sensitive parts of Siren’s body – his sweet ass and erect penis.
The locker room of the sauna is quiet except for the crackle of the electric wand and the occasional gasp from Siren. Andre, a stranger with an undeniable air of confidence, approaches Siren with a gleam in his eye. Siren is initially hesitant, his muscles tense as he tries to understand what’s happening. Andre whispers in his ear, his breath hot and inviting, “Trust me, you’ll like it.” Andre’s hands, though foreign, are surprisingly gentle as he guides Siren to a bench in the corner of the locker room.
Siren’s body betrays him, a mix of anticipation and fear causing his heart to pound. Andre runs the wand along Siren’s exposed skin, starting at his shoulders and moving down his spine. Siren flinches with each contact, but Andre’s steady hand reassures him. The first zap of the wand at his hole sends waves of shock through his body, a scream escaping his lips. Andre chuckles, a deep, husky sound, “That’s it, let it out.”
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The sauna’s heat seems to intensify, or perhaps it’s just the intensity of their encounter. Andre’s fingers, slick with lube, explore Siren’s most intimate areas. He rims him, his tongue darting in and out, drawing moans from Siren. The locker room fills with sounds of skin on skin, of laboured breaths, and of needs being met.
Andre moves behind Siren, positioning himself for more. The electric wand is forgotten, discarded for the sensory overload Andre’s cock provides. Siren’s hole yields to Andre’s thick shaft, a mix of pain and pleasure that has him gripping the bench for support. “Harder,” Siren pleads, his voice a mix of demand and desperation.
The motion of Andre’s hips becomes frantic, his grip on Siren’s hips firm and unyielding. Siren’s moans fill the room, a symphony of gratification. Andre’s movements become erratic, his breaths shallow and ragged. “I’m close,” Andre grunts, his body tensing. He pulls out, his fist wrapping around his cock as he unloads, his seed landing on Siren’s back and ass, a warm blanket of satisfaction.
Siren, left breathless and sated, feels the warm wetness of his own release trickle down his leg. Andre, a stranger no more, collapses beside him, a contented smile on his face. The sauna’s quietness returns, interrupted only by their even breaths and the occasional creak of the wooden bench. The encounter between Andre Bedford and Siren Santiago has left them both transformed, a moment in time that will forever remain branded in their memories.
