The man flicked the whip back and forth with a steady pace. Each blow sent Trent squirming against his bonds, howling and writhing. The rope which bound his hands only had enough give for him to pull it up to his face. He curled his fingers and gnawed at his nails in futility.
His cock was red and swollen from the assault. All he felt from it was the angry burn of the welts. And yet he remained hard.
“Stop! Fuck, please stop!”
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This originally started as “taking a break” from another project I was working on. Then it took a couple days :p
The boy’s face first appeared as a sketch here. I didn’t use it at the time, but this was a good opportunity :D I’ll use the braces in a future drawing…


