Rich has this straight man tied to a rack, and proceeds to administer a hard, relentless whipping. Poor Paul quickly becomes short of breath, gasping, panting and moaning in response to the steady drum beat of Rich’s whip as his tight, sexy ass turns bright red and his facial expression goes from calm, to pain, rage and finally fear as the ass pounding goes on steadily without letup.
Rich now takes a leather strap to Paul’s ass and things start to get intense. Paul takes this time to inform Rich of his “severe anger problem,” which he fears might be triggered by a hard spanking, but Rich ignores him. You can tell that he’s on the verge of a rage as he struggles to cope with the pain, his body is trembling, his breathing is loud and labored, he grits his teeth and at times his eyes actually roll back into his read. But Rich just spanks on, making the angry straight boy submit to his punishment.
Tied to a spanking bench, his ass in the air, his balls visible and vulnerable, Paul gets a warm up hand spanking from Rich. Then, when his cheeks are rosy red, Rich switches to a riding crop. Soon poor Paul is trembling, his breathing is fast, loud and labored, his body is tense, and his teeth are clenched. This is clearly a young man who hates every minute of the punishment he’s agreed to take.
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After going to dinner, I took Matt home which was only two blocks from me. We lived super close to each other. We arranged for me to spend time at his place next weekend. Matt promised me 24 hours of difficult, strenuous, and limit pushing bondage that would make me suffer. When he said that I didn’t respond right away. Matt looked directly in the eyes and waited while I processed what he said. I finally nodded my head in agreement and his facial expression went to his shit grinned look. It made me smile but I also knew there was determination behind his comment and his look. We said our goodbyes and he left the car and went into his house. I drove the short distance home and started to think about the next weekend. What would happen?
By socalbd
The warmth envelopes Ben, dark and alone; the man is so calm, so safe. There is the natural rhythm of his breathing, which he hears so strongly. That is the only sound in this void that feels like floating in water. But Ben is dry, well, other than the sweat he feels dripping off his head. Gently, Ben’s senses are coming back to him. The feeling is so serene that his body is in no rush to return to any part of a real world.