Daddy’s Boy

Austin L Young bends over a chair, his lean frame taut as the bearded man cracks a leather strap against his ass, the sharp sting cutting through the air. The tattoos on his arms ripple with each strike, while the other man, smooth-shaven, muscular, and gripping the bench for balance, watches, his fingers tracing the dark hair at the nape of Young’s neck. Straps bite into his wrists, holding him still as the spanking turns deliberate, the object’s weight driving home with every swing.