Daddy’s Boy - part 2

Austin L Young bends the limits of submission with a whip’s crack, his arms stretched taut above him as the ropes bite into his skin. The dark-haired, tattooed man kneels behind him, fingers tightening around the straps to hold him spread-eagled, legs splayed wide for the next strike. Every position, back, side, stomach, is a test of endurance, the restraints pulling his muscles into sharp relief as the whip’s path carves the air. The only sound is the snap of leather and the breath hissed between clenched teeth.