Logan Stevens is captured

Logan Stevens stands bound to a wooden frame in the woods, his dark hair damp from sweat as the other man, clean-shaven, broad-shouldered, and gripping a dildo, presses it deep into his hole while ropes tighten around his wrists. The paddle cracks against his bare ass, leaving red marks where the trees loom behind them, the air thick with the sound of wood splintering and the wet, rhythmic thrusts of the dildo.