Michal and Petr

The bearded one wraps the blond’s wrists tight in rope, pulling his arms above his head until his back arches against the wall. His smooth, muscular body trembles as the dark-haired man cracks the whip, the lash biting deep into his ass. The rope bites harder still, the wooden beam groaning as they adjust his position, each snap of the whip, each tug of the knots, leaves his hole slick and ready.