Master Tye beats Kyle Carson and Skylar Stone

Tye dominates with a strap, his grip tight around Kyle’s hips as the leather cracks against bare skin. Kyle bends over the table, muscles straining, while Skylar leans against the chair, arms stretched high as the belt cuts through the air. The strap bites into flesh, each strike deliberate, the weight of the punishment pressing down. One man holds the belt, the other takes it, no mercy, just the sound of leather and the breath held between strikes.