Face down and struggling to writhe under the control of the tight bondage belts the boy tries to squirm away from the cold sting of Sir’s reaver as it traces his body. He lets out stifled moan after moan, his voice dampened by the bondage tape secured around his head. Sir takes a welting ball off the wall, a promise for a future deep and penetrating sting, and a leather strap which slaps the boys ass without mercy.

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