“You’re not so cocky anymore, are you boy?” muscle stud Jared sneers as he flogs Daniel harder and harder. The teenager wails, shaking in pain, his lean, naked body covered with deep, red welts. But Jared is unrelenting, like a machine. Jared pushes the up, not the down, button on the winch, pulling Daniel up so high he dangles in mid-air, his toes able to touch the ground only when he allows his body to stretch, making his whip marks scream in pain. The next round of whipping is even worse.
