Leo Edwards can’t believe his eyes when Grant Dixon shows him the same red-and-black single-tail whip that Felix Frost used on him a year ago. His nightmares are filled with memories of that whip, cutting into his skin, like a hot knife. The whip hits the middle of his back. Crack! Leo cries out in pain but Grant just sneers, a look of pure lust on his face. “God, how I love hurting you,” he says, then whips the blond boy again and again and again, until his back and ass are covered with welts. Leo Edwards has never looked better, gasping and flexing, until Grant lifts him up onto his tiptoes — and continues to whip him.
