"You guess?" Vic slapped Eric's ass playfully. His bare hand stung, a little, but it was nothing compared to the pain from the paddle. " I guess it's time for me to shoot a big load up your ass."
"Go ahead." Eric thrust his butt back toward Vic. He hoped Vic would use lube, but he was braced for the pain. That would make up for the unforgivable climax, a little.
Vic laughed. "Fuckin' A, you are eager!" Eric's cock jerked as Vic slipped a finger up his anus. "You're gonna get it. Soon enough."
He walked over to the frame and stood with his feet spread apart and his hands on his hips. In his heavy work boots and clinging tee-shirt with his stiff cock and bulging balls protruding from his tight jeans, he looked like the star of a gay BDSM porn video. "Come here."
"Yes sir." Eric straightened up and started toward Vic.
"Call me 'Stud,'" Vick growled. "Remember your purpose . . . Hole."
Eric's boner returned with a vengeance as he contemplated his impending punishment. "Yes, Stud. Do what you will." He stood in front of the frame and stretched his wrists and ankles toward the heavy wood structure's corners.
Vic laughed. "You don't have any idea what 'Do what thou wilt' means." He fastened Eric's wrists and ankles to the heavy leather cuffs attached to the frame's corners. "But you're gonna find out."
He switched on a pair of floodlights over the frame, then took a flogger—thin black leather straps attached to a black leather whip handle—out of the cardboard box and stepped behind Eric.
Eric stared at his and Vic's reflections in the mirror. His cock—sticking up from his hairless crotch—was so hard. Vic looked almost demonic, with burning eyes, and a towering hard-on. He raised his arm and . . .
Crack!!!
Eric screamed in shock and surprise as the lash struck his buttocks, making a sharp cracking sound that echoed around the bare concrete space. Each individual leather strap stung in its own unique way. It was startling, as well as painful.
Vic waited until the pain had begun to subside and then . . .
Crack!!
Eric screamed at the new pain, trying to jerk away, but restrained by the wrist and ankle cuffs that held him spread-eagled to the frame.
"Damn, your ass is red." Vic was staring at their hard-ons in the mirror with wild eyes. "It's so fuckin' sexy."
Crack!!
Vic hit Eric again. And then again, settling into a steady rhythm of one stroke every three seconds.
Eric's stiff cock jerked in time with the cracking whip. It was still loud as fuck, but didn't hurt so much now. Maybe it never had. Vic's flogger was a toy, designed to sting and make a lot of noise, but not do any harm. A real whip would have torn flesh and drawn blood.
"You like it." Vic worked the flail, battering Eric's buttocks.
Eric moaned and sobbed from a mixture of pleasure and pain as the beating went on and on. It still hurt, but his throbbing cock was close to spurting. "Yes Sir . . . uh . . . Stud. More . . . Please."
"Now you're ready for a good hard buttfucking." Vic dropped the flogger into the cardboard box and took a squeeze bottle of lubricant out. He coated his hard-on with the slippery gel and then stepped behind Eric.
