Xana Star and Richie Rennt

Richie sits locked in the cell, rope biting every limb, body stretched tight against cold bars. Xana keeps him bound from first cut of the whip to last. One wrong move and the electrode lodged inside him delivers a jolt that curls his spine. The whip lands harder. He swings, suspended, rope sawing into his skin until every breath tastes like pain. When the knots finally give, he drops to his knees and kisses polished leather. He opens wider for the thick cock that follows, takes it, then turns and spreads for the same shaft pounding deep inside him.