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“Ok. Let’s get you off that frame.” The skinhead unfastens the straps and you step to the floor. He moves to the other side of the room, where there is a wooden horse. “Get over that.” You bend over the horse and the boy cuffs your wrists and ankles in place to the bottom of the wooden legs. The padded leather top is comfortable, but you feel very vulnerable in this position. The skin takes your cock and balls and pulls them down so they’re straight between your thighs, your hard cock pushing against the side of the padding. He selects a paddle from the box on the floor and looks at you. “You like having your arse beaten?” You say nothing. “Well I think you will. I’m very good at this sort of thing.” The wooden paddle smacks both your arse cheeks at the same time, and you gasp. It wasn’t a hard stroke, but it still stings. “Fuck, “he purrs, “I love doing this.” Another smack, this time a little harder. Another… Another… The strokes get harder each time. The boy carefully targets slightly different spots each time and soon he is laying into you with most of his strength. After twenty minutes your arse feels like it’s on fire. You’re not really into pain, but this feels so good. The way this skinhead has built it up is amazing – if he’d laid into you at this level to start with you’d have been screaming for him to stop. But right now your cock is every bit as hard as it was. “Ok – your choice now.” He holds up two implements. One is a cane, the other a soft rubber whip. “Which would you like me to use?”
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