The bondage was tight, and Alex moaned in pain as the rope bit into his tender skin. At twenty-five years of age, he felt he was too young to have to endure such agony, but having come to the gay bondage studio to make some money for his girlfriend, he realized at this point he had no choice.
“Do you know what bastinado is, Alex?” the man asked.
“I think so, Sir. My girlfriend does it to me sometimes.”
“Are you gonna beat my feet, Sir?”