He eyed Kevin critically. The client, an older man, muscular and heavy-set, wasted no time with pleasantries. Kevin whimpered. He groaned and twisted on the stranger’s cock, still begging, but the other man’s hands were on his hips, dragging him back onto his wide cock. It didn’t take long; though the other man had shot his load only half-hour before, he was soon groaning and writhing into Kevin’s back, biting at his shoulder as his cock jerked, shooting threads of semen deep into the young man’s guts. A cool breeze brushed over his naked body. All Kevin could do was to turn his head away as the whip came down, again and again, barely giving him time to draw breath between the vicious strokes. Kevin could feel the heat of it, but there wasn’t much he could do except stand there and hope that this wouldn’t take much longer. All Kevin could do was to turn his head away as the whip came down, again and again, barely giving him time to draw breath between the vicious strokes.
