The Abject Submission of Zac Steele: Master Max Sargent’s Marathon of Mastering and Flogging

Master Max Sargent’s eyes narrow as he inspects the naked body of Zac Steele. The young man hands over his restraints, eagerly awaiting his master’s instructions. With a flick of his wrist, Max fastens the leather straps around Zac’s biceps, shoulders, and ankles. Inching closer, Max’s gaze focuses on Zac’s hard, pulsating erection. He gently touches the tip, causing a shudder to run through the bound man’s body. The leather studded whip cracks through the air, landing gently against Zac’s trembling flesh. Max pulls Zac’s hands upwards, securing them behind his head, and slides his fingers down Zac’s smooth, hairless chest. Each caress sends waves of pleasure through the young man’s body. The master presses tightly against Zac’s neck, delicately tracing circles around his throat with his mouth. The whip swings in earnest, striking Zac’s bare back. The young man grits his teeth, holding back a scream of pleasure. The pain only heightens his arousal. Max’s lips descend upon Zac’s swollen erection, engulfing it in a mass of hot, wet flesh. The master sucks and licks at the sensitive member, causing Zac’s body to twitch and writhe on the wooden block. Zac’s groans grow louder as Max’s mouth continues to devour his sensitive member. The master’s tongue runs down his length, nibbling at the tender, pink tip, until it erupts into a series of pulsating squirts. Max disengages, wiping his face clean with the back of his hand. He smiles, content, as he retrieves a firm leather paddle.