Oh, how I do adore the sound of my dreaded thrasher whip as it cuts into the flesh of my helpless slave. Perhaps second only to the thrilling sound of my pet's guttural screams, trapped deep in the back of his throat. Over and over I relentlessly lacerate his back and ass, until they are one enormous mass of welted and bruised slave flesh.

He can attempt to scream all he wants in an effort to better absorb and accept the excruciating pain. He can twist and turn his body all he wants in an attempt to shield his already damaged flesh. He can cry, beg and plead all he wants in an atte... Show more