My whipping boy is strung up, arms suspended over his head, his cock and balls tied up in CBT bondage. He's open, vulnerable, and ever-so sensitive now that his balls are separated in that tight rope bondage. Crop in hand, cock leash in the other hand, I his cock head, shaft, and balls over and over and over again, smacking them with the crop until they are deeply bruised. He yells and cries out but I don't stop or go easy on him. His genitalia is my toy, after all. I light up a cigarette, letting it dangle from my lips as I continue pulverizing his tender manhood. I ash my cigarette butt o...

My whipping boy is strung up, arms suspended over his head, his cock and balls tied up in CBT bondage. He's open, vulnerable, and ever-so sensitive now that his balls are separated in that tight rope bondage. Crop in hand, cock leash in the other hand, I his cock head, shaft, and balls over and over and over again, smacking them with the crop until they are deeply bruised. He yells and cries out but I don't stop or go easy on him. His genitalia is my toy, after all. I light up a cigarette, letting it dangle from my lips as I continue pulverizing his tender manhood. I ash my cigarette butt on his cock, run the burning embers over his shaft, and finally stub it out on his soft bits. Having had my sadistic fun, I leave him strung up for the next time I'm feeling frisky.