Eric’s world exploded in pain. His body lurched forward as far as his bonds would allow, and his head snapped back as he let out a piercing scream. Before he could recover his senses, another blow landed across his back. Then another. Eric was in such agony and such a state of shock that he couldn’t do anything but scream. Coherent thoughts and words were impossible.

After ten lashes, Roy put down the whip. He’d put all his effort into each lash, and was starting to sweat. He peeled off his uniform shirt. Had Eric not been hooded, he would’ve seen a mass of muscles and chest fur, slick with sweat. Roy rubbed the growing bulge in his pants, and walked around in front of the boy.

Eric sensed the cop in front of him and started moaning. “Please. Please…” Roy grabbed the kid’s nuts, and squeezed them slightly, saying “I hope you’re not going to beg me to stop. That would make me very angry.” He was talking again in that gentle, soothing voice. “You were about to say ‘please whip me, again’, weren’t you?” Eric didn’t answer. Roy squeezed the kid’s balls a little harder. “WEREN’T YOU?”

Eric was crying and shaking. He couldn’t say the words. The cop crushed the kid’s balls in his massive hand and Eric screamed again and finally managed to spit out “Please whip me again.”