At the top of the screen, there was the wording “live feed” and what Cassidy saw, made him stop and stare. On the screen was a room with a naked man, tied to a large cross. He was cuffed at the wrists and at the ankles and stood straight, leaning back against the cross. His neck was circled with a thick bicycle type chain which had a large padlock on it, hanging between his pecs. The man was not particularly old or good looking but judging by his erection, he was extremely turned on by being bound to the large leather contraption.
A tall man dressed in assless leather chaps and a leather thong, covering an impressive bulge, circled him. The man was masked and wore thigh high black boots. He repeatedly slapped a cat-o-nine-tails against the right boot, as he circled. From his build and the impressive body, Cass was certain that he had to be Zack Teak. He’d watched his lips enough to be able to identify them by now. Fascinated, he watched as Zack leaned in close and spoke into the sub’s ear. The sub nodded and the Dom stepped back, raising his arm and letting the cat fall on the man’s stomach. The sub immediately began to whimper and beg but the Dom was relentless, lifting the cat and hitting him over and over, all over the front of his thighs and his stomach and chest. Soon the man’s skin began to turn pink and Cassidy could see that he had tears running down his face, though he never lost his erection.
Cassidy was shocked when the Dom stopped what he was doing and leaned close to the man, touching the side of his cheek with his palm and caressing the sub, seeming to sooth him. To Cassidy, it looked almost gentle, so different than the way the Dom had treated him only moments before. The sub seemed to calm at the Dom’s touch, and he offered the larger man a smile as he canted his head and closed his eyes, leaning into the caress. Zack didn’t let the touch go on for very long though. He dropped his hand and stepped back, but not before leaning in and speaking again into the man’s ear. The man smiled and nodded eagerly. Cassidy was stunned when Zack raised the cat-o-nine-tails and let the first blow fall over the man’s cock. The man cried out in obvious pain and Cassidy winced, for the first time, feeling his own hard cock, bob within the tight confines of his suit pants. It was the most frightening and exciting thing that Cassidy had ever seen. Cassidy reached down and fingered his large erection, repositioning it so that he was more comfortable. The urge to stroke himself off, was strong.
Zack raised the cat and dropped it again and again, landing each blow on the man’s front, sometimes on his stomach and chest, sometimes on his thighs and often on his cock, until the sub’s skin blushed red from his neck to his shins. Cassidy stared with rapt attention, watching the way Zack moved from one side to the other, never letting the blows fall too hard or too fast, seeming to gauge just what the sub needed from him, as he had told Cassidy. The whole time, his body was naked except for the few clothes he wore, his high tight ass, a beautiful sight to see as he paraded in front of the camera. Cassidy watched as he stopped landing the blows and leaned forward, pinching first one and then the other nipple as the sub cried out. The sub finally began begging for something, but Cassidy couldn’t tell what it was that he needed because Zack had the sound lowered on the computer.
Zack stood in front of the sub and reached out, taking the man’s cock in hand. After only a few pumps of his hand, the man came, shooting long streamers onto the floor as he cried out. Zack worked his cock until the man was drained and oddly, Cassidy realized that Zack did nothing to bring himself off, not even touch the bulging pouch of his thong. Zack offered the man his come covered hand and the sub happily licked his own spunk from it until it was clean. Zack leaned in and caressed the man’s cheek again, leaning forward to kiss him softly and the look of satisfaction and happiness on the sub’s face was stunning. As the screen faded to black, Cassidy realized that he was as hard as a rock, standing in front of Zack’s monitor and holding a cold latte that he hadn’t even touched during the scene he’d just watched.
