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In a dimly lit room, Xavier is bound, his arms stretched wide, legs spread, his body a canvas for Ashton's kinky art. Ashton, with a sadistic gleam in his eye, runs a finger along Xavier's bound form, tracing the lines of rope, feeling the boy's pulse quicken. He picks up a cat-o'-nine-tails, the leather tails whispering against Xavier's skin before they snap, leaving red welts. Xavier gasps, his body arching into the pain, his cock standing proud. Ashton chuckles, his own cock hardening in his pants. He unzips, letting his thick, veined cock free, rubbing it against Xavier's lips before sliding it into his mouth. Xavier sucks, eager, hungry, his eyes locked onto Ashton's as he's fucked and whipped into submission.