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He's surrendered control, his body arched in the vacbed, latex hugging his flesh like a second skin. The flogger sings through the air, each crack against his ass and back sending jolts of pleasure-pain coursing through him. His breath fogs the gasmask, his moans muffled, yet audible, echoing in the room. His body responds, muscles tensing and releasing, as he rides the wave of sensation, completely at the mercy of the flogger's rhythm.