In the dimly lit chamber, a lone figure, "slaveboy" from Wanttobewhipped, awaits his ritual. Naked, he stands, hands bound behind his back, his cock throbbing with anticipation. The air is thick with the scent of leather as the whip, his tool of solace, hangs ominously nearby. He's learned to embrace the sting, the pain, the release. Today, he's ready to push his limits, to feel the lash mark his flesh, to hear the crack echo in the silence.