Young Slave, alone in his room, closes the door, sealing himself in with his dark desires. He strips, his body a canvas of bruises and welts from past sessions. He sits on the edge of his bed, his cock hard and eager. He begins to stroke it, his grip firm and steady. With his other hand, he reaches for the riding crop leaning against the wall. The room fills with the sound of his flesh meeting the leather, each slap echoing through him, pushing him closer to the edge.