Noah remembers coming to the party. He remembers the man with the beard complimenting him on his good looks and smooth skin. He remembers his sweater being pulled off with only a half-shirt underneath. He remembers the man touching his stomach and saying “I am going to fuck you.” But he has no idea how he got here: stripped to his briefs and strapped to a mattress, in a room that looks like a torture chamber, Suddenly he is in complete darkness, blindfolded. What’s left of his underwear is cut off. He is naked. Then he feels then pain – from a pinwheel, then a riding crop, then a whip. He knows it will only get worse, much, much worse.
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