Glistening with sweat, flat on his back, moaning and gasping, hour after hour,
Amone Bane is stretched on the rack, just shy of his breaking point. “Please
come back,” he begs, but no one is coming to help him. There is no relief, just
unrelenting strain on his beautiful, athletic body. Finally, five hours into his
ten hours on the rack, Amone is flipped over onto his stomach. His eye flutter
in exhaustion as Axel Johnson returns, with a flogger. The professional sadist
whips Amone’s back, ass and legs and gradually cranks the rack tighter and
tighter, stretching the boy back to his breaking point, whipping his straining
body the whole time, then leaving him alone to suffer the constant agony of the
rack for another five hours.
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