Kevin didn’t feel the other man’s semen shooting up into his bowels, but he did feel him shudder as he emptied himself, and then pull out. It didn’t take long; though the other man had shot his load only half-hour before, he was soon groaning and writhing into Kevin’s back, biting at his shoulder as his cock jerked, shooting threads of semen deep into the young man’s guts. He could feel a hot, searing pain spreading across his gut, and hoped desperately that he wasn’t too badly injured. It was the first time Kevin had heard him speak and, through the haze of pain, he thought he recognised him. Now he was awaiting the latest client. A love bite very rarely left a scar. All Kevin could do was to turn his head away as the whip came down, again and again, barely giving him time to draw breath between the vicious strokes.
