BB-125 Back Alley Buddies

Excerpt

The man was careful not to strike Tommy Kirkpatrick twice in the same place. Christopher Mummphrey was smart enough to know that this would be a bloody waste of time.

Christopher knew that Tommy’s nerve-endings were being deadened and numbed with each blow from the black leather strap.

Christopher could see no point whatsoever in striking Tommy Kirkpatrick in a place where the masochistic lad could no longer feel it. Christopher wanted the beautiful little boy’s pain to be new and fresh and severe with each blow from the belt turned whip.

CRACK! SMACK!

“OWWWWWWWW!”

Besides, the handsome man liked the way the welts looked as they formed a pretty pattern on the white flesh.

Christopher wanted to make a design, a design of welts, on Tommy Kirkpatrick’s preciously cute body. Christopher wanted to stripe the cute little runaway like a zebra.

Christopher brought the belt down at the very top of the crack of Tommy’s ass, at the y-shaped cleft. Christopher struck Tommy on the small of his back—between the twin dimples that indicated the location his kidneys.

CRACK!

“NOOOOOOOO!”

The man began to whip at Tommy Kirkpatrick’s back, concentrating his energy on the hypersensitive plane between the lad’s shoulder blades. The lad could feel the texture of his pain undergoing a metamorphosis on the spot. Tommy Kirkpatrick could feel the sharpest of his pain fading away. He could feel the pain dulling into an ache, and then transforming as a blossom transforms into a flower into PLEASURE!