Flogd and Fukt and Painful Endurance

We find Jeff Allen shackled up next to bald, sex-dripping Rik Jammer.Wearing nothing but jocks and their game faces, they glisten with the sweat of jaunty movement, and then a sweet little whip appears from the side of the screen and starts to do its work. Naturally, it doesn't take long for sugar to turn to salt and pleasure to turn to pain. Theflogging suddenly lurches forward in power as Jeff contorts to the slaps and Rik growls out like the continuing echoing shout at the end of a movie fade out. There is no pussyfooting around here -- this is not for the weak of stomach. The intensity here isn't derived from mere chemistry, but from a very real beating inflicted on Jeff and Rik. However, that never takes away from the sheer sexiness of these two guys. Watch Rik's abs counter the whip smacks by remaining rigid and taut, like the brick wall taking on the car in a crash test. Or watch Jeff twist so that he can stare into Rik's eyes as both of them get ravaged by the lashes. Just when