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upper and lower restraints. They had hung the cloth and punching bag from a chain in front of the cross when they were practicing earlier, and Tristan removed all the pieces and set them off to the side.
    He removed his cotton T-shirt and tossed it to the side, exposing his colorful body art on the front of his chest. He had a few tattoos on his chest from his teenage years and a half sleeve on his upper bicep that was still a work in progress. He turned around so that his back was to Dominic and held his arms out to the sides. He lowered his head and stared at his boots and steeled himself for the first strike.
    “I will do different variations of the more basic lashes. I won’t get into anything that will leave marks…at least that last for more than a day,” Dominic jested. “You will feel the bite at varying intensities. Ready?”
    “Yup. Fire away.”
    The only way that Tristan knew Dominic had swung the whip was the whoosh he just barely heard. There were no other sounds or movement, and there was a small spot on his back that tingled. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have realized the first one had landed.
    The next two strikes were stronger and left a sting in their place. Tristan was starting to sense the pattern of the blows and was ready when the third and fourth one came. What he wasn’t ready for was the intense pain that stayed with him long after the whip had left his back. It started as a tingle and slowly spread across his skin like tiny prickles.
    His muscles tensed when he heard the crack of the whip behind him, but the blow had already landed by the time he heard it. Tristan was paralyzed as the pain took a direct route along his nerve endings and flooded his entire body. He couldn’t help the scream that escaped through his clenched teeth, and he clenched his eyelids together tightly.
    When Tristan thought the pain was back to a manageable level, another round came like flicks of lightning, and he fell forward on his knees. There was no pain this time, even though Tristan felt as if his skin was on fire. Waves of pleasure rolled across his nerve endings and felt like they were on a direct path with his already throbbing cock.
    Tristan was beyond surprised at how his body was reacting to the pain, but he’d just listened to Chris drone on and on for hours about the fine line between pain and pleasure. He knew that if Dominic were to keep this up, he wouldn’t be able to control himself anymore. It should have embarrassed him to be this turned on by being whipped by another man, but something in his brain flicked on like a light switch.
    Tristan had already felt the power in the whip when he used it himself and was more than certain now of the possibilities after feeling what it would do to someone’s willing body. He wished he didn’t have to learn so hands on with another guy, but if this is what he had to do to get to that sweet honey pot at the end of the day, then so be it. Because right now, his brain was flooded with images of a petite tattooed brunette, writhing naked in this very spot as he controlled her like a puppet on marionette strings. To hold control over someone like that, with them being absolutely helpless and needing Tristan to bring them the ultimate release, was a huge shot of adrenaline to his body. It was a thing of beauty to see in his mind and having that possibility so close to him, was damn near perfect.
    Dominic approached, but to his credit, he didn’t touch Tristan as he panted and his chest heaved on his knees at the end of the whip station. “How do you feel?”
    Tristan had to clear his throat a few times to find his voice, “Fucking amazing. I’m ready.”

Chapter Three

    T ristan was practically bouncing back and forth on the heels of his boots, ready to get started with the evening. He was leaning his back against the railing to the stairs and had a clear view to the alcove where the submissives would be waiting. He had on a pair of black dress pants with a brand