Connor Patricks at the mercy of Mr Ducati

Chained to the St. Andrews Cross, Connor Patricks awaits with leather blindfold impairing his vision. The only thing he can do is squirm in his bondage as the sounds of Trenton Ducati’s footsteps grow closer and closer. Trenton inspects the boy’s ass before unleashing the flogger on his backside. To even him out, Connor’s brought front and center for another flogging before he’s suspended from the cross, ass propped open for a proper fucking. On his knees, the bound slave worships his master’s cock while enduring the sting of the crop on his ass and shoulders. Trenton’s sadistic thirst continues with Connor on his knees with elastic bands wrapped around his feet. One after another, Trenton snaps the painful bands against Connor’s tender soles before he’s covered in clothespins. Trenton finishes his boy off with a final fuck before dousing his face in hot cum. On his back, Connor begs his master to milk all the cum from his aching balls.