Axel Johnson is chained on his back, blindfolded and naked. “What is this? Where am I?” he cries out, completely in the dark. He is cuffed at his wrists and ankles to a rack that has the power to pull his body apart, but he doesn’t know that, yet. He hears the dungeon door open and then feels hands on his body. He is terrified, knowing he will soon be in pain but having no idea how. Smack! A riding-crop hits his nipples, then his navel, then his inner thighs and feet – he never knows where until it happens. The first crank of the rack stretches him just a little. “Oh god,” he thinks. “I’m going to be racked!” He will, indeed, but first the soles of his feet – the most sensitive part of the body – are caned. Suddenly, he’s stretched, still loose enough to squirm and flex, but fully stretched. Then the real pain begins – a long, hard flogging of his torso. Rarely has a boy suffered so beautifully. And his torment has just begun.
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