Zak's Wild Whip Adventures

Chapter 1 of None

Zak's next destination is in the village of Cottenham, England. Where he stumbles upon one of the most sought after locations any dummy thick ghost hunter could dream of, a hidden BDSM dungeon said to be haunted by its past owner. Only known to the village as 'The Whip' due to his spirit always being seen holding a long slick black whip accompanied by the echoing sounds of the whip-cracking against the damp walls and chains.Just from the thought, Zak was already quivering at the idea of meeting such an expert - picturing himself being that wild twink lion he always wanted to be with a strict lion tamer cracking the whip along his back down to his thick ass cheeks. After dreaming about that situation, he flexed his muscles whilst begging Aaron and Nick to remain in the car, neither of them able to say no to his allure.

Eventually moving from the car seat after he calmed down, his knees still weak as he staggers his way towards the hidden entrance, the rain soaking his white shirt exposing his muscular figure yet, they didn't care, he wanted every chance to lure 'The Whip' out for playtime. Soon reaching that rusted iron door before slowly forcing it open, the loud squeaking almost ruptured his ears, but his heart yearned for the pure pain and pleasure that the long whip striking his back could offer him. Allowing him to push forward as he bats away the cobwebs and hobbles down the cold stone stairs towards his goal, that dingy, damp hole filled with devious little treasures and torture devices that only his wildest dreams could imagine.

Zak reached the bottom of the stairs, coming face to face with a body length mirror as he eagerly eyes himself up and winks at his reflection before saying, "Damn... I wish spirits could feel me up and spit on me all the time... Just, look at me!". Whilst Zak was mesmerized by his reflection, the spirit appeared in the mirror behind him, making his eyes light up ecstatically as he offered his neck to him, 'The Whip' all too happy to oblige as he soon gave an orgasm-inducing lick along his bare neck, leaving a sticky line of ectoplasm residue behind.

Zak's voice quivered as he moaned softly from that simplistic but extraordinary interaction with his new lion tamer, his loose pants barely able to contain his excitement already as he collapses onto his knees. Having to recuperate after being licked, the foreplay already gets to him as his whole body heats up and his nipples perk from the tingly pleasure still roaming his body. He now knew that this wasn't going to be one of his boring nights hunting a murderous spirit but a hot steamy mess of him giving himself up as prey to 'The Whip' for the exotic pain and pleasure he can give him.