Tommy is now bent over the padded horse, his ass up in the air. He feels more vulnerable than ever. He’s been bound like this for over an hour, alone in a cold, dark cell. Suddenly he hears the man’s deep voice. “You’re a fucking delinquent! You still haven’t learned your lesson!” the man bellows. “Fuck you!” Tommy replies, his spirit still unbroken. We’ll see about that. The whip cuts into the boy’s firm, spread ass cheeks, leaving them cut with dozens of nasty lashes in just minutes. Then his lean back is whipped up and down until it is bright red, lash marks covering literally every square inch. Tommy screams and begs but the unrelenting beating never lets up.