Beautiful, young Wyatt is back! Jared has kept him locked in a tiny cage for the last two weeks, naked and shaved clean. The slave has been fed and exercised so he's ready for more torture. Jared drags Wyatt from his cage and bolts him to the cross. The kid has never been crucified before but quickly learns the simple power of the cross. He is fit and compact, with a good strength-to-weight ratio, so he can hold himself in place for several minutes before the ache - then the agony - sets in. Soon, however, the slave is gasping in pain, glistening with sweat, his legs shaking. And then things get worse: First Jared puts a ball-crusher on Wyatt's balls, then hangs a heavy iron weight from it. Wyatt moans in agony. He needs relief! And he gets it, sort off. Jared attaches electrodes to the metal ball crusher and Wyatt's wrist and places a stool covered with pressure-sensors in front of him. The slave can step on the stool to relieve the pull of his body against the cross, but even slight.
Landon is a little straight stud who does odd jobs around the neighborhood. All that physical work keeps him lean and fit. He's one of those short, stocky guys, naturally muscular, very boyish but stronger than you might think. Rope man J.J. loves his meaty ass and thick thighs, especially after he ropes him spread-eagled against a wooden wall. Landon thinks he's posing for some kinky pictures - nothing sexual, just pictures - in his work shirt and undies. "What the hell," he mutters as J.J. fondles has ass and legs, then rips open his shirt and does the same to his nicely muscled back. "OK," he thinks to himself. "A little muscle-rubbing ain't so bad, better than working for a living." Then the whip hits his bare back.
Jared is in the mood for some "playtime" with a hot twink, a boy toy he can completely dominate. So he puts on a sexy, ripped muscle shirt and heads out to the bar. He returns with Wyatt and chains him in the dungeon, hooded and barefoot. The boy has been there for three hours when he suddenly feels Jared's body against his. "Why are you doing this?" Wyatt asks. He's always, secretly, wanted to be dominated, even hurt, but he's terrified. "I need a little playtime," Jared replies with a smirk, ripping the kid's T-shirt off. Then Wyatt hears the unmistakable sound of a leather whip hitting a hard surface and he begins to tremble in fear. "This guy is going to whip me!" he screams inside his head. He's right. And boy is it going to hurt.
Pretty Peter, lean and fit, perfect in every way, from his swimmer's build and flawless skin to his handsome face and thick hair, is being tortured by an expert who knows how to use pain to make a beautiful boy a work of art. Peter squirms and flexes, his fat cock flopping around, his stomach sucked in, his chest stretched. Every key part of his body - including his cock and balls and super-sensitive nipples - are fully exposed. Ropes at his wrists and ankles hold him firmly in place. All he can do is wait for the pain. And it comes. Rope man Matt starts with a black-and-blue flogger, pounding the boy's body from chest to thighs - even landing several "special" blows on his cock and balls. Then he moves to the pinwheel, dragging the nasty little thing expertly up and down the boy's prone body, along his ribs, over his flat stomach, over his pubic region, onto his inner thighs. Peter moans and begs, but the pain just increases - at Matt pushes the pins into his nipples and then all ove.
As part of his slave Wyatt's training, Jared reverses roles, showing Wyatt how a real man takes pain. Only Jared can intimidate and submit at the same time - ordering Wyatt to hurt him in very specific ways. He begins by directing Wyatt to remove his master's skin-tight workout pants. (Wyatt, of course, sneaks a sniff.) Then Jared, now completely naked, climbs up onto two padded sawhorses, allowing Wyatt to rub his lean, toned muscles. The first lesson is for Wyatt to put Jared's ball sack in a vice, then tie weights to it, stretching Jared's balls painfully. Jared remains in control the entire time, as Wyatt literally trembles in fear, worried he will make the wrong move. "Now you will whip me boy," Jared orders, arching his torso and throwing his head back. "If you whip my face or my balls, you will pay," he says. "You will whip me across my chest. And you will make me scream." And boy does it take a lot of pain to make Jared scream.
Zack likes to be admired. He knows that certain men - the ones who linger in the locker room at the gym - lust after his body. He sees the leers and hears the comments about his lean muscles, round ass and big cock. "I got the big dick from my black side, " Zack jokes, even though he's more white than black, with his caramel skin and European features. Today he will take a big step. He will move from being admired by other men to being helpless and displayed for their pleasure - and their pleasure alone. Hooded and wearing only his A&F briefs, Zack is lead into a carpeted room. Rope man Matt begins by roping his chest and arms. Zack is in total darkness, but he can feel Matt's hands - and the tight ropes - on his body. It's a bit painful, but he's getting turned on. He's pushed onto a sofa. His ankles are roped and tied to his chest harness - a hog-tie, Matt tells him. His cock is roped too - and it's getting hard. Soon he's rolling on the carpet, groaning, his muscles aching, his coc.
This straight boy Dan is a stinking filthy fucker. Heteros don't pay attention to their arses or clean properly so it looks like we'll have to do it for him. We wash his guts so his insides are pristine and ready to be fucked. A hole is torn into his near transparent pants so his anus is exposed for us. We insert a tube up his hole and fill his anal cavity with cold water. The pressure enrages him, but we demand he hold all the water in his anal cavity while his arse cheeks and the soles of his feet are lashed with a cane. Dan knows what is coming if he lets it out. He tries with all his might to tighten his sphincter and hold every drop in, but the tension is too great. Soon it all comes pouring out into the bucket. Now that this hetero's cunt is fresh and smelling sweet we can fuck him like we dreamed of doing when he bent over our table servicing us. He's given a royal screwing while we clench his throat and genitals. Dan is made to stare directly into Dave's eyes while he fucks hi.
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Zack waits patiently for his master, Matt, to return, stretched out on a solid-oak table, arms up high over his head, eyes closed. Zack is silent and still, scared, but also eager. His cock is already semi-erect under his tight, see-through bikini briefs. When rope man Matt enters and begins to tie him down, Zack is overcome by fear. His dick begins to soften, but - as the ropes around his wrists and ankles tighten and he realizes he is helpless, exposed and vulnerable - his cock gets rock-hard, stretching his briefs so far that his balls literally fall out. By the time Matt cuts the briefs off, Zack's cock is throbbing, fully erect. He remains aroused the whole time he struggles on the table, stretched on his back, every muscle in his young body flexing. Such a beautiful boy; such a beautiful cock.
"Young Jaimie shutters in pain, his back and ass crisscrossed with horrible welts from his initial whipping. Many more will follow. Jared, always the sadist, teases the boy, dragging a new, seven-foot single-tail under his chin, giving him a full appreciation of the whip's length and power before the actual lashing begins. Using a whiplash stroke, Jared cuts the naked, helpless youth with a series of rapid-fire blows. Jaimie is stoic no longer. He cries out with each lash. A spray of alcohol on his fresh wounds burns like liquid fire. "Good night," Jared sneers, leaving the boy chained on his feet, in agony, alone in the torture chamber. Jaimie is dazed and half-asleep when, hours later, a group of guards unchain him, turn him around and lift him up onto the cross. When he regains full consciousness, the truth sinks in: He's crucified!
Smooth young Landon is roped on his back, legs up high, asshole quivering, trapped in an elaborate web of hemp. His soles are completely exposed and vulnerable - a fact he becomes keenly aware of when rope man J.J. smacks them with his bamboo cane, sending Landon into squeals of pain. J.J. just loves those feet. He can't keep his hands off of them.
"You're pathetic, boy!" Jared tells the exhausted, tortured college boy sitting in front of him, his shirt ripped open, his cock pulled out from his undies. The kid has been shocked so many times he's nearly in shock, only half conscious. Then Jared flips the switch and lets the current flow into the young boy's body for over 40 seconds - twice as long as legal. Jaimie gasps and screams but soon collapses; futures shocks just make his limp body jolt and shake. The next day the lean youth is strung up, face first against a wooden cross, in his tiny undies and A-shirt. Jared rips the shirt off, exposing a lovely, athletic back. "I'm going to make you scream, boy, you are nothing but a worthless punk," Jared says as he lays into the boy with his single-tail whip, leaving horrible - but beautiful - lash marks up and down his back. Jaimie suffers terribly, but refuses to give up his fellow young anarchists.
Rope man Matt continues to enjoy his latest acquisition: a 20-year-old slave boy with beautiful caramel skin, lean muscles and a huge cock. The boy lies stretched and tied to his master's dining table, like a delectable meal. He loves the tight ropes that hold him down, but he wishes his master would enjoy his body and cock without inflicting so much pain. Even though his nipples feel like they are being crushed by the nasty plastic clamps that have been clamped on them for hours, he gets instantly hard as his master ropes his cock and balls and pulls the rope tight, tying the ends to his toes. His massive black-boy cock stays hard - until his master gets out a switch and smacks the soles of his feet. The pain is unbearable, but he takes it, thrashing around and pulling the rope tight around his balls. Removing the nasty clamps from his throbbing nipples causes another flash of pain, as blood rushes back into his damaged nerve endings. He loves his master, even though he is so cruel.
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Jaimie Steel is a strikingly beautiful young college student. He's also an anarchist - and looks the part, with his nerdy glasses and gay-boy haircut. He and a group of fellow brainy leftists - mostly queer kids of color like him - have formed a group called "No Love." They break windows and blow whistles at anti-Trump rallies and all have the same tattoo on their left pec - a red heart with a black cross over it. Today this sexy little troublemaker will pay for his crimes - and suffer at the hands of a real sadist, Jared. He'll either give up his fellow young anarchists - or be tortured. At first the shocks are short and blunted, but painful. Then Jared attaches an electrode to Jaimie's nipples via two biting clips connected to a highly conductive, silver chain. Watching his lean, smooth, well built body jump and jolt as he's shocked is a total turn on.
Rope man Matt has his lean, young slave boy bent over his oak dinning table, his wrists and balls roped to the table's support beam, keeping him effectively pinned. The boy's firm, round ass jets lewdly into the air, as he squirms and struggles, his muscular ass checks clenching and unclenching. The first strike of the switch feels like a razor cutting across his skin. The switch is an old-fashion birch branch, favored by disciplinarians of old for his flexibility and strength. It delivers a nasty sting with just a flick of the wrist. Matt strikes his boy's plump butt over and over. He loves watching the welts darken, even on caramel skin. He loves watching Zack squirm and moan, trying in vain to avoid further blows. There's nothing better than old fashion canning - especially when the victim is roped down and helpless.
Nineteen-year-old Levy Foxx is part of a "gang" of young Asian boys who steal and candy bars from local stores. Levy - the best looking of the boys - is the only one held by the cops after the gang is arrested. Slender and smooth, with a look of pure innocence, Levy is sent not to a traditional jail but to our special facility. He is cuffed by his wrists and ankles, stripped to his underwear and placed in a small cage. Levy knows something strange is happening, but he has no idea what. "Do you know why you are here, boy?" Martin Thorn, a prison guard dressed in black, asks as he reaches into the tiny cage and caresses Levy's body and grabs his cock. "No!" Levy says, terrified. Martin just smiles. "You know what happens to pretty boys like you in prison?" he asks, as Levy shakes his head. "You are going to suck a lot of dick," he says as he pulls Levy out of the cage, handcuffs him to it and pushes him down on his knees, then removes his own pants and shoves his cock into the boy's mo.
Zack has been tied to the X-cross, spread-eagled, for many hours, his muscles aching in the highly uncomfortable pose, arms high over head, feet spread, his back forced to arch by the tight ropes holding his upper and lower chest. His master, a rich rope expert who collects beautiful boys and turns them into slaves, is a natural sadist, so Zack's suffering will now get much worse. Matt ropes his cock and balls and yanks - hard - forcing Zack to arch even more, his ball sack painfully stretched. Leaving him like that, Matt then tears into the boy with his whip, making him groan in agony through his ball gag. Finally, Matt unties the ropes and removes the gag. Zack doesn't collapse or even ask for a break. He knows he must now ejaculate for his master, to show his appreciation for not being hurt even more. It is a magnificent site, seeing that massive cock pump out and equally massive load of cum.
The tables have turned! Horny sadist Jared is face-planted on the torture table - just like Liam was a few hours ago - his wrists and ankles bolted together in a steel brace, his asshole stretched wide, ready to be plowed by Liam's massive cock. Liam warms-up Jared's ass with the flogger. Even though he is helpless and being whipped, Jared still thinks he's the Alpha, threatening Liam with retribution. Liam shuts him up by shoving his hard dick all the way in, fucking Jared like a cheap whore, making him moan and gasp, half in pain, half in . And then a special treat: Liam pulls out and spews a huge load of cum all over Jared's back, then goes right back to fucking him, spewing a second load just minutes later. Jared is fucked twice, but still, he's cocky - until Liam zaps him way too long with a cattle-prod, leaving Jared as a twitching pile of muscle, covered with welts and cum.
Rex has the body of the high school wrestler he is, tight, compact and muscular. With his ruddy cheeks, powerful muscles and striking good looks, he is a classic All American Boy - and he is all ours. Rope man Matt has a fantastic time tying up his perfect little specimen, spreading his arms wide on the bondage table to highlight his muscular chest and biceps, then hiking his knees up in the air to exposed his hairy little asshole, framed by a sexy little bikini-jock. At just 18, Rex has had plenty of sex with girls, but he has never taken as much as a pinky in his butt. That is about to change. You know Rex is a total virgin by the way he moans and screams as Matt forces the medium-sized dildo up his tight hole. The kid's entire body shakes as he's ass-fucked for the very first time. "Thank-you, thank-you," he cries as Matt pulls the thing out. But Matt is just getting started. He immediately shoves the dildo back in - this time tying it in place and leaving Rex to writhe in agony.
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Beautiful boy Levy Foxx is chained to a table, spread-eagled on his back, naked and terrified. Alone in the cold dungeon, he can see a small flogger, a longer single-tail whip and an absolutely massive dildo lying on a table near his feet. Martin Thorn enters, now fully dressed in his black uniform. He picks up the flogger and immediately tears into Levy's chest and abs, making the boy squirm and squeal in agony, each blow more painful than the last. The flogging is nonstop for what seems like an hour then, suddenly, it gets worse, much worse: Martin switches to the single-tail. With every slicing cut of the whip, Levy throws his head back and screams, his body arching beautifully, showing off his lean, boyish physique. "There will be bigger dicks than mine in prison, boy," Martin says, grabbing the massive 12-incher from the table. Then he thrusts it up the shrieking boy's ass.
Rope man J.J. is such a sadist. He has ringed young Thomas' chest and balls with clothespins. Now, after several hours, he removes the pins, one by one, from Thomas' pecs and nipples, making him yelp with pain as blood rushes back into his wounded flesh. J.J. then smacks those fresh wounds with his crop. Just the slightest tap makes Thomas cry out through his gag. Now it's time to do the same thing to his balls, but instead of smacking them with the crop, he ropes them and yanks away. Poor, poor frat boy.
