Sadistic, sexy top-man Anthony Martin has had his eye on a beautiful, young ballet dancer, Nigel, for weeks. Nigel Is one of those boys everyone loves, a natural athlete, effortlessly graceful and gorgeous but also sweet and modest. Anthony has seen him working-out in the store-front dance-studio near downtown. Dozens of men have fantasized about fucking the long-haired, well-built boy, a work of art in a dancer’s muscle shirt and posing-strap, but only Anthony is ballsy enough to grab his prey and make him his slave. Now Nigel, wearing that shirt and strap, is bound in the dungeon, blindfolded and gagged. “Like that?” Anthony asks as he rips the boy’s shirt open and twists his nipples. Nigel has no idea who this man is or why he is stripping him naked, whipping him with a leather crop and clamping clothespins on his nipples and cock. He is terrified – and he hasn’t even seen the massive bulge between Anthony’s thighs, a beer-can-sized cock that will split him wide open.

Sexy top-man Anthony Martin keeps his ballet-boy Nigel rock-hard – even though the boy is terrified and his nipples are screaming in pain. Anthony knows how to keep a cock hard, on the edge of cumming, sometimes for hours. Completely naked, his torso showing signs of the whip, Nigel moans in combination of pain, fear and desire, so ready to bust a load his body shakes from head to toe as Anthony works his cock and fingers his asshole. Finally, after edging him for hours, Anthony lets his boy’s cock erupt like a geyser. Even after he cums, Nigel remains rock-hard. His reward: More pain. Nigel screams as he’s stretched so wide his legs completely touch the ground. He’ll remain like that, doing the splits, overnight, chained in a dungeon, naked, blindfolded, gagged and helpless, whimpering in pain, his dick still oozing cum.

Yesterday, Nigel was the new boy in town, successful in his ballet career, popular with his friends, enjoying life. Today, he is bound and gagged, naked in a dungeon, suffering alone. Clothespins dig into his nipples. His legs throb, stretched so wide they straddle the floor. Thank god he is a trained dancer or several tendons would be torn. Covered with sweat from the strain, he is almost delirious with pain and exhaustion. He has been in this stressful position for many hours. Then he hears the door open. “Good morning, boy,” his kidnapper says, removing his blindfold and gag. “Who are you? Why are you doing this?” Nigel asks. “Shut the fuck up!” the man replies, smacking him hard across the face. Then a massive cock is shoved in his face. “Suck it!” Nigel resists but soon is chocking on the massive cock until, suddenly, it is pulled out and sprays a huge load of cum all over his face. How can this be happening?

Ballet boy Nigel is giving the performance of a lifetime. He is stripped naked, standing on two boxes about a foot high, his wrists chained to the ceiling. “Why are you doing this?” he asks when Anthony Martin enters, dressed in high leather boots, a harness and a leather codpiece that advertises the massiveness of his cock. “Keep that mouth shut!” Anthony barks back, covering the boy’s mouth, whipping him, then placing a metal pole with a massive dildo mounted to it under his ass. As a dancer, Nigel is shaved smooth down to his ankles, with not even a hint of hair on his armpits or around his cock. Nigel’s dancer-butt trembles as Anthony positions the tip of the dildo into his asshole, then pulls the boxes apart, making Nigel fuck himself. Soon the beautiful boy is moaning in pain as the 11-inch dildo slides all the way up his ass and Anthony flogs his smooth, firm body then sprays the wounds with alcohol. In the end, Nigel hangs limp, impaled and covered with welts.

Nigel hangs from his wrists for hours, naked and alone, a ball-gag shoved in his mouth, balanced in midair, his legs stretched parallel to the floor, forced into a permanent splits. If he weren’t a ballet dancer, every tendon in his thighs would tear, but Nigel endures, his lean, smooth body covered with welts from earlier tortures. Anthony Martin returns with his flogger and beats the youth on his back, front, ass and inner thighs, then slurps the boy’s cock like it is an ice-cream cone, getting him rock-hard despite the pain. Anthony returns to whipping the boy – including his cock -- until Nigel's hard-on goes limp. “If you can’t stay hard, I’ll make you hard,” Anthony sneers, attaching a penis-pump to the helpless boy and pumping away, making his cock expand, then whipping him even harder. Wow. Just wow.

Young Nigel is displayed on a table, face-down, naked and blindfolded, his wrists and ankles padlocked to form a human X. His muscular back shows the signs of earlier beatings, fresh wounds on top of older ones. “You’re gonna suck my dick!” Anthony tells him, slapping his face when he refuses then shoving a massive cock down his throat when he finally opens his mouth. Nigel gags as he’s violated like a common whore. Anthony’s cock swells even larger, but still his lust isn’t satisfied. He whips Nigel's back and ass with the single-tail and mists the fresh wounds with alcohol. Then he fucks the boy – shoving in all 11-inches as his body slaps against the Nigel’s ass. Nigel moans in agony; he can’t believe this is happening to him. Then he feels the huge cock pull out and spew a massive load of cum all over his back.

Last week Nigel was “living his best life,” doing ballet and making friend in his new city. Now everything has changed: He’s been brutally whipped and tortured, forced to suck a huge cock, brutally fucked repeatedly, covered with cum and jerked-off – all while in pain, his limber body stretched to its limits. Today he is bound, face-up, on a small table, completely naked and gagged, his dancer’s body covered with welts from previous whippings. He’s lost track of time: He knows he’s been fed several times and allowed to evacuate his bowels and sleep here and there, but every day is a blur of pain, humiliation and sex. He’s left alone, bound and helpless, for hours. Then Anthony returns and beats him with a crop then slices his creamy, lean stomach and chest with the single-tail whip. “I want you always hard, boy!” Anthony announces, attaching the vacuum pump to his cock once again.

Anthony Martin is having the time of his life: His perfect boy, a lean, hairless dancer, is stretched on an inclined table, his naked body covered with welts and lash-marks, his long, flowing hair soaked with sweat, a gag shoved into his pretty mouth. Anthony slaps the boy’s still fresh wounds, making him cry out in pain. He loves the boyish moans, so innocent, so sexy. He finger-fucks the kid’s tight ass, making him moan even louder, his ripped abdomen trembling seductively. “I want you always hard, boy!” Anthony says, using his favorite taunt. He attaches the vacuum pump to Nigel’s flaccid cock once again and pumps away, making the boy’s member double, then triple, in size. Nigel is literally nothing but a piece of flesh, a pleasure toy for his master. For the next several hours he’s sliced with the single-tail; alcohol is sprayed on his fresh wounds, and his cock is painfully tortured with the pump. Then he’s left alone to suffer and wonder if he will ever escape his new life of abuse and humiliation.