Dirk Wakefield is one of those gorgeous boys you see on elite college campuses, wearing tailored shirts and loafers without socks, fit and trim from hours on the Lacrosse field. These preps think they own the world – and usually their daddies do. For Dirk Wakefield, that all ends today. The last thing he remembers before waking-up half-naked in our dungeon is a hand over his face in the locker room of his dorm’s gym. Now he is roped, on his back, arms spread, to a wooden bench and chair wearing nothing but a jock and a thin T-shirt. He is alone until a young, muscular man, his face hidden under a hood, enters and feels up his body – then rips off his shirt and jock and covers his nipples, cock and balls with clothespins! What the fuck!

Dirk Wakefield isn’t a master-of-the-universe-in-training anymore. He is a piece of meat, naked, bound and in pain, tortured by a man he doesn’t know who has complete power over him. He is flat on his back, roped at his throat, wrists and knees. A dozen clothespins bite into his nipples, cock and balls. A spring-loaded clamp crushes the end of his cock. He is lean and well built. The man removes the pins gradually and fondles the most sensitive, private parts of Dirk's body. Each removal causes a burst of pain as blood rushes back into his wounds. The hooded, muscular tormentor works Dirk's cock, which hardens against his will. His abs quiver and he squeals through his ball-gag as the man runs a razor-sharp pinwheel over his cock and nipples.

Still bound naked on his back, young Dirk Wakefield looks on in horror as the mystery-man torturing him ties a rope around the base of his cock and balls. The man pulls the rope tight and ties is off, painfully stretching Dirk's scrotum. The rich college boy looks great, back arched, muscles fluttering under smooth skin, his cock and balls turning purple. Suddenly, a cat-o’-nine-tail whip crashes down on his chest and abs, leaving deep, red welts. Dirk screams through his ball-gag, gurgling with pain as his beautiful body heaves and quivers under the lash. The boy is flipped over and roped to the same bench facedown, his ass in the air, his scrotum stretched by a barbell. His back is caned with a bamboo switch, leaving painful, deep welts.

Dirk is fucked. He's on his knees, facedown, roped to a bench. But that’s not all: His ball-sack is stretched, roped to a barbell, and a massive dildo remains rammed up his ass and roped in place. His back is covered with dozens of welts from being caned. His ass is one solid bruise from an even worse caning, but his suffering is far from over. The young man torturing him, who acts like a robot programmed to inflict pain, canes him again on top of his existing wounds. Dirk is a pain slave: fucked, helpless and beaten at will. The man release Dirk's left wrist and whispers “Show me some cum and I won’t hurt you so bad.” The beautiful boy, helpless and utterly exhausted, works his cock until he pumps out a huge load of cum and collapses. Then he's roped upright to the cage bars, so his chest, stomach and cock and can be tortured.

Young prep Dirk Wakefield is naturally lean, with a shapely torso tapering down to a narrow waist, abs visible as he quivers and breathes, cum-gutters forming a triangle down to his shaved pubes, legs well defined and strong. The first lash of the single-tail cuts right across the top of his pecs, leaving a long, red welt. The young man in the hoody torturing him works Dirk’s cock to get it nice and plump as he delivers a dozen more slicing blows, leaving Dirk's chest, stomach and lower abs beautifully decorated with marks of pain. “Please…” the poor boy begs, gasping in agony, his legs and ass shaking uncontrollably. The man responds by roping Dirk’s cock and balls to a heavy barbell, stretching them painfully.

Dirk Wakefield has lost track of how long he’s been in pain, his young body throbbing and cramping after being roped in unnatural positions for hours, his cock and balls stretched with rope and heavy weights, his virginal asshole brutally fucked with huge dildos, his lean, athletic body whipped and caned everywhere. He looks amazing, arms wrapped around a bench, chest and abs decorated with lash marks. Still, his tormentor will not stop hurting him, whipping him, yanking on the rope around his scrotum, leaving him in agony for hours, his cock and balls turning purple, suffering for no reason other than his youth and beauty. Finally, he is untied, only to be turned around and re-roped to the bench face-first so his back and ass can be whipped with the single tail, even harder than before. “Fuck you!” he blurts out. Big mistake.

As the single-tail whip continues to lash his back and ass, leaving his flesh bruised and cut, Dirk nearly loses it, sobbing, knees buckling. He’s been tortured and fucked hard and long. His athletic body trembles, as the man whipping him steps back to admire his handiwork. The man, silent as usual, fingers Dirk's asshole while showing him the huge dildo he is about to ram home. Dirk, remember, hadn’t been fucked before he was snatched off his college campus. Now he gasps and screams as his muscular ass inhales a rigid, oversized, rubber cock for the umpteenth time. Finally, the young college boy is turned around, roped only by his throat, and ordered to cum. Dirk gets rock-hard while stroking his ripped abs, then busts a load for his master.