A rich Italian landowner, Don Giovanni, tells a family living on his estate outside of Rome that they will lose their home and livelihood unless they pay off a large loan – or convince their 22-year-old son, Stefano, a beautiful bodybuilder, to be his slave for five years. The boy has two choices: As a sex slave he will be dressed in the finest clothes, his body oiled and massaged, but he must fellate his master and be fucked on command. As a pain slave no sex will be required, but his body will be at the disposal of the man, to be tortured at will, as long as no permanent damage is inflicted. Stefano, a good son, must save his family, so he chooses to be a pain slave. To his surprise, he is sent to America, to be tortured for weeks. He is blindfolded, so each blow, lash and zap of electricity is a surprise. His master, in Rome, watches every minute of his suffering on live video.

Stefano is completely naked, his muscular body glistening, displayed perfectly, a human-X of solid muscle. A single-tail whip, expertly wielded by professional sadist Anthony Martin, cuts into his back and ass over two-dozen times, making the young muscle-stud scream and gasp in pain. Anthony gropes Stefano's body like he is a side of beef, then goes right back to whipping him. Stefano, blindfolded, has no idea what will happen next. Each slice of the whip, each grab of his ass and cock, is a surprise. It’s like he isn’t fully human, just a slab of boy-flesh. After inflicting all that agony, Anthony gets him hard, then jerks him off, squeezing rope after rope of cum from his cock. Then he zaps Stefano’s balls with a taser, several times.

Twenty more lashes to his back and ass and more tases to his balls make it crystal clear that Stefano is a slave. A padded, leather blindfold keeps him in complete darkness; he has no idea when and where he will be hit or shocked next. He is a slab of naked muscle to be used and abused at will. The man torturing him can squeeze his flesh, run his hands up and down his body, grab his ass and fondle his cock whenever he pleases. Stefano has no idea who this man is, but can tell by the feel of him against his body that he is slim and wiry. An electric winch lifts Stefano up onto his toes, straining his muscles and making it hard to breathe. Later, still blindfolded and naked, Stefano is released from the slow agony of being stretched and chained to a different position; his arms down, a steel collar around his neck, and a ball-gag in his mouth. His perfect body is squeezed and fondled for hours; all he can do is stand there and take it. He has agreed to all this and wont back down on his word.

Stefano is solid muscle from head to toe, a Greek god, a man of incredible strength, at the peak of his physical prowess, but now he is utterly helpless, chained at his throat, wrists and ankles, a slab of meat, completely at the mercy of a man not half his size. He has been shipped to our dungeon by has new master, a rich Roman aristocrat, who has hired us to torture him mercilessly, live on camera for all to see. Professional sadist Anthony Martin has stripped and blindfolded Stefano. His body has been shaved smooth, like marble. And now he is being brutally flogged, up and down his V-shaped back and bulbous ass. Anthony puts down the whip only long enough to fondle the muscle boy, then goes right back to whipping him and misting the fresh wounds with alcohol, sending that glorious body into new spasms of pain.

Anthony Martin loves keeping Stefano blindfolded and standing erect, his arms at his sides, chained away from his body, his legs spread, his back aching, forced to remain erect and unbending for hours by the steel collar around his neck. It is the ideal position for maximum appreciation of his physique. He flexes and strains against the chains, displaying his muscles perfectly. Anthony rubs down every inch of his glorious body with baby oil before, once again, flogging the stud on his abs and pecs, stopping only to grope his reddened, warm flesh and hairless cock and balls. Then Anthony switches to a horse crop – delivering a new, much sharper pain to his torso, inner thighs and cock. Then a live electrode touches his metal collar.

Relaxing in his villa in Rome, in front of three live camera feeds streaming from our dungeon, Don Giovanni watches his latest acquisition – 22-year-old bodybuilder Stefano – work his cock. The cameras are so precise, the Don can see every bruise left by the clothespins on Stefano’s pecs, the veins pulsating in his biceps, and the drops of moisture on his thighs. As Stefano pumps out a rope of cum, the Don cums at the same time. Watching this muscle stud chained and helpless, cumming on command after being tortured for hours, makes him crazy with lust. Stefano is then left alone, spent and exhausted, for hours, still on his feet, naked. Anthony Martin – a man half his size – pushes the blindfolded stud to his knees. “Kiss my boots, slave boy! Lick them!” he demands, as Don Giovanni returns to his camera feed. Stefano willingly complies, and the Don’s dick gets rock hard, again, as his slave is chained to a torture-table to endure his next ordeal.

Stefano’s naked body is displayed on the torture table perfectly, his arms chained overhead to one winch, his legs chained to another. The slight stretch and the raising of his arms and legs cause his stomach to suck in and his limbs to flex, making him look even more muscular and ripped. Stefano remains blindfolded, in total darkness, nothing but a perfect piece of man-meat. Anthony Martin stays in the shadows, his eyes drinking in every inch of the slave's physique. Then Anthony does what everyone watching this would love to do: He fondles and caresses that perfect body, from his throat and biceps to his pecs and waistline to his thighs and feet. And, of course, Anthony strokes that gorgeous, hairless cock and balls. Then he cranks both winches, stretching the stud just to the point of pain, reminding him that he is not just an object of desire, but a slave to be tortured. But first, his body must be oiled.

Bodybuilder Stefano’s gorgeous muscles ache terribly as he’s stretched by his elevated legs and arms. He quietly moans as Anthony Martin, indifferent to his pain, squeezes his muscles and enjoys his perfectly displayed physique. “Flex those quads for me! Tighten those abs!” Anthony barks, treating Stefano as his play thing. Then he works the slave’s uncut cock. “You are going to cum for me, boy,” Anthony says. “This body, this cock, belong to me.” Stefano closes his eyes and tries to get hard, knowing he must please this man or suffer even worse agonies. Soon his cock hardens and he busts a load of cum all over his tormentor’s hand, but instead of loosening the tension, Anthony stretches him even harder, taking Stefano to a whole new level of suffering.

Stefano’s owner, Don Giovanni, is a devout Catholic who grew up in an old Roman church, staring at a marble statue of a nearly naked young man nailed to a cross. He dreamed of yanking the loincloth from the crucified man’s hips. He imagined what it would be like to touch the man’s quivering flesh, feeling the pain emanating from his muscles. Now, as a rich man, he can make those dreams come true. Today he crucifies the perfect muscle-stud – Stefano – for the first of what will be hundreds of times. The young bodybuilder is completely naked, shaved smooth. He is so powerful he can hold his body in position for over an hour, but the agony of the cross is unbearable. Every muscle in his body bulges, under intense strain. Giovanni tells his surrogate, Anthony Martin, to moisten Stefano’s body with a mist of vinegar and oil and rub the mixture into his whipped skin and aching muscles. Anthony has never felt anything so sublime.

After five hours on the cross, Stefano is immediately chained on his back to a bench press. He is totally exhausted, every muscle in his body fatigued to the point of failure. He pulls pitifully on a steel chain wrapped around his waist. “Put your hands up here!” Anthony Martin orders, tapping a barbell resting on a rack above Stefano’s face. Stefano grips the bar and moans quietly as Anthony fastens his hands to it with duct tape. The slave remains blindfolded so he doesn’t notice Anthony attaching an electrode to one end of the rack holding the barbell, but when Anthony touches the other end with a second electrode, Stefano is zapped with current – down his arms and through his torso! Now the exhausted bodybuilder must hold the 170-pound barbell above its resting place – or be shocked! His traumatized arms and chest tremble until his muscles give out and he drops the weight, shocking himself continuously until he manages to lift it again. This dance of pain continues for hours.