Braden is a 21-year-old professional model. You can tell by his flawless, tanned skin; thick, golden hair; beautiful, gleaming teeth and, of course, his near perfect gym body. Well, “professional model” might be a bit of an overstatement. He’s gotten a few gigs through a semi-legit agency, but mostly he’s done porn and a lot of dancing at gay bars. That’s how our rope man, Matt, spots him, wiggling on a tabletop, wearing nothing but super-tight, see-through briefs. Matt, who is surprisingly rich, does nothing more than flash a wad of bills to entice Braden to go home with him. Braden figures he’ll play nice, maybe suck some cock, and take care of next month’s rent in just one night. Little does Braden know, he is in for a lot more than a little cock sucking. He is going to suffer long and hard for being so damn pretty.

“Get hard, boy,” Matt tells his new boy. Braden’s perfect college-boy body is tightly wrapped in heavy chain, pressing his arms against his body but allowing him just enough movement to work his cock. Braden unquestioningly complies, knowing this man has complete power over him. He must stand high up on his toes to keep the chain around his neck from chocking him. He uses the control he has over the flow of oxygen to his brain to help him get hard – and them pump out several massive ropes of cum! Standing there, dripping with cum, Braden asks his master for mercy. “Please, it’s chocking me,” he says. But Matt just leaves him there, painfully chained, until he passes out, contemplating what will happen to him next.

Braden has no idea what is about to happen to him as rope man Matt first ties his wrists to a choke rope around this neck, then stretches his ball sack with over a dozen loops of cotton rope. Braden looks so good displayed this way, on his knees, painfully bound with just a few ropes, his muscular torso stretched and flexing. Now for the surprise. Braden is kneeling over a “boy seat” – a block of wood with a massive steel ball on the end of a steel shaft sticking out of it. Matt has looped the rope griping Braden’s balls through an eyehook the front of the boy seat. A hank on the rope forces Braden down onto the seat – impaling his virgin, straight-boy asshole on the steel ball. “It’s fucking me!” Braden screams. Matt fucks him like this over and over, yanking on the rope, then releasing the tension. Finally, he ties the rope off, leaving Braden impaled for hours, kneeling painfully, a steel ball up his ass, totally helpless.

Rope man Matt is tying his favorite new boy to his favorite new toy: an inversion bench. Braden looks great spread out on the bench in its horizontal mode, his arms winged out above his head, roped at his elbows and wrists and around his flexed biceps, making them bulge even more impressively. He’s wearing nothing but his tiny, see-through, dancer briefs, which do a fine job of highlighting his luscious cock. “Get your hands off me!” Braden yells as Matt fondles him through the thin fabric. Smarting off in this situation is not a smart move. Matt rips the undies off, balls them up and shoves them deep into Braden’s mouth. Braden tastes his own ball sweat and pre-cum as Matt tapes his mouth shut, making him almost swallow the undies. All he can do now is moan unintelligibly as Matt flips him upside down and flogs his exposed pecs and abs.

Braden is hanging upside down, blood rushing to his head, abs sucked in hard, biceps bulging, framed by rope. Now it’s time for even more fun. Rope man Matt ties a noose around Braden’s balls and pulls them tight, tying off the rope to the inversion bench’s foot brace. Soon Braden’s balls are as engorged and veiny as his biceps and as bright red as his face. If that weren’t bad enough, Matt continues to flog his stomach and cock. After a few hours hanging upside down alone, Braden is totally broken, willing to submit to anything. Matt returns and moves his slave boy to a low table, pushing him down on his knees, ass up, his balls and wrists roped to keep him from moving freely. Braden’s pink little asshole quivers and winks as he trembles in fear. He knows what’s next.

Braden moans and begs, on his knees on the bondage table, banging his head in fear and frustration. “Oh God, no!” he screams when Matt waves the massive, black dildo under his nose. “You’re gonna like it,” Matt smirks, as he pushes the dildo’s brass-knuckles-like base through his fingers, making it a fuck-weapon, an extension of his fist, a tool for punch-fucking a boy’s asshole. “No, please, no!” Braden begs, in between moans, as Matt pushes the dildo-head against his tight asshole. “Fuck!” Braden screams as the thing penetrates him. Matt rhythmically fucks the boy, in and out, slowly, then rapidly. Eventually he gets all 11 inches of the hard rubber deep up Braden’s ass. Braden can just moan and beg, his beautiful face contorted in pain and humiliation.