Last night, Grey Gold tried to break into his neighbor Axel Johnson’s home, smashing a window before hearing someone and fleeing. Today, Grey watches the house until Axel leaves and returns to finish the job only to discover Axel set him up — and is waiting with a Taser. After he’s shocked and falls to his knees, Grey looks up at Axel. “It’s only me, your neighbor,” he says with pleading eyes, but Axel shocks him again and drags him, moaning, to the basement. The boy, 18, is gagged and roped to a chair, his pants and shoes gone. Axel cuts holes over his nipples and whips them! Soon the boy is naked and covered with welts. It hurts but Grey accepts his fate. Anything is better than having Axel call the police.

Grey Gold now realizes that being stripped and smacked with a riding crop was a not singular event or a brief punishment, like the spankings he got as a child. It was just a prelude. He is now stretched on his back, naked and chained to a wooden bench, his stomach sucked in and abs flexing as he struggles against his binds. Axel slowly caresses his slave’s body, appreciating its smoothness. It is the body of an adult teenager – lean, but well-built – hairless, but for a small bush of pubes. Suddenly, the man grabs Grey by the balls and squeezes hard. Then, he pulls out a nasty flogger and whips his chest, stomach and thighs. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!” Grey pleads, but the man just whips him harder, pausing only to zap him with the taser. “You will be sorry!” The man responds. He means it, and he’s going to enjoy every second of breaking the new boy in.

Grey Gold is now spread-eagle on his back. Axel Johnston, his neighbor since he was a kid, not only wants to punish him for breaking a window and entering his home; he wants to use him sexually, to inflict pain on his prone, firm body while playing with his cock. Although he just turned 18 and still lives with his parents, Grey is not stupid. He’s seen Axel eyeing him when he takes off his shirt. But he never guessed he’d be where he is now. Axel squeezes and strokes his cock like he owns it. Like any teenager, Grey gets hard in a minute then busts a huge load of cum all over his abs – and he stays hard, even as Axel whips him.

It’s one thing to be a hot teenaged boy who catches your neighbor checking you out when you take your shirt off while cutting his grass. It’s another thing all together when that neighbor, wearing jeans and a leather harness, is standing over you with a whip while you are chained facedown, naked to a wooden platform in a room lined with whips and dildos. The first blow of the leather single-tail whip is a light test, with just a little sting. The next twenty cut like a knife. Axel Johnson loves the 18-year-old’s boyish moans and watching his lean body thrash helplessly with each painful lash. And he doesn’t just whip the boy, he sprays the fresh wounds with alcohol and rubs them like things of beauty.

Grey’s second day of punishment begins now. He is allowed to rest, naked, curled up next to a wooden cross. The thing comforts him a little – it’s something to hold onto while attempting to sleep, naked, on a cold, concrete floor – but he can only imagine what the cross will do to him. An hour later he finds out: He is bolted to the wood, arms spread, ankles strapped to the vertical beam, then raised upright. Axel Johnson, his neighbor, has fantasized about this moment for months: Seeing his naked, 18-year-old body displayed on the wood, stomach sucked in, ribcage straining against taut skin, pecs flattened. The boy’s body is even better than he expected, with muscular legs and shoulders and a beautiful chest and stomach topped off with fine nipples and deep armpits. And those moans of agony as the cross pulls him apart. Soon he is in total agony, his young body glistening.

Eighteen-year-old Grey Gold is now strapped spread-eagle, to a low table, naked and blindfolded, his ankles roped to eye-hooks in the ceiling. He might not be the brightest boy in class, but Grey now realizes he is not being kept naked in this basement for punishment but for sexual pleasure: The guy torturing him is getting off on it! As if to confirm this suspicion, Grey suddenly feels his legs rising, spreading his ass cheeks. He hears heavy footsteps approaching then feels something hard and greasy pushing into his asshole. “Fuck!” he screams as Axel Johnston rams a thick, 12-inch dildo deep up his virginal hole, then rhythmically fucks him. Grey squeals like a stuck pig, his young body shaking and thrashing, as he’s fucked for an hour. Axel finally stops, stands over the supine boy and cums all over his chest and abs, leaving him for more abuse later. Grey willingly submits to everything, saying out loud that anything is better than calling the police.

Grey Gold remains chained in his neighbor’s basement, on his knees, a steel collar holding him in place. He’s been fed and allowed to rest but remains naked, a sex object. Axel Johnson enters, shirtless, his huge cock jutting out of his open jeans. Grey stares at the thing, terrified. Axel rams it deep down Grey’s throat, making the boy’s whole body shudder as he fucks his mouth, slaps his ass and fingers his asshole. Now fully erect, Axel tongues the boy’s hole lustfully then shoves his cock in. Grey moans and shakes, slapping the floor with his hands and feet, his eyes rolling back in his head, as he’s fucked like a cheap whore. Axel finally pulls out, cums all over the hairless youth’s back then resumes fucking him.

Young Grey Gould is allowed to rest for the night, splayed face-up on a wooden rack, naked, arms chained overhead. Axel Johnson enters, horny as hell and ready for fun. He sucks Grey’s cock then cranks a winch that, to Grey’s great surprise, stretches his young body taut. The boy moans and scrunches his eyes as the older man rubs oil all over his supine body and plays with his nipples. Then the real fun begins: Axel stretches Grey tighter and tighter until he screams in agony. He continues to play with Grey’s cock and strokes his taut muscles, enjoying the strain emanating from them. “Now you are going to cum for me,” he says, loosening the chains. “Yes, sir! Thank you sir!” the boy replies, as his dick hardens with each stroke by his master. Despite the pain, he ejaculates a huge load of cum. His reward? He's stretched painfully again and left lone in the dungeon to suffer for hours.

Grey Gold is flipped over onto his stomach on the rack. He’s only slightly stretched at first. He cries out as Axel Johnson flogs him with a new whip. Then, Axel cranks him tighter and whips him harder, misting his fresh wounds with rubbing alcohol. Oh, God, does that hurt. Then Axel cranks him much tighter and whips him much harder, rubbing his wounds and enjoying his young flesh. We don’t think pretty boy Grey will be breaking into many other homes.