Leo Edwards is the perfect muscle twink, tall and lean with creamy skin, completely hairless from his eyes to to his thighs. He spends enough time in the gym to give his pecs, arms, legs and abs just the right amount of definition. His smooth skin is as lustrous as white marble, his nipples pink and sensitive. He has one of those expensive, gay-boy haircuts – thick and platinum blond. He is completely naked and helpless, his wrists cuffed behind his back, his throat and ankles chained. Two clothespins bite into his nipples. Grant Dixon, fully clothed, licks and fondles his muscles, sucks his cock and fingers his butthole at will. Leo gets hard – and Grant whips his erect cock with the crop. Then he raises Leo’s arms with the winch. This boy’s perfect skin will now be scarred with the whip.

Leo can’t believe his eyes when Grant Dixon shows him the same red-and-black single-tail whip that Felix Frost used on him a year ago. Grant strikes the floor with the braided leather, creating that horrible sound. “Please whip me. I want it” Leo says, his naked, hairless body trembling, his abs fluttering. The whip hits the middle of his back. Crack! Leo cries out in pain but Grant just sneers, a look of pure lust on his face. “God, how I love hurting you,” he says, then whips the blond boy again and again and again, until his back and ass are covered with welts. He sprays the fresh wounds with alcohol. Leo has never looked better, gasping and flexing, until Grant lifts him up onto his tiptoes — and continues to whip him. Such a beautiful boy, displayed and tortured to perfection.

Blond boy Leo is spread-eagled on the torture table, naked, his alabaster skin glistening against the black felt, his abs sucked in, pecs stretched, armpits deep and hollow. Young master Grant Dixon enters with his favorite whip, a short, nasty flogger. Grant loves playing psychological games with innocent boys like Leo. He loves how they flinch when he makes a sudden movement and the look on their faces as he caresses their skin with the whip right before beating them. Leo has the lithe, wiry body of a dancer. Being that lean not only looks good, it makes the pain of the whip much worse. Grant lays into Leo’s torso, flogging him from his pubes to his pecs. The whip wraps around his ribcage and waist leaving horrible welts on his once-flawless skin. Leo was made to be tortured – and he knows it and embraces it.

Leo has lost count of the number of days he’s been held captive. He is always naked, eats out of a bowl and sleeps in a cage, in a concrete dungeon without windows. He is not even sure if it is day or night. Maybe a week ago, he was whipped, with a single-tail and a flogger, but the wounds have pretty much healed. He must workout and suck cock daily but hasn’t been bound and beaten since – until today. An hour ago he was strapped facedown to the torture table, his butt raised by a curved, wooden block under his waist. “It’s time to get fucked!” his young master, Grant Dixon, announces as he rubs Leo’s lean muscles, slaps his ass and tongues his quivering asshole. Grant pulls his huge cock from his jeans and climbs on top of the boy. “Oh god!” Leo gasps as the erect cock slides into his butt, then is rammed all the way in. “It’s so big!” the poor boy moans as he’s fucked for what seems like an hour. Grant finally pulls out and busts a load of cum all over Leo’s ass. Then he shoves his dripping phallus back in his pants and whips Leo within an inch of his life.

Imagine if you could keep the boy of your dreams in your basement, naked, bound and ready to fuck, torture or use in anyway you want whenever you please. For Grant Dixon, the boy of his dreams is Leo Edwards, a tall, lean muscle-twink, barely out of his teens, with floppy, blond hair, a sleek, hairless body and the face of an angel. Leo sits on a concrete floor, arms bound overhead, legs spread and chained, when Grant, dressed in black jeans, boots and a T-shirt, enters, carrying his hand-flogger. “I only have a few minutes and I want to see you cum,” Grant says, caressing his boy’s body then whipping his chest and abs several times. “Yes, sir! I’ll do it, sir!” Leo says. Grant releases one of his slave’s wrists and lets him have at it. In minutes, the boy pumps out a huge load of cum, as his asshole quivers and puckers.

“Now it’s my turn!” Grant Dixon says, looking down at young Leo, covered in his own cum. Grant strips off his jeans and whips out his massive, erect cock; nothing turns him on more than having a naked, blond twink chained in his dungeon. “Oh God,” Leo mumbles, eying the massive cock inches from his face. He gags as Grant face-fucks him. He can’t believe the size of the thing. Grant pulls out and busts a load of cum all over Leo’s chest. “I’m not done with you yet!” Grant bellows. Leo’s legs are pulled apart so hard he literally straddles the floor, a painful version of the splits. His wrists and neck are locked in a pillory.

Leo has been alone, in pain, his legs stretched so wide his cock and balls rest on the concrete floor, for hours, his torso covered with the crusty remnants of his own and his master’s cum. Finally, the door opens and his master, Grant Dixon enters, flogger in hand. He beats the boy up and down his back and ass, pausing only to rub and squeeze his reddened, muscular flesh.