Cole Miller, wearing nothing but tight briefs and a small muscle-shirt, is dragged into a cold, concrete room, his arms chained behind his back. A steel brace around his neck keeps him standing ramrod straight, legs spread by a steel bar. The lanky, lean youth has no idea what will happen to him, but he knows he must cooperate or he could simply “disappear." Suddenly a booming, male voice fills the room. “Cole Miller!” the faceless voice bellows. “Yes, sir,” Cole replies, looking up, terrified. The voice tells Cole he is about to be “severely punished both physically and sexually” and that he must endure his torture “without complaint or question.” The guard on duty is told Cole is his to do with as he pleases and the young guard, dressed in a revealing leather outfit, smiles like a kid on Christmas morning. He kneels down and takes Cole’s huge cock in his mouth, getting the boy rock-hard. Cole is stripped, and his cock, nipples and naval are beat with a riding crop.

In the future, powerful men can seize “common boys” – young men of the working class – and use them as they wish, as long as the boys are not permanently damaged. The young men know they must cooperate or be hurt even more, that they have no official recourse and can have their lives ruined if they resist. Cole is strung up by his neck, naked, barely able to move. He is being “warmed-up” by another boy, his ordeal filmed by a man who does not want to appear on video. Cole’s back already aches from the awkward position. His body is lean and supple, smooth and unblemished, his cock large and responsive. He could easily be a model, with his boyish good looks and lanky physique, but instead he is a torture slave. He is being whipped for no other reason than his beauty. And his suffering has just begun.

Force to stand bolt-upright by a steel collar pulled tight around his neck, Cole’s lean, athletic body is racked with pain. His chest and stomach are covered with welts from a riding crop – and his young abuser continues to whip him at will. All Cole can do is endure it, knowing he can’t be “permanently damaged," just fucked and abused until the rich man who seized him off the street gets bored. Then the muscle twink puts on hard-rubber sparring gloves and punches Cole hard in the abs – over and over. Cole feels like he might pass out, but he knows he can’t; the steel collar could strangle him. After delivering more than two dozen blows, the boy pulls the gloves off. “See you tomorrow, bitch,” he announces and leaves the dungeon. “Please don’t leave me,” Cole begs. He will spend the night hanging from his neck, in agony.

After hanging by his neck all night, Cole is allowed a short rest, then is immediately chained again, spread-eagle, completely naked, readied for the whip. Cole has no one to blame but himself for being chained in a dungeon. No one made him to shave his lithe body, nor watch what he eats and jog every day to keep lean. No one made him wear a small T-shirts that reveal an inch of skin at his waistline as he walks around in public – and rise up past his navel when he lifts his arms. No one made him to have such a handsome, boyish face and firm, round ass. He did that all himself – and now he is strung up in a dungeon, and another boy is about to lash his back with a leather, single-tail whip, leaving him gasping in pain and brutally scarred.

After sucking his prisoner’s huge, throbbing cock until it explodes, half in his mouth and half all over the dungeon, the young guard steps backs and jerks himself off as Cole looks on, humiliated, knowing all this hard cock and spewing cum will mean more torture for him. He knows the older pervs watching feeds from the three cameras surrounding him will be even more aroused seeing his lean, helpless body sexually abused. Sure enough, Cole is unchained and cleaned-up only to be returned to the dungeon and handcuffed to a padded “fuck-horse,” his beautiful ass stretched open and positioned so his quivering asshole is at waist level – ready to be fucked. The young guard eats Cole’s tight asshole, lubing it up good with his tongue, then starts fucking him hard, as Cole moans, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Cole is so young he has barely had sex, let alone been fucked in the ass by a big cock like the one ramming his boy-hole now. The young guard slaps his belly against Cole’s firm, round ass as he fucks the innocent boy like a jack-hammer. The guard stops for a moment, to retrieve a whip, then rams Cole’s tight ass again, whipping his back at the same time. Despite the pain and humiliation of being fucked and whipped like a disposable whore, Cole’s fat, beautiful cock hardens. He knows this young man is the warm-up act, that he will endure hours of endless fucking by the rich, powerful men watching him. He exists for their pleasure. After what seems like an hour of non-stop fucking, the young guard pulls out and, still erect, flogs Cole’s naked back and ass as he arches his body and writhes in pain, his boyish moans music to our ears.