Darien may wear Ty’s collar, but he hasn’t earned the right to call the House his. This first lesson is simple: obey or suffer. Ty circles him like a handler breaking in a new pet—correcting posture, striking when he hesitates, forcing every word and motion into submission. The drills come hard and fast: kneel, crawl, present, hold still. Each mistake brings the crop; each success only the privilege to keep trying. By the end, Darien is hog-tied, dripping with sweat, stripped of pride, and whispering the only truth that matters: he is Ty’s to command.

Pretty boy Darien Valentino is hog-tied on his back, naked but for a tiny jock, his muscles flexing and unflexing as he struggles against leather straps around his ankles, thighs, and wrists. He’s lean and boyish with a smattering of hair on his chest, but otherwise smooth and pink like a teenager. “Who owns you, boy?” Ty Roderick asks, caressing his young prize. “You do, sir!” Darien immediately responds as Ty circles him, cutting off his jock, then smacking him with a riding crop. “I’m your property, Sir,” he says, his dick hardening as his owner strokes it. He swallows a massive dildo as his throat is ruthlessly fucked. Then he’s bent over, ankles chained to wrists, his asshole quivering as he’s fucked and whipped. What a bendy little fuck slave!

Sexy, young Darien Valentino is bound to an X-cross, blindfolded, gagged, and collared, on his feet, whimpering and struggling against his bonds. Ty Roderick, rippling with muscle under his tight A-shirt and jeans, caresses his slave’s bound body, as the boy’s dick hardens, then beats him with a riding crop and flogger. The slave must count off and say “Thank you, sir,” after each lash. He stumbles over his words on the sixth blow, so the beating starts over. “Your pain is my pleasure, boy,” Ty says, lashing the youth harder. Ty then switches to a single-tail whip. He sprays Darien’s lash wounds with alcohol and flogs him again, then leaves him alone in the dungeon, on his knees, for hours.

Darien Valentino, still naked, is chained on his knees, wrists bound behind his back, struggling to free himself. “You love being a slave boy? You love being used, don’t you, boy?” Ty Roderick asks the boy. “Yes, sir!” he replies as he’s face-planted, ass in the air. Ty spanks the helpless boy and orders him to count off each blow. “Thank you, sir,” Darien announces after numbering each blow. Ty then orders the slave to tell him his deepest fantasies. “I want to be tied down and fucked by you, sir. I crave your cock inside me, sir. I need to be caged and owned like a dog, sir,” he confesses. Ty chains Darien on all fours, whips him mercilessly, then fucks his ass. “I’m just a hole,” the boy mutters, helpless and in pain.