Noah remembers coming to the party. He remembers the man with the beard complimenting him on his good looks and smooth skin. He remembers his sweater being pulled off with only a half-shirt underneath. He remembers the man touching his stomach and saying “I am going to fuck you.” But he has no idea how he got here: stripped to his briefs and strapped to a mattress, in a room that looks like a torture chamber, Suddenly he is in complete darkness, blindfolded. What’s left of his underwear is cut off. He is naked. Then he feels the pain – from a pinwheel, then a riding crop, then a whip. He knows it will only get worse, much, much worse - but he actually wants it to.

Noah remains bound and naked, in a dark room. He’s on his knees, neck chained to the ceiling, wrists and ankles strapped to an old mattress. He can sit-up and flex, but he can’t get off the mattress or lie down. Even though he likes girls and has never been fucked, he knows his lean body, fine ass and edgy style make him a gay fantasy – the skater boy, the rebel, the rock star. The moment the man touched his bare stomach, hours ago, he knew he’d be here: bound and helpless, freshly whipped, his ass positioned for sex. He might be terrified. He might be trembling in fear. He might be humiliated. But he knows this is his destiny, to be tortured and fucked, then tossed aside.

Axel Johnson explores Noah’s naked body as the slave kneels on all fours, chained to an old mattress. His hands move to the boy’s cock, stroking it. Noah knows he must get hard and ejaculate for this man. He undulates and cries out then cums, not once but twice. Noah thinks he will be rewarded – maybe even let go – but, instead, a rubber ball-gag is shoved in his mouth, and he is strapped to a heavy, wooden cross. He hears a whirl and the cross rises. He is crucified! The strain on his young body is enormous. His hairless armpits form deep shadows. His stomach sucks in hard. His limbs throb as he tries to lift himself. He is in anguish, glistening with sweat. He will suffer like this for hours.

After his crucifixion, Noah spends the night chained, on his back, to a metal gurney, his neck in a steel collar, his ankles chained, his wrists fettered to his thighs. He is being tortured for no other reason than his boyish good looks. Axel Johnson brings in a car battery and jumper cables. He clips electrodes to the steel chains on either side of Noah’s collar. Suddenly, electric current surges into his body. His arms and legs jerk uncontrollably. His abs quiver. His back arches off the table.

Naked, young Noah lies on the metal stretcher as the man who just electrocuted him for hours plays with him cock and strokes his body. Then a whip crashes down on his chest. Alex Johnson continues to flog him, with hard, single blows and rapid-fire blows. Alex whips his stomach and the inside of his thighs but avoids his cock, not wanting to damage it. Instead Alex strokes and sucks it keeping Noah aroused, even as his stomach undulates in pain. God this boy, so smooth and pure, looks good under the whip. Noah knows he must learn pleasure is always mixed with pain.

Noah is on a wooden box, chained on his knees, displayed like a trophy with his back arched and his ass exposed and vulnerable. He can feel a large dildo touching his asshole; he is about to be fucked by a machine. He knows that his body belongs to the man who controls the machine. Then it begins, slow at first, then faster and harder. Noah moans in rhythm with the machine. His eyes roll back into his head as he’s fucked senseless. The machine continues to fuck Noah on full power, even after his Master makes him cum twice. He is now what he always wished to be: a fuck slave.

Young Noah, naked and strung up by his wrists, still has a little fight left in him. “Fuck you!” he whispers before spitting at his master, who slaps him hard across the face. Axel is turned on by his slave’s deviance. Noah knows his master will whip him even harder than he had planned. The first blow across his back makes him jump and cry out. When his ass and back are covered with deep welts, Axel sprays them with alcohol and continues to whip him. Noah gasps as his whole body trembles uncontrollably, his back and stomach stretched, legs spread, asshole quivering. He’s never looked better, or been more proud of himself.

Our little skater boy, Noah, has become a true slave, always naked, always bound, always ready to be tortured and fucked. He lies on the dungeon floor, with only a tiny, thin mat for comfort. He hugs himself for warmth and protection as his master, Axel Johnson, comes in for his nightly fuck. He slaps Noah’s beautiful ass a dozen times then pulls him up on his knees, pushing down on the small of his back. “Stay like that,” he says, grabbing the boy’s leather collar for leverage as he rams his massive, erect cock deep inside Noah's ass. He fucks Noah like that for an hour, pounding him raw as he moans and gasps. Axel finally pulls out and cums all over Noah’s gaping hole, then rams his still-hard cock back in. He beats the boy’s ass with a paddle and leaves him trembling on the floor, waiting for the next time.