Marcus has just been returned to his master after being trained to be an obedient slave by that sadistic torture machine Jared. (You can see it all unfold on our brother site, DreamBoyBondage.com, starting next week.) His master, Matt, is a young rope man who loves nothing more than tying up lean, muscular, young men. He tries out new techniques on his own personal slave, Marcus – especially now that the boy is docile and obedient. We join Master Matt and his boy about midway through Marcus’ ordeal. (Notice the nasty rope marks on his torso.) Master Matt lies his boy over the very kitchen table they use for breakfast and expertly ties his ankles, knees and wrists to the chrome base. Then he gets creative, attaching Marcus’ roped balls to his big toes. A handful of clothespins finish the mix.

Master Matt continues to enjoy his newly obediently boy, this time in his media room. He has the boy lie down, ass up, on a low, portable bondage table of his own design. He then expertly ropes the boy’s ankles to each corner and ties his wrists above his head. Now it’s time for some fun! Matt pulls tight the cotton cord still roped around his slave’s balls and ties it down, painfully stretching his balls. Marcus’ cries of agony are music to his ears. Now the slave boy is all his, exposed, in pain, and totally vulnerable. Matt caresses his boy’s back and ass lovingly, then gets out his favorite flogger, whipping his slave mercilessly. He keeps his boy like this all afternoon and evening, stopping by for a loving caress or a hard whipping when even it suits him. Marcus is such a good boy, accepting his fate, knowing the pain of the ropes and the whip and the pleasure of his master’s touch is all he is good for.

Rope man Matthew is trying out a new rope design on his wiry slave-boy, Marcus. The design tightly crisscrosses his boy’s chest, forming a five-pointed star framed by rope – a pentagram, the sign of Satan! Matthew uses the rope-pentagram, combined with simple arm bondage, to create a sort of harness, forcing his slave into a highly uncomfortable standing suspension. Poor Marcus can barely move as the ropes dig painfully into his lean torso. His master loves watching him struggle in his tiny, bare-ass briefs that show off his bulging package. After a while he decides to work the boy’s uncut cock and rips off the posing briefs, leaving him completely naked but for the ropes. Then he decides it’s time for some additional pain and wraps his boy’s ball-sack with cotton twine. Marcus weeps in anticipation, knowing his master is going to stretch his balls and it’s going to hurt like hell. Good prediction, boy.

Matt loves his slave boy’s lean, wiry body – his narrow waist, oversized pecs, broad shoulders, smooth skin and tight, little ass. He love’s his boy’s expressive face, with its deep, sad eyes, and his sweet voice, tinged with innocence. The one thing that brings the full package together is bondage – painful, real bondage. It’s intoxicating to watch that lean, tight body flex and squirm and hear that boyish voice whimper in pain and beg for mercy. Today, Matt is especially excited to try out his latest bondage toy, the “boy seat.” He forces his boy to kneel and ties his wrists and ankles to the simple device, displaying his body perfectly, while placing his butt hole right over a large steel ball mounted on the end of a thick steel pole protruding from the seat. “Sit down on that ball, boy!” Matt demands, shoving hard on Marcus’s shoulders. The boy’s screams as he fucks himself is bondage heaven.

Pain slave Marcus, sweating profusely in the hot sun, if roped flat on his back to a wooden bench just 100 yards from a major freeway, nearly naked in tiny designer briefs and a way-too-small wife-beater. He struggles mightily, his ankles bound apart, his wrists tied high overhead. But nothing he does budges the multiple layers of thick rope holding him down. The rumble of the traffic nearby terrifies him, sounding like a rushing river that will overwhelm him at any moment. Then his master returns and rips open his shirt. He knows better than to ask for relief but begs with his eyes, before his master binds his elbows, then his chest, to the bench. His lean, wiry body looks so good, stretched out, gut sucked in, abs clearly visible, in the hot summer sun. Even his toes twitch from the stress of the position. He is silent until Matt rips off his undies and binds his ball sack with tight twine. “It hurts! Please stop!” he begs, but his master is just egged on to pull harder. The rope man loves the cries of pain and the helpless begging.

Matt loves roping a good, juicy set of balls. He has his special boy toy Marcus displayed to perfection, his torso wrapped in a pentagon of rope, his arms flared and roped high. Marcus is utterly helpless, his cock and balls completely vulnerable. Matt wraps the boy's balls with layers of rope, stretching them painfully, then plays with his big cock, plumping it up. Now it's time for some real fun. Matt attaches a lead to the kid's tied balls and pulls -- hard, pulling Marcus up onto his toes and stretching his balls nearly to the tear point. The boy screams and moans in agony, trying desperately to relieve the pain. His fat, plumped-up dick soon retracts, trying to protect itself from the threat. But Matt is unrelenting. He loves hearing his boy moan and scream. He loves torturing him, up to the point of causing real damage. And Marcus loves it, too. He is turned on by his own suffering, by being displayed and used like a piece of meat. He is so turned on, the minute his arms are freed, he immediately works that big cock of his, exploding with cum.