Andrew Connor arrives at Ty Roderick’s garage with nothing to offer but himself. “Time to take what’s owed,” Ty growls, grabbing the boy and stringing him up by his wrists in a stockade. Stripped naked and blindfolded, his cock locked in a cage, the 23-year-old squirms as Ty gropes his smooth, lean frame. “You’ll give me everything,” Ty says, striking Andrew with a riding crop until his body trembles and his cries fill the room—especially when Ty turns the punishment to his balls. Flogged and humiliated, the boy has only one thing left to give: his tears.

Pretty boy Andrew Connor learns the hard way that being young and beautiful can get you in trouble. Stripped naked and restrained over a padded horse, his wrists and ankles locked in place, he’s left vulnerable—mouth and ass at the perfect height. Ty Roderick circles him like a predator, crop in hand. “I’m going to take what I want,” Ty says, lashing Andrew’s smooth back and muscular ass until the boy squirms and moans in pain. His punishment escalates with the flogger, each strike drawing out a cry. Ty ends the session by taking full advantage of the boy’s exposed mouth. For someone as sexy as Andrew, surrender isn’t optional.

Andrew Connor lies fully restrained on his back, wrists and ankles chained to the wall, his naked body on full display. His cock is locked in a cage, his reddened ass evidence of earlier discipline. Hooded and blindfolded, he’s plunged into darkness, his breathing quickening with anticipation. He gasps as fingers tease his exposed hole before it’s filled with a thick dildo. “What the hell?” he moans, writhing as another toy pushes in beside it. His body tenses as he’s pushed to his limits. A riding crop strikes his soles and balls before a third, larger dildo stretches him again. Ty Roderick watches, savoring every sound the boy makes.

College jock Andrew Connor moans as he hangs from a specialized gag harness, neck arched, ankles wide, wrists bound above. He’s the ideal submissive—naked, smooth, cock locked in a cage, muscles straining against tight restraints. Ty Roderick circles him with a riding crop, then strikes hard, demanding a show. “Dance for me,” Ty barks, lashing the boy’s chest and abs with cruel precision. When he’s lowered to his knees, Andrew obeys—gagging slightly but taking Ty’s cock deep, eager to serve. For now, this straight boy has one job: to please his master completely.

After being used again and again, Andrew Connor is strapped to a table, wrists and ankles bound, his ass lifted and exposed. A powerful machine is positioned between his legs, ready to drive him over the edge. Ty Roderick stands beside him, riding crop in hand, striking the naked athlete’s back and thighs before flipping the switch. The machine comes to life, thrusting deep as Andrew moans and writhes. Ty leans in, silencing the boy with his cock while the machine pounds harder. With every stroke, Andrew's body trembles—overwhelmed, breathless, and completely under Ty’s control.

Ty Roderick isn’t finished with Andrew Connor—not by a long shot. Bent over a raised bed, chained to the wall, the pretty boy remains exposed and vulnerable. Ty watches him squirm and moan, still aching from earlier sessions. Remembering how good Andrew’s tight hole felt, Ty decides to take his time. The boy needs warming up first—more spanking, more paddling—until his ass glows red and his body trembles. Only then does Ty drive himself deep inside, gripping Andrew’s hips and fucking him slow and rough. When Ty finally pulls out, he finishes all over Andrew’s quivering cheeks, warning him there’s more to come.

Bound face-up on the rack, pretty boy Andrew Connor lies naked, cock caged, his body fully exposed. Ty Roderick circles him slowly, groping and striking the boy’s chest and thighs with a riding crop before turning the crank—tightening the boy’s restraints just enough to make him squirm. A flogger lands across Andrew’s torso, then the rack tightens again, stretching him further. His moans grow louder as his body strains against the tension. Ty escalates with a single-tail whip, each lash designed for precision, not cruelty. As Andrew’s body glistens with sweat and red marks, he takes one final round of lashes—feet included. Beautiful, broken, and completely dominated.