Brian Adams is the kind of stud who is always on top, whether he’s fucking a girl or beating some gay sub’s ass then fucking it. He’s a top, a total dom. Not in our dungeon. Today, he gets round-one of the full DreamBoyBondage treatment. He’s bolted to a wall, in a T-shirt and tight jock, blindfolded and gagged, his back already aching from the awkward position he’s forced to maintain. Anthony Martin enters, wearing his signature leather boots, jock and cap – and carrying a horse whip. “You fucking pretty boys think you own the world. I got news for you: I own the world and now I own you!” he tells the helpless straight-boy, slapping his face and ripping-open his shirt. He rubs Brian's smooth, lean muscles, bites his nipples and squeezes his genitals. “Fuck you!” Brian yells when Anthony finally rips off the tape-gag. “I’ll fucking kill you!” he screams. “I like a little fight,” Anthony replies then whips the stud’s nipples, abs and balls, harder with each arrogant comment. This stallion will be broken.

Anthony Martin continues to beat his straight stud with a nasty crop and flogger. The pain is extraordinary, enough to begin to break the young stallion. Anthony steps backs to admire his prize. Brian Adams, naked, his back aching, his skin feeling like it’s on fire, attempts to stare him down, but a flicker of fear can be seen in his eyes. The last thing Brian remembers is the snicker on his torturer’s face as his mind begins to go blank. Sometime later he finds himself bolted facedown to a low table, totally naked, his legs spread, making his ass particularly vulnerable. Anthony enters and immediately starts biting and licking Brian’s glutes and fingering his asshole. “Get your fucking tongue off my ass!” Brian yells, now fully conscious but aware he is totally helpless. Anthony just laughs. Fucking this stud while he still has some fight left in him will be a real treat.

Anthony Martin loves nothing more than fucking a straight stud who has never been fucked before, especially if he is cocky and full of fight like Brian Adams. “Fuck you!” Brian screams when Anthony shoves his 10-inch, erect cock under his nose. “Suck it!” Anthony demands. When the whip isn’t enough to force Brian to comply, Anthony Tazes him – four times. Brian finally breaks, taking the huge cock deep into his throat, making it even harder. Then Anthony straddles the stud’s ass and enters his virginal hole. Brian screams in pain and humiliation as the huge cock plows deep into his bowels. Anthony fucks him slow and steady until he cums inside the stud, marking him for life as a fuck slave. Brian lies there, head down, moaning. His torture and humiliation has just begun.

Brian remains bound facedown to a low table, completely naked, his back, ass and legs covered with welts. He moans from the pain and humiliation of having his asshole fucked for the first time, by a man with a cock the size of a 16-ounce beer can. But Anthony Martin isn’t done torturing and humiliating him. “Kiss it!” Anthony demands, pushing his still erect cock into Brian’s face. The young stud kisses the cock then takes it deep into his throat again – anything to avoid further whipping. “Say thank you!” Anthony demands, whipping him and fingering his hole, then busting a huge load of cum all over his back. Wildly turned on, Anthony flogs Brian’s shoulders, ass and upper legs, avoiding the coating of splooge. An hour later, the now broken stud is chained to a beam in a cold garage and ordered to cum. He has a large, if odd, cock, with its birthmark, but, no matter, he complies — and the cum flies.

After spending the night naked and bound in the trunk of a car, the pain of the whip and the memory of being brutally fucked still fresh in his mind, straight-stud Brian Adams is a broken man. He lies passively as the trunk swings open and the man who beat and fucked him strokes his body and his cock. “Get out!” Anthony Martin barks, leading him out of the trunk by his cock and dragging him back into the dungeon. Brian lies face-up on a torture table in the middle of the room, a look of submission and terror on his face as his wrists and ankles are strapped down. He knows he will suffer – but he has no idea how much. His balls are the first target of his tormentor’s sick mind as his scrotum is crushed in a metal vice. Then Anthony attaches an electrode from a car battery to the vice. “Oh, God, no!” Brian mumbles through his ball gag. Then Anthony touches the other electro to Brian's nipple. The beauty of pain, indeed.

Brian Adams can't believe what is happening to him: Anthony Martin has attached an electrode from a battery-charger to the steel clamp crushing his scrotum, just above his balls, and hovers the other electrode over his body, dropping it, every minute or so, on his chest, stomach and balls, sending current surging into his body. The charger is set to test-mode, so the level of current is not life-threatening but very painful. Anthony shocks the broken man dozens of time, each flow of current a little longer than the last. Brian passes out after a particularly long shock and lies limp. Hours later Brian regains consciousness, twitching and flexing on the torture table. You can see the terror in his eyes when Anthony approaches with his favorite toy: the single-tail whip, which will now be used on the front of his prone torso. Brian moans through his ball gag with each cutting lash.

Brian has seen men whipped on their backs in the movies. That’s bad enough, but he is being whipped on his chest and stomach, right before his eyes. All he can do is lie there and take it, gasping as his tormentor, Anthony Martin, smiles. Then Anthony takes the pain to a new level, spraying rubbing-alcohol on the fresh wounds. He loves how Brian’s long, lean body buckles and flexes when the mist lands. “Not so tough now, are you boy?” Anthony sneers at the smooth-bodied jock spread-out naked on the table, his skin striped-red and glistening. Brian closes his eyes even tighter, moaning through his gag. He’ll spend the night there, naked and alone, broken, a slave to be tortured and fucked at will.

Brian has lost track of time. He’s kept chained, always naked, in a cold dungeon, never able to really lie down or sit comfortably, usually in darkness. Some days he’s simply hosed down and given a bedpan. Some days he’s dragged into another room and tortured. Other days – like today – his master, Anthony Martin, flips on the lights and demands to be blown. “Open up, boy!” Anthony demands, removing his leather thong, his big cock throbbing. “Please, it’s too big,” Brian begs. “Suck it!” Anthony sneers, shoving his massive, erect phallus deep down Brian’s throat. This tough, aggressive straight stud is broken, a total fuck slave and cum bucket. Anthony fucks Brian’s face for a good fifteen minutes then makes him hold his mouth open as Anthony cums all over his lips and face and down his throat.

Anthony Martin looms over Brian Adams, his massive cock still hard and dripping cum after busting a load all over his slave’s face and down his throat. A week ago, Brian was a dominant top. Now he is a pain slave, ready to be tortured and fucked at will. Anthony, wearing nothing but a leather cap and boots, wants to hear him whimper in pain after using him as a cum bucket. He beats his slave’s ass with at riding crop then does the same to his abs, thighs, nipples and cock. Brian knows this is his fate: to suffer and be fucked, naked and bound, without a will of his own. Brian is left bent over, on his knees, unable to lie down, stand up or even sit properly. “Please…” he begs, but his pleas are ignored. So is the life of a pain slave. Next week: You won’t believe the muscle on our new boy.