Jared is in the mood for some “playtime” with a hot twink, a boy toy he can completely dominate. So he puts on a sexy, ripped muscle shirt and heads out to the bar. He returns with Wyatt and chains him in the dungeon, hooded and barefoot. The boy has been there for three hours when he suddenly feels Jared’s body against his. “Why are you doing this?” Wyatt asks. He’s always, secretly, wanted to be dominated, even hurt, but he’s terrified. “I need a little playtime,” Jared replies with a smirk, ripping the kid’s T-shirt off. Then Wyatt hears the unmistakable sound of a leather whip hitting a hard surface and he begins to tremble in fear. “This guy is going to whip me!” he screams inside his head. He’s right. And boy is it going to hurt.

“We’re just getting warmed-up” Jared tells Wyatt, then pulls of his own shirt and pulls down his boy’s briefs, so he can lash his ass as well as his back. Wyatt screams in pain and trembles in fear, but he is clearly turned on by being dominated by a young muscle stud. Jared breaks into a huge smile as he continues to whip his slave with the single tail. Jared is so turned on he licks and kisses his boy’s naked body – when he’s not whipping it. Soon Jared is fingering Wyatt’s ass and stroking his cock. “Thank you, sir,” Wyatt says as his cock hardens. Then Jared returns to the whip, making his boy even wilder with pain and desire. All it takes is a few more strokes by Jared’s expert hands for Wyatt to bust a huge load of cum all over the dungeon floor. The jizz sprays five feet in front of him.

Naked, his back and ass covered with whip marks, his cock and balls encased in a rubber cock-ring, his body literally trembling in fear and pain, Wyatt tries to calm his breathing and regain his composure, moments after spewing a huge load of cum all over the floor in front of him. “I know I said I’d let you go if you came for me, but I think you know that is not going to happen,” Jared tells his young slave. “I’ve saved the worst for last,” Jared adds, pulling out a seven-foot bullwhip, the kind you crack with the jerk of your wrist. Jared cracks the whip exactly that way, up and down Wyatt’s back and ass, laying a series of vertical lash-marks on top of the horizontal ones already decorating Wyatt’s flesh. Jared finally cuts the boy down, leaving him quivering on the floor until ordering him to crawl on all fours to his cage in the next room.

Beautiful, young Wyatt is back! Jared has kept him locked in a tiny cage for the last two weeks, naked and shaved clean. The slave has been fed and exercised so he’s ready for more torture. Jared drags Wyatt from his cage and bolts him to the cross. The kid has never been crucified before but quickly learns the simple power of the cross. He is fit and compact, with a good strength-to-weight ratio, so he can hold himself in place for several minutes before the ache – then the agony – sets in. Soon, however, the slave is gasping in pain, glistening with sweat, his legs shaking. And then things get worse: First Jared puts a ball-crusher on Wyatt’s balls, then hangs a heavy iron weight from it. Wyatt moans in agony. He needs relief! And he gets it, sort off. Jared attaches electrodes to the metal ball crusher and Wyatt’s wrist and places a stool covered with pressure-sensors in front of him. The slave can step on the stool to relieve the pull of his body against the cross, but even slight pressure sets electricity surging into his body. Jared the sadist strikes again.

Poor slave boy Wyatt, naked and shaved smooth, hangs from the cross, his balls crushed and weighted, his arms and shoulders slowly pulled apart by the weight of his body. Wyatt can relieve the incredible pain of crucifixion by simply placing his toes on the small stool in front of him but doing so creates a horrible trade-off: sensors on the stool send electric current surging into body, through the steel chain connected to the steel clamp crushing his balls and a second electrode at his left wrist. Everyone few minutes the agony of the cross forces him to step onto the stool, but he quickly steps off – a continuous circle of self-inflected pain that makes Jared wild with lust. Wyatt loses strength minute by minute, his body stretched-out beautifully, his muscles twitching seductively. Such a beautiful slave boy made to suffer for no other reason than to please his master – and us.

After spending hours on the cross, slave-boy Wyatt is now bound wrist-to-ankle in a steel brace, his back painfully arched, his knees locked, his lean, shapely body shaved smooth, naked and exposed. Wyatt’s master, Jared, enters and slaps the concrete floor with his bullwhip. “I’m going to make you fucking scream for me today!” he says. “Yes, sir. Anything to please you sir!” Wyatt replies, moaning in anticipation. The first blow slices into his skin. “Thank you, sir!” Wyatt says, after gasping in pain. A dozen more slices of the whip follow, leaving the young slave’s chest and abs crisscrossed with horrible welts. Jared is so turned on, at one point he licks and chews his wounded slave’s freshly whipped pecs, then rubs down the wounds, with his hands and feet, making the boy yelp with pain.

Poor Wyatt remains bound in a terribly uncomfortable position, wrists and ankles locked in a steel brace, his back arched off the floor, his chest and abs covered with wounds from the single-tail whip. But Jared is just getting warmed-up. He brings in a tray full of votive candles, each containing an ounce of liquid fire. After delivering a few more blows from the whip, Jared pours the hot wax on the fresh whip-wounds, sending the young slave into spasms of agony. “Why are you here, boy?” Jared demands. “To please you, sir, always!” Wyatt replies, between gasps of pain. Jared is so turned on he sucks his slave’s cock while continuing to pour searing-hot wax on his torso. The wax adheres to Wyatt’s skin, burning for minutes as it hardens. Then Jared whips it off. So cruel. So beautiful.

Young slave Wyatt moans half in pain, half in ecstasy as his master, Jared, sucks his cock while he remains bent and bound on the dungeon floor. Jared stops sucking for a moment to add more hot wax, then – smack! – the whip comes crashing down on Wyatt’s supine body, sending wax flying, before Jared returns to sucking. Wyatt is nearly delirious as the pain and pleasure continue – more hot wax, more whipping, more cock-sucking, more stroking. “Oh, yeah! Ah, fuck!” Wyatt moans, when he’s not screaming in agony. Jared is such a cruel master. As soon as he whips Wyatt’s stomach clean of wax, he adds a fresh splash – hotter than ever. Jared finally jerks-off his slave, after promising to free him if he cums one last time. Wyatt doesn’t disappoint, exploding cum all over his torso and Jared’s hands. But he is not, of course, going anywhere.

“Am I pleasing you sir?” Wyatt asks, stretched out on the bondage table, his naked body covered with whip marks, his balls stretched in a vice, an electrified grid under his butt ready to shock him at any moment. His master, muscle-stud Jared, doesn’t respond but whips Wyatt even harder and yanks on the rope attached to the vice crushing his balls. Then Jared takes the boy’s tortured cock and balls in his mouth and licks his stretched scrotum. “Thank you, sir!” the tortured slave says. Then Jared flips the switch that sends current into the grid. He whips Wyatt as he lifts himself off the grid and continues to whip him when he collapses on it. After a while, the poor slave is so exhausted he remains silent and supine even as the current flows into his balls and his master continues to whip him. His beautiful, young body just shakes and jerks. Next week: A new twink is tortured.

After his long and arduous whipping and electro-torture, slave boy Wyatt is given several days rest, naked and alone, locked in his cage most of the time, but taken out periodically to workout and, of course, service his master. Today, he is tortured. He is chained on his knees on the torture table, bent forward, neck chained low, arms chained overhead. Master Jared slaps his slave’s abs, fingers his asshole and tongues his mouth. Then the real action begins: a brutal ass flogging with a three-inch wide, steel-studded leather-strap. Jared then fucks the boy’s puckering asshole with a massive dildo and jerks his erect cock. “Please, let me cum, sir,” Wyatt begs, then spews a load of cum all over the dildo that just fucked him. Jared fucks him with the cum-encrusted dildo then makes him suck it clean with his slave-mouth.

Wyatt remains chained in a stress position, on his knees on a low table, bent forward, arms chained overhead. Jared hops on the table, naked, with a raging hard-on, and shoves his dick in Wyatt’s mouth. The boy instinctively sucks on his master’s cock like his life depends on it. “Am I pleasing you, sir?” the boy asks repeatedly, when he’s not choking on dick. But Jared remains silent, unmoved, wanting, fucking his slave’s face even harder, refusing to acknowledge the boy’s efforts. Jared finally pulls his dick out of Wyatt’s mouth and works it himself while kissing his boy. Jared cums all over his boots, then makes Wyatt lick them – and his still-erect cock – clean. “Yes, boy, you pleased me,” he whispers. Next week: Jared suffers.