You hear the story all the time, but everyone dismisses it as an urban legend: A young college boy, in river towns like Minneapolis, leaves a party and disappears into thin air. Rumors fly that he was kidnapped and sold into slavery — or worse. Don’t be ridiculous, the authorities insist, he must have slipped into the river and his body was swept away. But, guess what? The rumors are true: There is a reason these missing young men are always 18 to 25 and very good looking — because that’s the way we like them! Garbriel Cruz is such a boy, a well-built, 21-year-old college student who left a party drunk and walked home alone, along the river. But he didn’t fall off a rock into a swift current or jump off a bridge; he was grabbed and thrown into a van, stripped of his T-shirt and shoes, blindfolded and bound. He is now hanging in a dark, concrete room, pants around his knees. “What are you going to do to me?” he asks, tears in his eyes. His captor, Garret Stone, is a muscular, unsmiling young man, nearly naked but for some leather gear. And he has a whip.

Gabriel is still in a state of shock. Just a few hours ago he was walking home from a party, without a care in the world. Now he hangs in a dungeon and a wiry, muscular man with a shaved head is slapping his abs and sucking his cock. Gabriel can’t believe it when his dick hardens. “Oh, God,” he sighs, somehow knowing his erection will illicit even more pain. It does. His tormentor, Garret Stone, uses an electric winch to lift him up onto his toes, stretching his lean body painfully as the steel cuffs dig into his wrists. Then he is whipped some more and his fresh wounds are sprayed with rubbing alcohol – a whole new level of pain – before Garret cuts off his pants, leaving him completely naked, his stomach sucked in, his legs trembling, his face covered with tears. He’ll hang like that for hours, a slab of boy-meat at the mercy of a man with a whip.

To have smooth skin and firm muscles, to catch others staring when you take off your shirt – most people dream of being so young and beautiful. But, sometimes, such beauty has a cost – a very steep cost. Gabriel Cruz is paying that cost, stretched-up on his tiptoes, totally naked, steel cuffs digging into his wrists. “Please…” he begs the muscular, young leather-man who is torturing him. Garret Stone, wearing nothing but a leather thong and harness, says nothing; he lets his whip do the talking. He slices the boy’s back a dozen times, then sprays him with alcohol. The pain is amazing – terrible for Gabriel, beautiful for Garret. “See you in the morning,” Garret says, leaving the youth hanging in agony. Hours later, Gabriel awakes, bent-over a small, padded bench backward, his abs sucked in hard, Garret sucking his cock. This is now his life.

Young Gabriel continues to be used as a sex slave while bent over backwards on a padded bench. He moans seductively, hoping that showing pleasure will appease his tormentor and keep him focused on sucking instead of whipping. Gabriel’s gorgeous cock gets hard but when Garrett Stone, his tormentor, demands that the he cum, the boy can’t do it. He’s too terrified and in too much pain. Garret shoves a butt plug up his ass and continues to work his cock, coating it with grease. Gabriel moans and gasps and hopes having to take the plug in his ass is all the additional pain he must endure. “I’m gonna teach you how to follow orders!” Garret suddenly announces, letting go of the boy’s hard cock and grabbing his flogger then brutally whipping Gabriel’s chest and abs.

Gabriel knew, in the back of his mind, that this muscular young man with the whip wasn’t just going to beat him and play with his cock. He knew he was going to be fucked – and fucked hard. The moment of truth has come. Gabriel is bound to a waist-high bench, his ass up in the air. He is completely naked and helpless. Garret Stone stands nearby, an evil look in his eye. He throws off his leather jock and strokes his cock until it’s rock hard. Suddenly, Gabriel feels a tongue in his asshole. “Please….” he begs. He’s terrified; he’s never had anything in his ass before. “Shut the fuck up!” Garret barks, slapping the boy’s ass. Garret shoves his cock home, lubed with nothing but spit, deep into Gabriel’s virgin hole. The boy gasps with shock and pain. I’m being fucked! His moans and tears just make Garret fuck him harder. Once the boy is fucked senseless, Garret pulls out and spanks him fiercely with a very nasty, leather paddle.

After being fucked raw by his cruel captor, Gabriel is chained to the ceiling, in near total darkness, naked and alone. The steel collar around his neck is attached to a length of chain that allows him to stand or kneel but not sit or lie down. After what seems like hours, light suddenly floods the room and a door opens. “Who are you?” Gabriel asks, blinking, as a new man enters, taller and leaner but wearing leather boots and a jock just like the first. “I’m your new master,” the man replies. “I’m going to torture and fuck you,” he says, shoving his erect cock under Gabriel’s nose. “My friends, my family are looking for me,” the boy stammers, looking in horror at the massive, veiny thing that will soon be inside him. Anthony Martin just laughs “Suck it!” he demands. The boy cries and chokes as he tongues and swallows, but his own dick gets fully erect, as Anthony sprays cum all over his face and into his mouth.

Gabriel is in a state of emotional shock, whimpering like an abused child. Anthony finds such sobbing both contemptuous and a turn-on – a sign of weakness but also success, proof that he has crushed his boy’s spirit. He mocks Gabriel, demanding that he say “please” when begging to go home, then makes him feel the throbbing hard-on under his leather thong. Gabriel is face-down on the rack, completely naked. Anthony strokes and squeezes every inch of the helpless boy’s body, then smacks his feet with a crop – a series of sharp blows that make Gabriel squeal in pain. He had no idea the soles of his feet were so sensitive. Every few minutes Anthony stretches the boy a little more then goes back to torturing his feet. Such a poor boy: Being tortured for no other reason then he is young and beautiful and happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Anthony Martin is a true sadist. Nothing turns him on like a beautiful boy, stripped naked, utterly helpless and completely at his mercy. Anthony’s huge cock swells beneath his leather jock as he lays into Gabriel’s smooth body with a single-tail whip, sending the boy into spasms of agony and making him sob like a whipped child. Anthony loves stroking and squeezing his slave’s firm flesh, feeling the pain emanating through his skin from deep within his body. Anthony switches to a leather cat-o’-tails, beating Gabriel's ass that slapping the fresh wounds with an open hand. “I’ll give you something to cry about!” Anthony mutters to himself as he intensifies the flogging. Then he leaves the naked youth to suffer alone.

Gabriel is dragged, naked, into the dungeon once again by his master, Anthony Martin. “What are you going to do to me?” the boy asks as he’s pushed face-down onto a table. “I’m going to fuck that ass!” Anthony says. Gabriel’s wrists and ankles are strapped to the table; a curved block of wood elevates his ass. Anthony fucks him long and hard as Gabriel moans, his eyes rolling back into his head. “Please, it’s so big,” he begs. Anthony finally pulls out, spewing cum all over his slave’s ass. “Roll over!” he commands. “Let’s see if that dick works.” After re-binding his slave to the table, Anthony pumps a huge load of cum from Gabriel’s cock, then cums a second time himself, totally aroused by his slave’s submission. Someday soon Gabriel will be sold to a boy-brothel overseas but, for now, he is Anthony’s prime piece of ass.