Young stud Axel Johnson really wants to be the top-dog in our dungeon. He wants to torture and fuck incredibly beautiful boys, bound and helpless, totally at his disposal. Just the thought of it makes him hard. But first he has to prove he can take it as well as he can dish it out. As a matter of fact, he has to win a contest our sadistic imaginations have conceived: He must show he can endure more pain while also being be a more aggressive, crueler top who cums harder and more often than the much younger Joseph Mathews. Axel is bolted, naked, in the pillory. Jospeh gut-punches and whips him. Who is the better man? We will soon find out.

Axel Johnson might think he’s a big-time top but, at the moment, he is a naked boy bolted in a pillory and used like a piece of meat. Pretty boy Joseph Mathews can’t get enough of this young stud’s cock. He sucks it, licks it and strokes it until Axel is on the verge of losing it, moaning and squirming, wild with desire. He finally spews a huge load of cum, but he must pay a dear price for this moment of sexual release: Joseph beats his nipples, navel and inner thighs with a riding crop. “You’re gonna pay for this!” Alex screams, but, as soon as Joseph leaves and he thinks no one is watching, he pleads for mercy, if only to himself, his inner-boy never far from the surface.

Joseph Mathews has Axel Johnson right where he wants him: Strung-up, spread-eagle, arms stretched wide just above his head, legs V’d by an ankle-spreader. “Payback time,” Joseph tells the naked stud, then he lays into his back and ass with a single-tail whip. “Fuck you!” Axel barks after ten good lashes. He looks great, young and fit, his body flexing and squirming under the lash, as he pulls himself up on his toes. “Please,” he begs after a while, gasping between screams of agony, his back and ass laced with whip marks, but he doesn’t ask for it to stop. Levi’s blows get harder, until the stud is almost delirious. Then Levi sprays raw alcohol on the wounds, turning Axel into a writhing, whimpering slave, at his limit of endurance. In this contest being able to absorb pain is as important as being able to deliver it.

Axel Johnson is chained on his back, blindfolded and naked. “What is this? Where am I?” he cries out, completely in the dark. He is cuffed at his wrists and ankles to a rack that has the power to pull his body apart, but he doesn’t know that, yet. He hears the dungeon door open and then feels hands on his body. He is terrified, knowing he will soon be in pain but having no idea how. Smack! A riding-crop hits his nipples, then his navel, then his inner thighs and feet – he never knows where until it happens. The first crank of the rack stretches him just a little. “Oh god,” he thinks. “I’m going to be racked!” He will, indeed, but first the soles of his feet – the most sensitive part of the body – are caned. Suddenly, he’s stretched, still loose enough to squirm and flex, but fully stretched. Then the real pain begins – a long, hard flogging of his torso. Rarely has a boy suffered so beautifully. And his torment has just begun.

Young Axel Johnson, still naked and blindfolded, is flipped over onto his stomach, ready to be racked. He is in total darkness, terrified. He feels hands on his ass then hears the telltale sound of the rack’s crank turning. Suddenly, unexpectedly, a riding-crop smacks his asscheek – a terrible, sharp pain that turns his creamy flesh dark pink. Then he’s cranked a little tighter and cropped some more. Pretty boy Joseph Mathews, his tormentor, switches to a flogger, whipping his back and ass as he trembles uncontrollably, gasping in pain. “Fuck you! Fuck!” he bellows, but the flogging just gets faster and harder. Then Joseph stretches the young stud until he can barely squirm and continues beating him with both whips.