Beautiful, young Cole has been kept naked in our dungeon for a year, locked in a cage when he’s not being tortured or fucked. He’s been left alone for weeks but that ends today, when Noah Evans returns after being fucked and beaten himself. There is something about Cole: his innocence, his boyish beauty, his submissiveness, that makes men not only want to fuck him but hurt him. That creamy skin demands to be sliced with a whip. That luscious mouth must choke on a dick. That big cock must be drained of its cum then tortured. And that asshole must be fucked. Cole couldn't agree more so he is pleased to be bolted to a wall, jerked off and flogged.

Twink top Noah Evans jerks off beautiful, young Cole, smearing the boy’s cum all over his torso. Cole’s body is already aching. He’s bolted upright against a wall, arms back, forcing his chest out and straining his back, legs spread, adding even more strain. Even after he cums, his fat cock remains hard. But Noah is far from being satisfied. He’s pissed and someone has to pay and that someone is Cole. Noah loves using this innocent boy, hurting him, doing whatever he wants to him. He whips Cole’s boyish body, from his nipples to his thighs, marring his flawless skin with nasty wounds. Cole squirms seductively and gasps in pain, moaning like an abused boy. But Noah just whips him harder. He even whips Cole’s beautiful cock with his big, black flogger. Cole knows his suffering has just begun.

Young Cole Miller willingly submits to his fellow slave, Noah Evans. He is bolted to the wall, this time facing it, naked and completely vulnerable. His lean, muscular back and shapely legs and ass are creamy white, unblemished and unbruised. He’s been standing, his whole body aching, for hours, when Noah returns – with a whip. “Your suffering has just begun,” Noah whispers then whips him methodically, enjoying every blow to Cole's shoulders, back, ass and upper legs. He then takes Cole’s suffering to the next level, misting his fresh wounds with pure rubbing alcohol, then flogging him again. He leaves the boy bolted to the wall overnight, his skin throbbing from the whip, his muscles aching from the stress of being bound in such an unnatural position.

Beautiful slave Cole Miller is chained to a wood cube, knees bent, ankles spread, wrists cuffed to its corners. His hairless body looks amazing stretched on the box, stomach sucked in, muscles flexing. A steel vice crushes his scrotum just above his balls, which have already turned deep red. He is in total darkness, naked but for a padded, leather mask. “Sleep well, bitch boy?” Noah Evans asks, slapping Cole’s face then fondling his body and cock. Despite the crushing pain, Cole's cock hardens. Then the real torture begins. Noah lifts Cole by his balls, yanking a rope attached to the vice. Cole screams and gasps. He must arch his back and hold the position or lose his balls! Then Noah beats Cole's nipples and navel with a riding crop, leaving the boy’s alabaster skin bright red.

Young Cole Miller has learned over his year of captivity to simply absorb the abuse he suffers daily. He is alone, naked, in a cage, every day, except when he is “visited” by men who pay to fuck him, which happens daily, sometimes two or three times a day. He knows men like to fuck his mouth and his ass and he obliges them, drifting off in his own mind as he sucks dick or is fucked. But today is different. Today he is fucked by a machine. Noah Evans laughs to himself as Cole comes out of his stupor, his asshole jack-hammered by a powerful fuck-machine nonstop for an hour. Then Noah pushes the thing in even deeper and fucks Cole even harder as he slaps then whips his fuck-slave’s perfect ass cheeks, covering them with deep, red welts as they vibrate with the rhythm of the fucking. Cole moans and gasps like a wounded boy, driving Noah wild with desire.

After watching his slave, Cole Miller, fucked for over an hour, non-stop, by the fuck machine, Noah Evans decides it’s his turn. He turns off the machine and gives the young slave a short break from constant anal penetration, then shoves his own, rock-hard dick up the naked boy’s asshole, eats out his ass and fucks him again, pulling out at the last minute and cumming all over Cole’s hot, young body. Then he turns his attention to Cole’s feet.

An ominous line of lit candles illuminate Cole Miller’s naked body. He is face-down on a low table, his neck collar padlocked to an eye hook, his bare feet cuffed together and chained to the ceiling, bending his knees. Young sadist Noah Evans, clad in leather chaps, cap and harness, beats the soles of Cole’s feet with a rod, making him yelp in agony. Noah then rubs lube over the boy’s feet and uses them to pleasure his erect cock before caning them again. His dick still hard, Noah grabs a large candle and pours a pool of burning wax on Cole’s bruised soles, making him yelp even louder. Then Noah pours more searing wax on Cole’s ass, then on his feet again, over and over, staying hard the whole time. Some of the hot wax seeps into Cole’s asshole and coats his balls.