Cole Miller is a lean 20-year-old pretty-boy with a hot body, big cock, silky skin and the face of an angel – the kind of boy who must be sexually and physically abused, tortured like a slave and fucked like a whore. It’s Christmas in July for Felix Frost: This boy, stripped naked, is strapped to a metal gurney and covered with a sheet. Felix gets to unwrap his gift and use it how ever he pleases. He starts by cutting a hole over Cole’s semi-erect cock and pulling it out, then licking it until it hardens. Cole is terrified but aroused; he can’t help himself. Then Felix slowly pulls the sheet down revealing a flawless, well-built body. A leather gag keeps Cole silent but for muffled moans. His wrists are bound to his upper thighs with leather fetters. Leather cuffs hold his ankles in place. He lies on the gurney moaning as Felix continues to enjoy his cock. Then comes the pain: Felix attaches biting steel clips to Cole’s sexy nipples, then smacks his cock and balls and the soles of his beautiful feet with two riding crops. Cole has no idea what will happen next, but he knows he will be tortured, jacked-off and fucked for many, many hours.

Professional sadist Felix Frost continues to torture his new victim – the well-built but boyish Cole Miler. Felix smacks Cole’s balls, the soles of his feet and his abs with the crop, leaving whip marks all around his beautiful navel. Cole is strapped to a rusty gurney, barely able to move. Sharp, steal clamps dig into his pink nipples. A bite-gag muffles his screams and moans. Then things get truly nasty. Felix pulls Cole’s balls through a steel vice then tightens it, as Cole screams in terror. His balls bulge seductively and turn a bright purple as Felix sucks Cole’s cock then attacks it and his balls with a razor-sharp pinwheel. Despite the pain and fear, Cole’s cock drips pre-cum and becomes rock hard. Felix rotates between sucking the slave’s cock and beating the most sensitive parts of his body. Then the grand finale: A massive – and we mean massive – load of cum spews from this horny boy’s gorgeous cock. Felix might be good with a crop; he’s even better with a cock.

After enjoying his prone body and jerking Cole off, Felix Frost is eager to make him suffer even more for being so beautiful. Felix lifts Cole off the gurney by his mouth-gag with a motorized winch and leaves him naked and helpless, dangling painfully from the ceiling, his ankles spread by a steel bar and his wrists still fettered to his thighs. Somehow the kid keeps his huge cock erect, even when Felix reattaches steel clamps to his nipples, lifts him up onto his tiptoes and smacks his lean torso with a riding crop. Cole hangs there, naked, in agony, for hours, as his master tortures and plays with his cock and body, a beautiful, young pain slave used and displayed. And his agony has just begun. He has so much more to endure.

Cole hangs naked in the dungeon, up on his tiptoes, head bent back, ankles spread, wrists strapped to his thighs. He hangs by a leather face-gag shoved into his mouth and wrapped around the back of his head. Metal alligator clips dig into his tender nipples. Then handsome Felix Frost, the young sadist who captured him, enters and the real fun begins. Pretty-boy Cole is brutally flogged on his back and ass – and we mean brutally. Each rapid-fire crack of the whip echoes off the dungeon walls. Felix stops beating his boy only long enough to stroke his whip wounds and squeeze his firm, round ass. Cole shakes and trembles in pain, his boyish moans egging Felix on, making him beat the boy even harder. Still, Cole gets rock hard the moment his master’s lips touch his cock. And he stays hard even as he’s flogged even more brutally on his chest and stomach.

Beautiful Cole is strapped face-down to an X-shaped, wooden platform. He is completely naked. Elastic straps crisscross his arms and legs and the center of his back, pinning him tightly against the wood. He looks absolutely terrified – and so he should. His master, Felix Frost, enters the dungeon in his skin tight “cell block” outfit carrying a long, single-tail whip. Cole yelps, shudders and gasps as Felix whips his back a dozen times in quick succession. Felix stops only to stroke his boy’s whip wounds. “Whose ass is this, boy?” Felix asks the whimpering youth. “Yours, sir,” Cole replies. “See what I got for you,” Felix says, lifting the boy's head up by his hair after delivering a dozen more ass-lashings. Cole, who has never been fucked in the ass, sees a massive, red dildo, ribbed down its side with a hard rubber ball on its tip. “Please, sir,” Cole begs, his eyes wide with fear. Don’t worry, Cole, you won’t have to take the thing right away. First, Felix is going to loosen you up with a five-ball, steel butt-plug. Cole’s screams as he is brutally penetrated are heavenly.

“Oh God it’s too big!” Cole gasps as Felix Frost pulls out the steel butt-plug he used to break-in Cole’s asshole and replaces it with a massive dildo with a fist-like ball on the end. Cole cries out in agony as the huge phallus pummels his asshole like a pile-driver. He remains firmly attached to the horizontal X-cross by a series of elastic cords that dig into his flesh. After fucking his boy for an hour, Felix leaves the punishment dildo imbedded in Cole’s ass then whips him hard with his favorite flogger while continuing to fuck him. “Whose ass is this? Felix barks. “Yours, sir,” Cole sputters, the dildo still shoved-in as his ass and back are flogged, then misted with alcohol. Pretty-boy Cole is then flipped over onto his back and pinned down by the same web of elastic, and his torso and balls are covered with biting clothespins. Pure beauty meets pure agony.

Cole is in total agony, stretched on his back, his lean body and ball-sack covered with clothespins, each biting into his flesh like a little snapping turtle – and it’s about to get worse. His tormentor, Felix Frost, sucks his cock until it becomes engorged: Cole is so young and horny he can get hard even while in pain. “I wonder how many clothespins I can get on that big boy,” Felix smirks, then lines Cole’s juicy cock with pins, making the boy squeal, his cocking twitching. “Beautiful,” Felix says, stroking his prize, then removing the pins from Cole’s body, one by one. Cole immediately realizes that taking the pins off hurts even more than putting them on. He literally trembles in agony. Then the pain gets even worse: Felix flogs, slices and smacks Cole’s wounded body with various whips, leaving his lean stomach and chest bright red and scared. How this beautiful boy suffers.

Cole is being tortured for one reason only: He is the perfect boy, young and beautiful, with a huge cock that stays hard and cums on command. Even now, after hours of non-stop torture, Cole is rock hard and dripping pre-cum, chained in the dungeon, naked and terrified. He doesn’t want to get hard. He doesn’t want to perform for Felix Frost, the man torturing him. He just can’t help it. He is a born slave, a lean, well-built, smooth-bodied boy toy. “I want you to stay hard,” Felix says as he puts a rubber ring on the base of Cole’s rock-hard cock, then covers his body and balls with biting pins, making him gasp in pain. But Cole remains hard and, as he is sucked and stroked, his hard-on grows every larger until his erect cock bursts, spewing a new load of cum everywhere. His reward? Next week: He’s brutally whipped, on the front and back of his body, with Felix adding a new light to capture every lash.

Cole knows he’s a beautiful boy. He knows men look at him with lust. But, until now, he never realized that he would suffer because of his sex appeal, that he would be captured, stripped naked, displayed like a piece of meat, brutally tortured, fucked like a whore and forced to cum like a stud-colt. But here he is, naked, chained in a dungeon, his cock still hard after cumming an hour ago. He is being whipped on his chest and abs by his tormentor, Felix Frost, with three different whips: a flag whip, a small flogger and a nasty single-tail. Cole trembles and moans seductively, his lean, smooth body flexing and unflexing, his still semi-erect cock bouncing, his chest and abs scarred with deep lash marks. A bit later, Felix installs a new light to illuminate Cole’s back and ass, the next target of his lash. Cole’s backside is whipped even harder, marred even more beautifully. He is the perfect slave boy, suffering, naked and alone. .

Beautiful Cole Miller stands chained in the dungeon, wearing nothing but a rubber cock ring, his lean, hairless body covered with lash marks. Whip master Felix Frost continues to slice the boy with the single-tail, then brutally spanks his round ass with the flag-whip. Cole is almost hysterical from the pain, his muscles flexing as he gasps and screams. But Felix’s sadism isn’t even close to being sated. He attaches steel clips to Cole’s nipples and continues to whip him with the single-tail. Cole’s youth and beauty make Felix want to hurt him even more. “Please…” Cole begs before Felix sprays his fresh wounds with alcohol. Felix then covers Cole’s chest, abs and cock with clothespins. Cole is able to reach the pins on his torso and, although he knows it will be painful, pulls them off one by one, putting on quite a show. He can’t reach the cock pins, though; he’ll have to endure that pain until his tormentor returns in the morning.