Rope man Seamus has got himself a new prize: 21-year-old college kid Marshall, a classic pretty boy: sleek and smooth, with lean muscles and the face of an angel, wearing tight jean-shorts and an extra-small T-shirt stretched tight over an impressive chest. The boy’s shirt is so small that when Seamus drags him outside and spreads him on the ground, it reveals a good 10 inches of flat stomach, including a deep, sexy navel. Seamus smirks as he ties his boy’s ankles and wrists to steel stakes and hammers them deep into the hard ground. “You’re not going anywhere!” he says as he cuts off the boy’s shirt, then his shorts, leaving him to squirm and flex in his tighty-whities for a while before pulling the ropes even tighter. He loves seeing Marshall’s stomach sucked in even harder. Now let’s get a look at that cock.

Marshall glistens with sweat, staked out behind a wooded berm, just a hundred yards from a major highway, but hidden from view. “What’s gonna happen?” he asks plaintively, as Seamus fondles and painfully squeezes his hairless cock and balls. Thousands of cars zoom by just a block away, but no one can see or hear, let alone help, this naked, vulnerable youth staked out and exposed. Seamus loves watching his prey’s tight, boyish body flex against his expert knots. He also loves inflicting pain on his boy, so he clips two clothespins to Marshall’s pink, erect nipples, making the boy groan in pain. After a few hours, he pulls the clothespins off and digs his fingernails into the swollen, super-sensitive nips, making Marshall squeal in agony, his screams muffled by the throbbing traffic, his cries for help unheard.

After being staked out in the hot sun, then milked by a rapacious black boy and forced to cum by the vicious Seamus, young slave Marshall is exhausted, collapsed on a bed in another pair of skin-tight briefs, waiting for the return of his rope master. And, sure enough, Seamus returns, with his ropes in tow. First he expertly ties Marshall’s ankles and feet, then rolls him over and binds his wrists behind his back. Soon Marshall is doing what he does best, rolling around naked, painfully bound, every muscle in his lean, boyish body flexing. Now it’s time to hog-tie him and really get those cramps going. Gagging him with his moist undies finishes the look. Poor, suffering Marshall. If he wasn’t so damn beautiful, perhaps we could stop binding and displaying his perfect little body.

Flashback to the summer, when it was warm and green and Master Seamus was tying up slender, young muscle boys in the backyard. College boy Marshall worked out all last year, getting his smooth, young body in perfect shape -- 6% body fat, ripped abs, defined pecs, and muscular arms and legs. And what is his reward? Seamus strips him naked in public down to his boots and ropes him by his wrists, neck and ankles to a pole outside in the hot, summer sun, within easy earshot of a major freeway, just beyond the bushes. And if that weren’t bad enough, Seamus soon wraps his chest with tight rope for no other purpose than to inflict additional pain. It’s now time to watch this perfect boy squirm, from his long legs, to his dangling balls, to his lovely torso. Knowing that he is just a few yards from thousands of vehicles on a nearby thoroughfare, but still totally helpless and alone, adds to his sexiness.

Marshall’s outdoor ordeal continues, as he flexes against incredibly tight ropes binding his neck, chest, stomach and ankles to a steel pole. After an hour, Seamus appears and adds a few final touches: First, he painfully wraps Marshall’s legs just above the knees with two tight ropes that bite into his flesh. Then he wraps Marshall’s cock and balls with multiple loops of twine and pulls them tight, leaving the boy to squirm in agony, the buzz of nearby traffic barely covering his moans. More hours pass and Seamus reappears and attaches two biting clothespins right on the tips of his boy’s nipples, making him squeal in pain. As dusk approaches, Marshall knows he will spend the night tied to this pole, in pain and nearly unable to move. The poor boy is suffering for no other reason than his youth and beauty. What better reason is there?