Axel Johnson seduces his latest boy, Isaac, promising to make his bondage fantasies come true. Young Isaac eagerly agrees and strips down to a tiny jock. He has a well-built, naturally hairless body, but it is his face – its innocence and eagerness – that really attracts Axel. Isaac is totally turned on as this man in leather bolts him to a wall, kissing and tonguing him then cutting off his jock, revealing a Prince Albert: Despite being barely 20, Isaac is kinky as fuck; still, he is shocked by Axel’s aggressive cock-sucking and the sharp pain of a riding-crop striking his cock, balls and nipples. He likes the pain.

Axel Johnson, straps on hard-rubber boxing gloves, punches Isaac hard in the solar plexus. Isaac now accepts a simple truth: The only fantasy that matters is Axel Johnson’s. And Axel's fantasy is to hurt young, innocent boys with smooth, hairless bodies, to make them suffer, to hear them moan, to feel the pain emanate from their firm muscles, then to fuck them. After beating him, Axel leaves Isaac bolted to the wall for hours, then flips him around and binds him again so he is facing the wall. God, that round ass looks amazing being flogged.

When Isaac agreed to hook up with Axel Johnson for a BDSM session he knew it would be a new kind of sexual excitement, being bound and submissive while being fucked. Now he accepts that it means being a slave, beaten, whipped and bound in awkward positions for hours, used however the man with the whip and the power wishes. Axel loves flogging Isaac’s smooth, creamy body – especially his bulbous ass – then turning him around and chaining him to a concrete pillar, slicing his hairless chest and stomach with a single-tail whip – after crushing his balls in a vice. Isaac is left alone for hours, bound and in pain.

Young Isaac is collapsed on the dungeon floor, naked and exhausted. The two hours he is allowed to lie on concrete is the closest thing to sleep he has had since hooking-up with Axel Johnson. Alex shoves a butt-plug up his slave's ass – a symbol of his total ownership — then plops him on a bondage chair and encases him in plastic wrap from his ankles to his shoulders. Climbing up on the chair, he shoves his cock down the boy’s throat, slapping his face hard when he fails to suck with enthusiasm. Isaac, now a human cum receptacle, totally submits as Axel moans in ecstasy, pulling out at the last minute and ejaculating all over Isaac's face.

Isaac realizes he is being held captive not only so this man can use him sexually whenever he wants. It’s worse: He is also to be tortured, to suffer in ways that display his body while its most intimate parts are violated. Isaac is compact and muscular, but his strength can't help him now, as he hangs, spreadeagled, on an inclined table. It’s like being crucified: A his body is pulled apart by its own weight, he can’t get a footing. All he can do is shift the strain from his legs to his shoulders. Axel Johnson, smiling, attaches clothespins to the boy's nipples then all over his cock and balls. Now Isaac must suffer the active pain of over a dozen pins biting into his most sensitive flesh and the passive pain being pulled apart by his own weight.

Muscle pup Isaac’s “table crucifixion” continues, but with a twist: In addition to enduring the pain of having his upper body slowly pulled apart while being unable to secure a footing, Isaac twitches and squirms as Axel rolls a razor-sharp pinwheel over his nipples and balls. Axel drops the pinwheel and picks up a flogger, beating the boy’s smooth, white torso and legs, leaving him covered with lash marks. Hours later, exhausted, his body nearly broken, Isaac is chained facedown on the same table, showing off his broad shoulders and bulbous ass. Axel brutally lashes both with a single-tail whip, leaving Isaac oh-so-ready to fuck.

For Axel Johnson, Isaac is the perfect pain slave: young and innocent with a compact, muscular body, creamy skin and an ass like two melons. Isaac is chained, facedown, to a torture table, with just enough slack to allow him to flex and thrash as he’s whipped. Pain emanates off his body as cameras pan him from every angle and Axel lashes his V-shaped back, bulbous ass and upper thighs with a single-tail whip. His body glistening with sweat, the boy moans and arches up off the table with each lash. The pain is incredible, but Axel doesn’t let up, whipping his slave over and over then leaving him writhing, naked and alone.

"Open up!” Axel shouts, shoving a ball-gag in the boy’s mouth and teasing his juicy nipples with the sharp end of a fiberglass cane. Isaac is blindfolded, in total darkness, his balls clamped in a steel vice attached to a winch, which Axel now ratchets up, forcing the boy to arch off the table as his balls are stretched. Then, suddenly, the cane strikes the bottom of his feet, then his inner thighs, then his stretched ball sack! Oh, god, it hurts! Then Axel whips Isaac’s hairless torso and legs with a cat-o’-nine tail.

Isaac loves being a cum bucket used by a sadistic master and is perfectly prepared for today. His torso is bound in a leather straight-jacket that rubs against his wounds. He is chained by his throat, bent over a horse, his naked ass totally vulnerable. He knows he will be fucked – and he’s right. Axel Johnson fucks him long and hard, pulling out to cum then pushing his still-hard cock back in. Isaac groans, but the fucking has just begun. Axel shoves the steel shaft of a fuck machine, a jack-hammer tipped with a rigid dildo, deep inside Isaac’s raw hole and turns in on, fucking him hard and fast, with just spit as lubricant.