Blake Ellis and Alex Killian have been friends for years, working at the same computer repair shop. They are both nerds but surprisingly good looking. You know the type: the guy who shows up to fix your computer, a geek with an awkward personality, but you can’t help but notice a sexy body under his dress shirt and polyester pants. Alex has virtually taken over Blake’s life in the last year, making him workout, shave his body and continue to wear shirts that are now a size too small for his new, muscular body, raising eyebrows at work. In recent weeks Alex has become even more demanding, making Blake suck his cock in the break room and call him “Sir.” Today, Blake will take the final step in his relationship with Alex: He’ll become his slave. He will be fucked and whipped and tortured. Blake is terrified, but he will do it. Alex is in his head and has manipulated him to this point of total submission.

Young Blake hangs by his wrists in his Master’s “play room.” His shirt has been ripped off, his pants pulled down, but his briefs remain, revealing just a hint of ass crack. His chest, arm pits and pubes are shaved clean. He is a slave boy, a piece of meat to be used. Alex, his Master, has turned him into the ultimate submissive, to be tortured and fucked at will. Blake, now known simply as “boy” or “slave,” is already in great pain, his muscular back bruised and cut by the single-tail whip. Crack! The whip cuts into Blake’s back again. The whipping intensifies, blow after painful blow. Blake is writhing in pain, but Alex doesn’t care. He pulls down the boy's underwear and grabs his surprisingly big cock. “You must remain hard even when you are in great pain,” he tells his boy as he strokes Blake’s dick. It hardens in seconds. Yes, Blake is turned on by his submission, but the pain is so great. And it’s going to get worse.

Smooth, muscle-boy Blake lies collapsed on the floor, totally exhausted after hanging by his wrists for hours, his back screaming in pain from the single-tail whip, his ass covered with red welts like two ripe globes of tenderized boy-meat. His Master, Alex, enters and flogs his fresh wounds, then sprays them will alcohol and orders him to roll over onto the cross. “You are going to hang for seven hours, boy,” Alex tells the trembling slave. “These muscles you are so proud of are now your worse enemy. Their weight will tear you apart and their strength will keep you in total agony the whole time.” Moments later Blake rises. He immediately feels the power of the cross as his arms and pecs stretch and his abdomen sucks in so he can barely breathe. In one-hour he will be jerked off – and if he doesn’t cum he’ll spend not seven but nine hours on the cross! How can he bear it? The pain is already so intense.

After an hour on the cross, Blake’s young body glistens with sweat. He moans in agony, overcome by the strain on every muscle and tendon in his body – and he still has hours to go! Then he hears the door open behind him. Without saying a word, his Master, Alex, attaches six clothespins to his ball sack. Blake cries out in agony, as this new, sharp pain intensifies the deep, throbbing pain he feels throughout his body. “I’m in so much pain, sir,” he moans. “I know, boy, and now you are going to cum for me,” Alex says, stroking his slave’s cock. Blake moans in agony. How can he possibly perform, crucified, with his ball sack attacked by biting pins? He can’t believe it when he gets hard. “Sir – sir – I’m going to cum!” he blurts out, in disbelief, then busts a huge load of cum all over his master’s hand. Alex steps back, leaving his slave’s half-erect cock lying on the pins. “Good boy, now only six more hours to go,” Alex says with a sneer, leaving Blake hanging on the wood in agony. Hours later Alex returns to find his slave half-unconscious. He brings the crucified boy back to life with a good, hard flogging.

Muscular, young Blake is strapped to a padded bench, his ass exposed and ready to be fucked. He is helpless, flexing and struggling against Velcro straps holding his wrists and ankles to the bench. His master told him nothing while binding him an hour ago, leaving him to stew all alone, but he is sure he will be whipped and fucked. Sure enough, Master Alex returns, barefoot and shirtless, chains hanging from his leather pants, a leather paddle in his hand. Crack! The short, leather strap smacks his ass cheeks, leaving a deep, red welt. Blake screams, throwing his head back, every muscle in his body contracting, the bench shaking from the power of the blow. Crack! Crack! Crack! The brutal spanking continues, blow after blow, until the slave’s ass is bright red and bruised, covered with welts. Now it’s time for the flogger. That ass has to be fully tenderized before it is fucked.

Blake continues to grit his teeth and tense his muscles, absorbing brutal blow after brutal blow from his master’s flogger. His screams echo off the dungeon walls as his back and ass are turned into a mass of angry, red welts. His master, Alex, is almost casual in his cruelty. He loves nothing more than seeing his slave totally broken, quivering in pain, ready to be fucked. Blake gasps and moans and flexes against his bonds but he knows he is fulfilling his destiny, doing exactly what he is meant to do: submitting totally to a more dominant man. “Are you my bitch?” Alex bellows after landing several especially wicked blows. “I am your bitch!” Blake replies, between gasps of pain. Suddenly, Alex stops and steps back, admiring his work while removing his leather pants and working his cock until it is rock-hard. Then he fucks Blake like a cheap whore, pounding his puckering asshole so hard the boy rocks back and forth on the fuck bench.

Master Alex continues to fuck Blake long and hard while he is bent over and bound, helpless. The boy rocks back and forth on the fuck bench, his whole body shaking from the force of his master’s cock. Blake moans and grunts, half in pain, half in pleasure, as his virginal asshole and his well-whipped butt are pounded. “Oh, sir!” he moans, gripping the bench legs. Alex finally pulls out, only so he can bust his load not in his slave’s ass but all over his face. With his master’s cum dripping off his cheeks into his mouth, Blake is now branded a slave – boy who exists to be used, brutalized and fucked. As if to illustrate the point, Alex shoves a butt plug into Blake’s bruised asshole then flogs his already well-beaten ass and back. “Did you think we were done?” Alex asks with a cruel smirk. Moments later Blake is spread-eagled on his back, totally naked, and Alex slices his beautiful abs and pecs with the single-tail. His lust for hurting this muscular, smooth, boyish slave will never be sated.

Blake is the perfect pain slave, a boy so naturally submissive he loves nothing more than to suffer for his master. He’s worked for months sculpting his body for one reason: so he could be strapped to a torture table and his master could whip his abs with a single-tail bullwhip. “You must be hard even when in pain,” Alex says, taking a break from the whip to stroke his slave’s cock. Blake’s gets hard instantly – and remains hard even when his master steps back and continues slicing his perfect torso with the whip. Blake’s erect cock bounces up and down with each painful blow. He is totally turned on by his willing submission to this man. He is a worthless, powerless slave, a possession who exists to suffer and please. Alex works his slave’s cock – and in minutes Blake busts a huge load of cum all over his red-striped abs. Alex rewards him by resuming the whipping.

Slave boy Blake is flipped over onto his stomach, face-down on the bondage table, spread-eagled, completely naked. A wedge of wood is placed under his waist, elevating his ass, emphasizing its roundness. His butt is like two balls of white marble, with a quivering, wet hole separating them. Blake knows his ass will be fucked; he just doesn’t know when or how. His master, Alex, enters, naked, carrying the same, red-striped bullwhip. Crack! The whip comes crashing down on his back, then his ass. Within a dozen minutes, his muscular ass and back are covered with brutal welts. In other words, he is ready to be fucked. And sure enough, Alex produces a huge dildo – and shoves it home. Blake gasps in pain. He is in for a long, hard fucking.

You can tell Blake was a virgin before being fucked by his new master, Alex, by the way he clenches his fists and trembles in pain as Alex thrusts as a large dildo in and out of his asshole. Blake is splayed on a bondage table, his ass up in the air, his wrists and ankles chained to each corner of the table. He moans rhythmically as Alex speeds up and then slows down then speeds up the anal-fucking, slapping Blake’s ass cheeks every five thrusts or so, turning the slave’s alabaster globes of rock-hard muscle bright red. Blake is fucked for a solid hour, non-stop, like a cheap whore. Then Blake must clench his asshole and keep the massive dildo in place while the soles of his feet are whipped.

Master Alex Killian has turned Blake Ellis into a completely submissive pain-slave, a boy who exists to be tortured, fucked and forced to suck cock on command. Blake crouches, naked, chained in the dungeon, a heavy, steel collar bolted around his throat. Blake is a novice slave with a hint of his previous life still present: He pulls on the tight collar and gags when a cock is rammed down his throat, but he is completely resigned to his fate. This combination of helpless resistance and total submission makes Alex wild with desire. He attaches two hard-plastic alligator-clips to Blake’s nipples then shoves his cock down his slave’s throat, whipping him the whole time with a nasty hand-whip. Blake’s hands are free but it never occurs to him to remove the clips nor resist the whip and the face-fucking. He endures – and works hard to please his master, until his torso is covered with his master’s cum.