College boy Jacob has been standing naked in the dungeon for an hour, his chest, stomach, back and ass covered with nasty lashes, his cum drying on the rubber mat under him. Suddenly, he feels himself being lifted by the steel bar he's strapped to, until he's high up on his tiptoes. His torturer reappears with the whip - and a bottle of alcohol -first spraying his old wounds then whipping him some more, over and over. The torture never ends - it just gets worst. In between lashes, the guard treats him like a sex object, twisting his large nipples, stroking his creamy skin and fondling his young cock. He's left in that painful position, his skin on fire from the whip, his body fully stretched, for hours. Finally, he's lowered to his knees - and forced to take Anthony Martin's huge, encouraged cock down his throat. He used to fantasize about such a massive cock. Now he will choke on it.
Brian remains bound facedown to a low table, completely naked, his back, ass and legs covered with welts. He moans from the pain and humiliation of having his asshole fucked for the first time, by a man with a cock the size of a 16-ounce beer can. But Anthony Martin isn't done torturing and humiliating him. "Kiss it!" Anthony demands, pushing his still erect cock into Brian's face. The young stud kisses the cock then takes it deep into his throat again - anything to avoid further whipping. "Say thank you!" Anthony demands, whipping him and fingering his hole, then busting a huge load of cum all over his back. Wildly turned on, Anthony flogs Brian's shoulders, ass and upper legs, avoiding the coating of splooge. An hour later, the now broken stud is chained to a beam in a cold garage and ordered to cum. He has a large, if odd, cock, with its birthmark, but, no matter, he complies - and the cum flies.
Stefano's naked body is displayed on the torture table perfectly, his arms chained overhead to one winch, his legs chained to another. The slight stretch and the raising of his arms and legs cause his stomach to suck in and his limbs to flex, making him look even more muscular and ripped. Stefano remains blindfolded, in total darkness, nothing but a perfect piece of man-meat. Anthony Martin stays in the shadows, his eyes drinking in every inch of the slave's physique. Then Anthony does what everyone watching this would love to do: He fondles and caresses that perfect body, from his throat and biceps to his pecs and waistline to his thighs and feet. And, of course, Anthony strokes that gorgeous, hairless cock and balls. Then he cranks both winches, stretching the stud just to the point of pain, reminding him that he is not just an object of desire, but a slave to be tortured. But first, his body must be oiled.
Brian has lost track of time. He's kept chained, always naked, in a cold dungeon, never able to really lie down or sit comfortably, usually in darkness. Some days he's simply hosed down and given a bedpan. Some days he's dragged into another room and tortured. Other days - like today - his master, Anthony Martin, flips on the lights and demands to be blown. "Open up, boy!" Anthony demands, removing his leather thong, his big cock throbbing. "Please, it's too big," Brian begs. "Suck it!" Anthony sneers, shoving his massive, erect phallus deep down Brian's throat. This tough, aggressive straight stud is broken, a total fuck slave and cum bucket. Anthony fucks Brian's face for a good fifteen minutes then makes him hold his mouth open as Anthony cums all over his lips and face and down his throat.
Anthony Martin loves keeping Stefano blindfolded and standing erect, his arms at his sides, chained away from his body, his legs spread, his back aching, forced to remain erect and unbending for hours by the steel collar around his neck. It is the ideal position for maximum appreciation of his physique. He flexes and strains against the chains, displaying his muscles perfectly. He is gagged and completely naked, a voiceless slab of muscle. Anthony rubs down every inch of his glorious body with baby oil before, once again, flogging the stud mercilessly on his abs and pecs, stopping only to grope his reddened, warm flesh and his fat, hairless cock and balls. Then Anthony switches to a horse crop - delivering a new, much sharper pain to his torso, inner thighs and cock. In total darkness, Stefano is terrified and confused. Then a live electrode touches his metal collar.
After spending the night naked and bound in the trunk of a car, the pain of the whip and the memory of being brutally fucked still fresh in his mind, straight-stud Brian Adams is a broken man. He lies passively as the trunk swings open and the man who beat and fucked him strokes his body and his cock. "Get out!" Anthony Martin barks, leading him out of the trunk by his cock and dragging him back into the dungeon. Brian lies face-up on a torture table in the middle of the room, a look of submission and terror on his face as his wrists and ankles are strapped down. He knows he will suffer - but he has no idea how much. His balls are the first target of his tormentor's sick mind as his scrotum is crushed in a metal vice. Then Anthony attaches an electrode from a car battery to the vice. "Oh, God, no!" Brian mumbles through his ball gag. Then Anthony touches the other electro to Brian's nipple. The beauty of pain, indeed.
Stefano is solid muscle from head to toe, a Greek god, a man of incredible strength, at the peak of his physical prowess, but now he is utterly helpless, chained at his throat, wrists and ankles, a slab of meat, completely at the mercy of a man not half his size. He has been shipped to our dungeon by has new master, a rich Roman aristocrat, who has hired us to torture him mercilessly, live on camera for all to see. Professional sadist Anthony Martin has stripped and blindfolded Stefano. His body has been shaved smooth, like marble. And now he is being brutally flogged, up and down his V-shaped back and bulbous ass. Anthony puts down the whip only long enough to fondle the muscle boy, then goes right back to whipping him and misting the fresh wounds with alcohol, sending that glorious body into new spasms of pain.
Jacob lies on his back out cold, his wrists and ankles cuffed to the X-cross. He is utterly exhausted, having been fucked and tortured nonstop for days. Prison guard Anthony Martin can't get enough of this boy. He loves fucking Jacob's tight ass, squeezing his juicy nipples and stroking his responsive cock. Jacob should have been freed after his crucifixion, but Anthony has kept him as his personal slave. Today, he fucks the boy's bruised and torn asshole with a steel dildo while getting his cock hard. He orders Jacob to jerk off, but the boy is too exhausted, the pain in his ass too great, to climax, so Anthony whips him, hard, then shocks his asshole with a car battery until Jacob passes out, then wakes him again with the whip. Finally, Jacob is left alone and helpless, in the dark, fearing that he may never leave, that his fate is to be this man's slave forever.
Professional sadist Anthony Martin positions a motorized fuck-machine in young Jacob Wolf's ass. Jacob is stretched, facedown, on a horizontal X-cross, a leather gag shoved in his mouth to keep him from biting his tongue. The young jock's smooth, hairless body is covered with nasty wounds from the various whips that have been used on him over the last 72 hours. Anthony flips the switch on the fuck-machine which then begins to pound Jacob's tight asshole, slow and deep at first. Jacob's sobs get louder and more anguished as Anthony increases the power and speed of the jackhammer-like device. All the boy can do is take it, tears running down his face, in the worst agony of his life, as he is fucked by a machine, endlessly.
Jacob sucked a few cocks and had anal-sex a few times before the Christian Taliban consolidated power and banned all gay sex under penalty of torture. But he has never seen an erect cock like Anthony Martin's - huge and engorged. Anthony shoves the thing down Jacob's throat, making the gay-boy choke and gag. After a while, Jacob manages to swallow the massive cock a little easier, but he still whimpers in pain, tears running down his cheeks, as he's mercilessly face-fucked. Anthony then turns young Jacob around and fucks his ass like he's a cheap whore, busting a huge load of cum all over his back. Jacob's torture by fucking has just begun.
After he spends eight hours on the cross, Jacob's punishment is legally over. But Anthony Martin doesn't give a fuck. He's hard and horny. He wants young Jacob's mouth on his cock, so he drags the naked kid, still aching from hours on the cross, back into the dungeon. "Suck my dick, boy!" Anthony demands, shoving his massive, erect cock into Jacob's mouth. Jacob gasps and moans as he's face-fucked like a common whore. Anthony pulls out of his mouth and cums all over his face, but Anthony isn't done with him yet. He chains Jacob face-down to the horizontal X-cross, naked and gagged. It might be "extra-legal," but this boy will be flogged and fucked even harder than during his official torture.
In the not-too-distant future, when the United States is ruled by fanatical Christians, a young college boy, Jacob Wolf, is arrested for committing "acts of sodomy" and for speaking out against the government on his small college campus. He even has a pro-gay tattoo on his chest - a crime for which he will not only be tortured but brutally fucked, by a prison guard and various machines. Jacob, wearing a polo shirt and khakis, is bound to a pole, his legs spread wide. His clothes are ripped away, revealing a boyish, well-built body. "Look at me!" a large, uniformed man yells. He then describes the tortures Jacob will suffer: whipping, stretching, electro-shock, crucifixion. The man tells Jacob he is being punished for the crime of homosexuality but says nothing as the guard - his massive, erect cock bulging in his tight pants - twists and licks the boy's meaty nipples and strokes his beautiful cock, getting him rock hard.
The time has come for young Jacob to experience the worst nightmare of his life: crucifixion. The fit, young college boy is ordered to lie on the cross and his wrists and ankles are strapped to it. Anthony Martin puts his boot on the supine boy's chest and cock. Jacob is terrified, but his cock hardens and remains hard as he's lifted upright. Every muscle in his body strains. His pecs feel like they will tear, his shoulders like they will explode - and he has hours to go! Anthony has another agony for him, shoving a steel dildo up Jacob's ass as he hangs from the wood, making him fuck himself with his own weight, in total agony. Still, his cock hardens. Anthony can't keep his hands off the crucified boy, stroking his muscles, fingering his navel, pinching his nipples - and keeping his cock hard. The perfect gay boy, fucked and crucified.
Bodybuilder Stefano's gorgeous muscles ache terribly as he's stretched by his elevated legs and arms. He quietly moans as Anthony Martin, indifferent to his pain, squeezes his muscles and enjoys his perfectly displayed physique. "Flex those quads for me! Tighten those abs!" Anthony barks, treating Stefano as his play thing. Then he works the slave's uncut cock. "You are going to cum for me, boy," Anthony says. "This body, this cock, belong to me." Stefano closes his eyes and tries to get hard, knowing he must please this man or suffer even worse agonies. Soon his cock hardens and he busts a load of cum all over his tormentor's hand. "Please, it hurts." he begs, in broken English, but, instead of loosening the tension, Anthony stretches him even harder, taking Stefano to a whole new level of suffering.
In America's dystopian future, gay-sex is outlawed, yet an official of the state, like Anthony Martin, can fuck all the boys he likes - as long as he's doing it as "punishment." The rules apply to the masses not to those with power over them. Jacob is not only whipped and electro-tortured, like a typical political prisoner; he is also "fuck-tortured," a punishment reserved for "sodomites." Anthony fucks the college-boy's mouth with a huge, rigid dildo that chokes him and simultaneously fucks his tight asshole with another, rigid dildo. Jacob screams in humiliation and pain, but the fucking never stops, for hours. Anthony finally stops penetrating Jacob's mouth, but only so he can slap his ass while continuing to fuck his hole. The boy is delirious with pain - but his dick is hard.
Anthony Martin has strict instructions from our client - Don Giovanni, the rich Italian aristocrat - to inflict no permanent damage on his prized slave, Stefano, so Anthony keeps the level of current low and the shocks to Stefano's steel collar short. Still, each shock makes the young bodybuider's huge pecs striate, his veins bulge and his massive thighs tremble. It's like watching a statue of a Greek god come to life. Anthony then shocks Stefano's balls, making him whimper like a little boy. Seeing such a physically powerful man reduced to such vulnerability is a massive turn-on. Stefano experiences a whole new level of pain when his pecs are ringed with clothespins and his cock is lined with even nastier clips. "If you want to be free, you're going to cum for me," Anthony tells the stud hours later, releasing Stefano's wrists so he can remove the clips and clothespins and work his cock.
Straight boy Ross has been humbled. We arent going to allow our new skater bitchboy to simply sit there looking pretty. He needs to be in bondage having his fuckhole worked over every minute of the day. Ross knows to obey or there will be hell to pay. Its pleasing to see him submissively look down with his stupid floppy hair falling in front of his eyes while hes gagged and taken in control by Adrian who ties him up. Ross is bent over his knee to be given his bad boy spanking. Ross visibly tenses as hes strung up and his body is man handled. Hes terrified at any minute his punishment might escalate if he doesnt absolutely obey. His dick is greedily tugged and his arse cheeks are parted so his arsehole is aggressively fingered to widen his sphincter. Adrian shoves a vibrator up him, but his tight arse continuously pushes it out. While hes sprawled naked on the block hes kicked back against the wall so the vibrator can be secured up his arse so he will be fucked continuously. Ross has n.
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A little warning to all you hot, young gay boys out there hoping to make a few bucks on Grindr, looking for a "date" who can "help with rent": Some guys offering you cash aren't lonely old men who'll be happy sucking you off but strapping young men with whips and chains who will abuse you like a piece of meat. That's what's happened to beautiful Noah Evans. He was expecting to get picked-up, taken-out to dinner and then have his abs fondled and his cock sucked. Instead, he's been tortured for days, hung naked by his wrists and flogged, his lean, fit body covered with bruises and welts. Normally, his sex appeal gets him what he wants. Now it gets him nothing but anguish. And - as he's just noticed - it's all being filmed. Noah agreed, in a text exchange, "to be used in any way," and now, after some careful editing, Grant Dixon will post a video of this hot boy being tortured and humiliated, for the whole world to see, and there is nothing Noah can do about it.
Stefano's owner, Don Giovanni, is a devout Catholic who grew up in an old Roman church, staring at a marble statue of a nearly naked young man nailed to a cross. He dreamed of yanking the loincloth from the crucified man's hips. He imagined what it would be like to touch the man's quivering flesh, feeling the pain emanating from his muscles. Now, as a rich man, he can make those dreams come true. Today he crucifies the perfect muscle-stud - Stefano - for the first of what will be hundreds of times. The young bodybuilder is completely naked, shaved smooth. He is so powerful he can hold his body in position for over an hour, but the agony of the cross is unbearable. Every muscle in his body bulges, under intense strain. Giovanni tells his surrogate, Anthony Martin, to moisten Stefano's body with a mist of vinegar and oil and rub the mixture into his whipped skin and aching muscles. Anthony has never felt anything so sublime.
Grant Dixon is one horny fuck and he loves nothing more than having a tight-bodied muscle-twink bound and helpless in his dungeon. "You are one hot piece of ass," Grant says, his arm around Noah Evan's neck, pulling him back so his body arches over the pillory's horizontal bar. "Please." Noah begs, his eyes wide as saucers, as Grant slowly pours the searing hot wax pooled at the top of a burning pillar-candle onto his naked body. The poor boy whimpers through his ball gag and squirms in pain as stream after stream of hot wax decorates his chest and abs. Grant, totally turned on, grabs the boy's cock, strokes it, then swallows the massive thing whole, making it swell to at least nine inches. Noah looks terrified, knowing this man's lust for his hot body and big cock means he has so much more suffering to endure.
