As Lee tries his best to undo his bonds, Donnie can only think of more ways to tie them tighter. The edging continues as Lee's dick gets harder and harder. Tormented by Donnie's teasing, this tied-boy offers a blow job to let him go!
Donnie and resident hottie Lee get a dose of the blahs when the sun goes down out at the pool. In no time, Donnie has convinced Lee to try getting tied up. A length of rope nearby, Lee gets his hands tied behind his back against a poolside pole. Donnie does an excellent job mastering several binding knots before gently touching Lee's body, lips, and cock.
New boy-toy Troy is about to be put through the paces by Master DJ. Led to an open field, he is laid out on his backside in an X and tied to stakes buried in the ground. DJ loves to display his boys, and this young slut is no exception. Beating him with both a stiff riding crop and a tough leather flogger, DJ shouts, "Are you a dirty little whore?" to which Troy can only whimper a breathless, "Yes, sir." Next week: Troy's torture has only begun as DJ stuffs his cock down the boy's throat.
When DJ takes a break from his newest slave, leaving Troy to suffer alone in the grass. As the discomfort intensifies under the hot sun, Troy begins to shout for help, squirming against the ropes that bind his wrists and ankles. Each passing minute becomes more and more unbearable, and by the time DJ returns, Troy is willing to do anything to be released. Master DJ is counting on this vulnerability, and quickly shoves his huge dick down the struggling boy's throat.
It's been nearly an hour since Master DJ left our newest model boy hanging by his wrists from the X-cross. By now, Lance's built frame is feeling heavier and heavier with each passing moment, as he groans attempting to free his hands from the cuffs that bind him. The struggling does nothing but make him weaker, and he begins hoping DJ will return and free his wrists - even if it means getting beaten again. When DJ does return, he allows Lance one brief moment of reprise before turning him to face the wall and shackles his arms and legs back to the cross. From this angle, we get an uninhibited view of Lance's young boy butt and muscular shoulders. The beating continues.
The conclusion. Muscle boy Lance is still hung from the ceiling by his limbs, taking a serious riding crop beating from Master DJ. Laughing and teasing the poor boy, DJ is really enjoying himself and his crafty new suspension toy. After a few more sharp cracks against the boys flesh, DJ starts smacking Lance's firm butt with his bare palm. Each slap makes a satisfying echo in the chamber. A few moments later, DJ eases his groaning prey back down and orders him over to the spanking bench, attaching thick black rope once again to the muscle boy's wrists and calves. DJ returns with two dildos, both of which he rams into Lance's waiting asshole.
Muscle stud Lance has been beaten by Master DJ for hours on his chest, stomach, and backside. His ass is bright red and his back is very sore. DJ escorts him by the balls to a table and orders him to lay on his swollen back. Wincing in pain, Lance is then ordered to strap on a pair of black leather boots. Once on, Master DJ takes over and attaches cuffs to Lances boots and wrists, then clamps them all together. Lance begins to panic as he realizes what's about to happen: he's being strung up by the limbs on an overhead pulley system. He struggles hard against the bonds, wildly performing acrobatics to get himself detached; but the cuffs are tight and there is no escape.
DJ is back with new model Lance. Lance is a cocky muscle twink who has never been in bondage before. He gets racked on the X-cross with our thickest set of cuffs to be sure he won't get free. DJ starts in on him right away, testing out our new whip and stiffer riding crop on this teenager's thick cut body. The imprinted lashes on his chest are inferno red, and it's obvious that Lance is having a bit of fun with all this - until he gets ball-gagged. Now he knows he's in for more than he bargained for.
The whipping subsides as Bobby's dick grows hard. DJ puts his stiff riding crop aside and begins to loosen the knots on his slave boy's arms and legs. Once free, he escorts Bobby to the table, lying him chest up. Bobby's cock doesn't soften at all, he is clearly excited for the next round of torture. DJ loops ropes around in an intricate display of knots, finally attaching his slave's arms and ankles to a large metal ring hanging from the ceiling. Once secure, DJ presses a button and Bobby's entire body ascends into the air, exposing the boy's perfect ass. A round of butt torture is up next.
As the shackled and horrified Chad looks on, Master DJ gets rough with 19-year-old Tommy. Striking him hard and fast with the riding crop, Tommy's body begins turning bright red, you can even see the outline of the leather riding crop head embedded in his smooth skin. Master DJ taunts Chad, saying, "I'm gonna fuck your boyfriend," and pulls out the dreaded 10-inch dildo. Chad is helpless to intervene, and soon Tommy's ass has swallowed the dildo to it's hilt.
Troy's hungry mouth gets a workout as DJ his fat cock inside. Troy struggles against the ropes that bind his wrists and ankles, but they only get tighter, leaving deep imprints in his flesh. Each time Troy chokes on DJ's dick, he gets another lashing from the whip until finally DJ can't stand to look at the dirty slut's face. He turns his face-down and duct tapes his mouth shut. Pulling Troy's porcelin ass cheeks into the air, DJ rams his cock between them, as muffled cries of agony rip from Troy's throat. In a few minutes, cum is spewing from DJ's dick.
Bobby's tight little hole is being stretched beyond the limit as DJ pops another steel ball inside. But before the final enormous ball is made in, Bobby gives a sign that it's too much. As punishment, DJ leaves the steel dildo inside Bobby's swollen ass and he is made to keep it there. Just as Bobby lets go and breathes a sigh of relief, DJ is already back behind him, greasing up a 12-inch rod and plunges the head into Bobby's pucker. He grunts with surprise, and DJ begins wrenching the molded dick stick further and further down the chute until Bobby can take no more and begs for it to stop.
The conclusion. Bobby breathes a sigh of relief, knowing that any surprise DJ brings cannot be any worse than the giant dildo his ass just swallowed. But when DJ returns, he is leading hot young muscle boy Lance by the cock over to Bobby's helpless body. Throwing on condom, Lance can only grin at the gaping hole his dick is about to enter. "Fuck him good for me," taunts DJ, and Lance wastes no time shoving his member deep into Bobby's chute. Springing to life, Bobby's dick strains against the cockring and the wood of the fuck bench he is tied to. Moaning and bucking in rhythm with Lance's every thrust, Bobby pleads, "Please let me cum!" DJ returns, pulls Lance's dick out of his slave's butt, and shackles him to the X-cross. Untying Bobby, DJ tells him to jerk off and cum. Bobby's hand has barely stroked the rock-hard flesh of his own dick before it erupts with a geyser of hot slave boy spunk.
After a man opening whip scene, DJ now butters his hand up with lube and starts stroking Bobby's cock. The boy is hard in no time - he closes his eyes and lets out a soft moan. DJ leaves Bobby to struggle for some time before returning. Bobby is exhausted, tugging at the wrist bindings with his entire body weight. He is sore and thirsty from having the gag on so long. When DJ unleashes the boy's arms and legs, he doesn't even try to get away, he is so worn out. DJ turns Bobby around so his chest faces the X-cross. He re-attaches the bindings and starts whipping the smooth, hairless butt.
Jackson struggles against the heavy chains that bind his body to the metal bars of his cell. Frustrated, he yells out for anyone to come and let him free, even begins to shout for his captor to come back and challenge him. But as the friction of the chains heats up his body, his hand wanders to his dick, and Jackson cannot help but stroke it momentarily before Master DJ returns. Flipping his prisoner onto his belly, he reshackles the chains to through the metal cell bars and then attacks Jackson with his riding crop and malicious taunts.
Jake gets his back door slammed by the enormous dildo Damien is wielding. When it proves too much, Damien whips his slave boy hard and him to turn over and submit to him. Jake quickly obeys, grabs his own dick and starts pumping. He is so nervous it takes him a few minutes to find the right position before the cum trickles out. Damien is very pleased, though he keeps his boy tied up for next time as the lights go out on Jake.
Our latest Bound Up Boy gets tortured by Master DJ. Hot 18-year-old Bobby is the newest slave-boy to get a taste of DJ's lashings. Shackled to the X-cross, Bobby's dick is sticking straight at attention; he is clearly intrigued at the thought of being tortured. First, Bobby gets whipped and then throttled by the riding crop. His chest gets bright red quickly, and his tight thighs turn pink from the pounding. His swollen cock softens at the sound of DJ's insults and soon he is begging for it to stop.
An irate Master DJ has been beating Jackson for over an hour in an attempt to discover what Jackson has done with DJ's borrowed money. In an elaborate scheme, DJ leaves Jackson in his cell, helpless against the heavy chains that pin him to the metal bars. After a few moments, DJ returns with Jackson's boyfriend, leading him naked by the balls and into the cell to join him. Thrust in the corner, duct taped and chained, now Jackson and Troy are in deep. Their screams cannot be heard and they are either going to have to tell DJ what they did with his money or face the consequences. When they don't fess up, DJ strips and begins to fuck Jackson's boyfriend right in front of him.
DJ loaned his buddy Jackson a few hundred bucks some time ago and now refuses to pay up. DJ tracks him down and drags him by the balls into a cell, chains him to the wall and starts grilling him about where his money is. Jackson repeats that he doesn't have the money and can't get it, which only angers DJ more. DJ starts whipping, going harder and harder until he gets the answer he wants. When he realizes Jackson really doesn't have the cash, he decides to make him pay another way. Beating him with a riding crop, DJ begins to have a little more fun torturing this slacker.
DJ gets whip on as he dishes out the lashings onto Bobby's back and butt. The whimpers turn to sharp cries of pain as Bobby's backside turns from tan to a deep scarlet. DJ can't resist grabbing onto Bobby's lucious butt, and he squeezes hard as Bobby moans, unable to resist the touch of his master. Later, DJ unshackles his boy and moves him to a wooden chair, where he intricately ties Bobby into an exposed position. DJ rubs his riding crop up and down the shaft of Bobby's cock as it springs to life. The boy is practically drooling with anticipation and you can see the glint of pre-cum spewing from his dick.
