Ian is one sexy boy, young, fit and well built. Wearing nothing but a tiny jock, he now faces into the concrete dungeon, back against the wall, spread-eagle. His broad, hairless chest and lean stomach are covered with lash marks and bruises. Clearly, he has been repeatedly whipped and beaten. The muscular guy in the hoodie, Jared, won’t look him in the face as he rubs Ian’s cock through the jock then pulls it out. Ian moans in pain and shame, his hard cock twitching, poking out from the jock. He knows he is a fuck boy for a sadist, but he has no idea what will happen next. Then a short bullwhip strikes his chest. He screams and gasps in pain. The lashing continues. The contrast between his naked vulnerability and intense suffering and Jared’s robotic coldness and total control is a fantasy come true.