“Let me go!” the teenaged twink begs, his naked body stretched between the ceiling and the floor. The boy’s master, Anthony Martin, mauls his twink body and fingers his pink asshole. “Please, I hafta go home!” the boy begs again. “Shut-up,” Anthony replies, shoving a ball-gag into his boy’s mouth. He pulls Matthew’s head back by his hair, arching his lean pysique, then flogs him brutally, up and down his body. Young Matthew is learning an important lesson: the only fantasies that matter are those of the man with the whip. And this whip-master fantasizes about one thing: making young pretty-boys suffer, covering their hairless bodies with welts and fucking their tight, virginal assholes. Matthew cries out and gasps in pain, his whole body trembling. He’s not going anywhere.