Brian Bonds sits on the floor of a dungeon, alone and completely naked with his back against a dirty brick wall. Around his neck is a collar thats been chained above him to the wall. Brians dick stays hard with the thought that hopefully hell get a visit today from his muscle-stud captor, Jason Collins. As luck would have it, Jason Collins cavalierly enters his dungeon shirtless, wearing leather pants and leather boots, holding a big leather paddle, muscles blazing. Brian gives him his best puppy-dog eyes and begs to serve him, telling Jason all of the ways in which he would do so. Jason tells Brian to get up on his knees and paddles his chest and legs until Brians skin turns bright pink. He attaches a clamp to each of Brians nipples and makes him lay on his back. Jason takes his boot and steps right on the middle of Brians chest and pulls upward on the chain that connects the two clamps, making his scream in pain. After the nipple torment, Jason releases Brian from the wall and wraps him up in rope and suspends him from the ceiling with his ass exposed. Jason shaves around Brians asshole with an electric shaver and gets it ready for his fat cock. He then tenderizes Brians
