In a dark, dimly-lit dungeon, Brandon Areana, a powerful and dominant figure, awaits his next prey. A pathetic frat boy, barely out of his teens, is dragged in, bound in leather restraints. Brandon, clad in a harness and leather pants, towers over the squirming boy, his eyes gleaming with sadistic intent. He grabs the boy's chin, forcing him to look up, and delivers a stinging slap. "You're mine now, little boy," he growls, before proceeding to dominate, debase, and pleasure the whimpering pledge in ways that will leave him forever changed.