In a dimly lit dungeon, a shirtless teen, wearing only a leather collar and jockstrap, is made to assume the slave position. His Master, a hulking, leather-clad hunk, circles him, running a gloved hand over the teen's sweat-slicked skin. The Master produces a riding crop, snapping it against the teen's back, his thighs, his ass, leaving a trail of red welts. The teen's breath hitches, but his cock throbs, aching for release. The Master, sensing his slave's hunger, orders him to the St. Andrew's Cross, promising a thorough, relentless fucking with his thick, unyielding cock.