In a kinky twist on gym etiquette, Xander Corvus finds himself the punching bag of a public bdsm session. Rope suspends him from a pull-up bar, his body a canvas for Karasputin's rope artistry. The gym's regulars, now perverse spectators, watch as Xander's ass is fisted and DP'd, his cries of pain and pleasure mingling with the clink of weights and the squeak of sneakers on the polished floor. The air is thick with sweat, lube, and the scent of forbidden lust.