Peter and Victor, seasoned BDSM enthusiasts, find themselves in a new level of bondage, gagged and bound by the expert hands of their bondageman. Naked, except for their tight, black jockstraps, they're secured to a St. Andrew's Cross, their bodies stretched taut, vulnerable. The bondageman, a master of his craft, uses crops and floggers to paint patterns of pleasure and pain across their skin, their moans reduced to muffled grunts by their gag balls. Their cocks, hard and leaking, twitch with every strike, their bodies writhing in their restraints, desperate for release. Left alone, they rut against the cross, their muscles tensing, sweat beading on their skin, as they bring themselves to the brink of orgasm, only to be denied by their bonds.