MARCUS

Part 6

PLAYTIME: 15:16

Pain slave Marcus, sweating profusely in the hot sun, if roped flat on his back to a wooden bench just 100 yards from a major freeway, nearly naked in tiny designer briefs and a way-too-small wife-beater. He struggles mightily, his ankles bound apart, his wrists tied high overhead. But nothing he does budges the multiple layers of thick rope holding him down. The rumble of the traffic nearby terrifies him, sounding like a rushing river that will overwhelm him at any moment. Then his master returns and rips open his shirt. He knows better than to ask for relief but begs with his eyes, before his master binds his elbows, then his chest, to the bench. His lean, wiry body looks so good, stretched out, gut sucked in, abs clearly visible, in the hot summer sun. Even his toes twitch from the stress of the position. He is silent until Matt rips off his undies and binds his ball sack with tight twine. “It hurts! Please stop!” he begs, but his master is just egged on to pull harder. The rope man loves the cries of pain and the helpless begging.