The flickering light of the candle was piercing through the darkness of the dark damp dungeon, the dungeon he’d thought he’d never escape from, it had been so long, with little hope left - and the burning of the hot wax dropping off it was piercing the body of a bound twink with pain, the hot liquid stinging his skin as it dripped… Still, he loved it - as well as the pain delivered by the humongous stiff cock that was slamming on his butthole. He had no choice, the ropes were tied so tight, they bite into his soft skin and he could do nothing but struggle, he was a captive and he was going to be punished… Maybe next time he would obey his master, if he was given a next time. One of the many Pain Lessons he’s not soon forget.

What had begun as a sweet gay foreplay of two fresh twinks ended up in a lot of pain… Being tied up tight as can be to the horse by his so-called friend, Jeremy realized that the game was over only when it was already too late - the masked master armed with a scorching flogger was already cracking it behind his back… His fears soon came to the surface, it was no game, but another one of the Pain Lessons that would leave marks for some time, as a reminder.