Isaac begs after Axel punches him hard in the solar plexus. Isaac has now realizes a simple truth: The only fantasy that matters is Axel Johnson’s. And Axel’s fantasy is to hurt young, innocent boys with smooth, hairless bodies, to make them suffer, to hear them moan and beg, to feel the pain emanate from their firm muscles, then to fuck them. After beating him senseless, Axel leaves Isaac bolted to the wall for hours, then flips him around and binds him again so he is facing the wall. God, that round ass looks amazing being flogged.
