Stripped naked, groped, pinned down and fingered, bogwashed and anally stretched...

With no poker game in sight, Kevin starts getting wary - beer in hand, he tries to laugh along as we push him about, but it's obvious he's uncomfortable and rapidly getting out of his depth. As horseplay rapidly turns into sexualised bullying, Kevin starts to struggle, but his wiry body is no match for our brute strength.

Trussed up in a gag, feet tickled and whipped, then drilled in the arse with a fucking machine.

Chav boy Kevin is in quite a predicament - he's never felt so exposed and humiliated in all his life. Tied to the ceiling by head and ankles, wrists bound by his sides, the little shit can't move an inch as I begin to toy with him. But with a hot little scally like Kevin, where does one start? Why, the feet of course. Just look at those tender soles, just begging to be abused.

Cruel canine training - buttplugged, made to eat dog biscuits, exercised on a leash, made to drink a bowl of our piss...

When I first saw all Kevin's dog tattoos, I instantly got a boner at the thought of turning the little scumbag into a human puppy. And now here he is, arms tied into helpless front legs, cringing and intimidated after his earlier ordeal. Ready to be trained...