Young lean and athletic, Scott has been working hard trying to make it as a professional rugby player. Just last month he succeeded and got himself signed for a professional team, finally being payed to play. He will make his debut later this year. Looks like his future is very bright.
Sadly for him a ghost from the past has come to haunt him at just the wrong moment. You see a couple of years back he posed for some, rather experimental, photo studies with some women of loose morals. Of no particular interest to you and me...except that they are the sort of photographs his new employers would be none too impressed by. After a robust discussion between Scott and I regarding the said photos, the lad agreed to perform for me at a little gathering I'd arranged. I invited a select group of appreciative older men to observe Scott's misery. The naive stud also discovered on his arrival that the whole thing would be recorded on video for older gay men, he'd never meet, to enjoy over and over again. I assured him that only a very small number of dedicated enthusiasts would ever see this...

Scott doesn't realise it but every time he swears and insults me it's actually making his punishment even hotter. I defy anyone to look at his face, so clearly seething with anger, and not spring a boner.

Be sure to catch the moments when he looks around with utter hatred for me, mixed with deep and lasting humiliation. I know he's even more embarrassed when I pull his reddened muscular buttocks apart to expose his scorchingly hot hole to the audience. This is one proud hetero stud. Biting down on the hard ball gag, his hot tears begin to fall down his face driven by that nasty strap I'm using. It all combines to finally make him understand just how low he's fallen.