Pubs are the perfect hunting ground for finding sexy straight boys to use and misuse. Men are more suggestible after a couple of pints, and we work our way round the pub finding a guy gullible enough to fall for our modelling offer...

The first guy shies away when I get too close, but Del soon snares a stunning lad in a suit, playing folornly on a slot machine.

Turns out Sergei lost all his money gambling, and in his depressed state, he's vulnerable to any suggestion as to how to turn his luck around.

It's the oldest trick in the book (well - our book, anyway). We tell Sergei we own a modelling agency, and he totally believes us. But of course he has to come back to our 'studio' for a 'shoot', first...

Sergei is eager to earn money from modelling, so he complies with our request for topless shots, as we tell him that doing what photographers want is the key to success. But when I hint at a more kinky theme, his shyness gets the better of him... until I tell him about all the hot women and fast cash he'll be getting.

I make Sergei believe it's just a bit of fun with ballgags and rope... until he's suddenly taken way beyond his limits, with no end in sight, and no choice but to obey.

Del orders Sergei to strip, and lashes mercilessly at his helpless bound body with a flogger as he struggles out of his clothes. We grope his cock and balls, punished his sensitive nipples and enhance his humiliation by making him stagger around on his knees.

Despite his disgust, Sergei is made to wank our hard cocks through our trousers, before I ram my finger up his arse and give him a fast and hard anal probing.

However, this doesn't even begin to prepare Sergei for the horrors of being hung by an anal hook on a winch. As he balances on his tiptoes, every tiny movement is punished by a pang of pain in his sphincter... and there's no getting away.

With a boy this beautiful, there's no better way to spank him than spread over our knees, his squirming body helplessly held in place by our strong arms. It's somehow more humiliating than tying him down.

The first few hard slaps produce a series of pitiful cries from Sergei, but when we pick up our implements, he really starts to bawl. As we take turns beating him with a heavy leather flogger, the miserable boy makes as much noise as he can - hoping we'll go easy on him. Screaming at the top of his voice, he's obviously never been in this much pain before in his life... he can't even articulate actual begging. By the time I grab the wooden paddle and start laying into his reddened cheeks with that, Sergei's voice, hoarse from crying out over and over again, takes on a strangled, desperate sound as his arse takes blow after agonising blow.

A thin riding crop is the ideal tool to really punished his sensitive pink hole - we spread his arse wide open and give his sphincter some serious punishment. The agony on this most private area is more than Sergei could ever have imagined - his kicks and struggles become uncontrollable as he breaks down in tears, sobbing and screaming his heart out.

After all this, when the massive leather strap comes out, it's no surprise Sergei quickly obeys our order to beg for a fucking. Surely anything must be better than what he's just been through...