Our studly little handy man, still blindfolded, has some fight left in him. You can hear both anger and pain in his voice as rope man J.J. flogs his smooth, naked body, roped spread-eagle against the plywood wall. Soon the boy’s torso is bright pink, in sharp contrast to his skin’s natural milky tone. J.J. even whips the top of his arms and shoulders. Then rope man Anthony gets in on the fun, lassoing the boy’s cock and balls with his hemp rope and yanking, forcing the boy to arch his body off the wall, his genitals painfully stretched. Still there is that hint of anger in his moans of pain. Eventually his anger turns into pleas of mercy. “Please stop. Please no,” he begs. But J.J. and Anthony are in no mood to listen. They love watching his naturally fit body flex and squirm against his ropes.