Ginger muscle-stud Brody Fox holds in cries of anguish as his impressive body is lashed with a single-tail whip and the wounds are sprayed with rubbing alcohol. Brody Fox is collared and chained, on his feet, naked, arms up, wrists shackled behind his head. His pubic hair is shaved but his fully exposed armpits are bushes of ginger. “Not so much fire now,” Ty Roderick says, stroking the stud’s firm, nearly hairless body. As Ty brutally flogs and beats him then lashes his whole body with a single-tail whip, Brody does not cry out – or drop the riding-crop he is holding in his mouth. Even more impressively, Brody screams only once when alcohol hit his wounds, even as his face contorts in agony. He’ll spend the night alone, on his feet, his skin burning from the wounds.
