When no nonsense boyfriend Calvin Banks finds suspicious and salacious "sext messages" on the cell phone of his young lover Logan Cross, the concepts of guilt and innocence quickly become irrelevant. For the stern and studly, authoritarian, twink disciplinarian, any importance of red-handedness is "over-paddled" by Logan's beet-red and busted little booty, and it becomes clear that he doesn't need to be caught in the act, to have it taken out of his ass.