When a wealthy fan offers a substantial sum to torture Noah Evans in our dungeon we agree, with one caveat: You can use the boy’s body anyway you choose, inflecting as much pain as you want, but you can’t cause permanent damage. He agrees. We send the fan current photos of Noah, now with body hair, and ask if he wants the boy shaved or natural. The man loves Noah’s body hair, the way his nipples pop through his chest hair and how his abs are visible under the dusting of hair on his stomach. He asks only that we trim the boy’s armpits, saying it enhances the appeal of a well-built torso under torture. God how Noah screams and begs as his naked, whipped body is stretched just past its breaking point.

Young Noah passes out after what seems like hours being stretched on his back. He regains consciousness, still spread-eagled on his back, but now, in addition to the blindfold over his eyes, a ball-gag has been shoved in his mouth. He can’t see the man in black standing only feet away admiring his body, lit to highlight his lean muscles. Suddenly, the top of the table rises from the ground! Noah, terrified, hangs from his wrists on an incline, his athletic body stretched by his own weight. Then a leather flogger hits his flesh. It feels like he is being punched and slashed at the same time. Noah screams through his gag, writhing in agony, never knowing when or where the whip will strike next. The man in black loves every minute.

Naked and helpless, pretty boy Noah Evans drifts in and out of consciousness only to find himself in a different stress position every time he wakes up. He is now flat on his back, arms chained over his head, ankles spread. His abs flutter under their light covering of hair. He sees the device between his legs: a rigged dildo attached to a piston – a fuck machine, pointed right at his asshole! He moans in terror, looking around the dark room. Suddenly he feels his legs being lifted, spreading his cheeks. The man in black walks out of the shadows and pushes the dildo up close. “Why are you doing this?” Noah pleads. The man flips a switch. Noah screams, throwing his head back. It’s like being fucked by a jack hammer. And it doesn’t stop for hours.

Noah has been flat on his back, arms over head, legs lifted and spread wide, for hours –fucked by a machine the whole time. The man in black remains in the shadows, enjoying the show. He releases Noah’s left arm, tossing it on his stomach. Noah, his asshole in agony from the non-stop fucking, takes the hint and works his cock, hoping that if he cums the man will stop the nonstop fucking. Noah, moaning and contorting his muscular body, pumps out a huge load of cum. His reward? He’s fucked for another hour then flipped onto his stomach, ass up in the air, and flogged. Noah is pissed, screaming at the man, “Why are you doing this?” But the whipping just intensifies.

“Bitch!” Noah screams at the young man whipping him, his fear and frustration growing in equal measure. The pain is so intense Noah is losing his mind, switching between anger and whimpering submission. The man in black has positioned a wood block under Noah’s midsection, stretching his asshole and forcing his ass up in the air, making it that much more painful to beat from all angles. Noah’s back and ass are bright red from the steady, hard whipping with a suede flogger. The man switches to a finished leather flogger that delivers sharper, even more painful blows – and hits Noah harder. The slave is nearly delirious with pain, gasping, his athletic body shuttering. When the man finally steps back, Noah gasps then sobs silently. “Please…” he begs but the flogging starts again.