The same "treatment facility" charged with punishing civilian criminals like Mark has secured a contract with the U.S. Army. To avoid prison, Private Dean Johnson, 20, has chosen physical punishment — 100 lashes, six hours crucified and other "administrative procedures" deemed appropriate. He reports prepared for punishment, shaved head to toe and wearing a gauze loincloth under his fatigues. He has no idea how much he will suffer. Next week: Lashes.

"Silence!" the man screams. "Take it like a man, private." Dean has been sentenced to 100 lashes. The first lashes strike Dean's chest and stomach, then his back, then his ass. The beating rips the gauze loincloth off. Then the whip strikes Dean's dick. Oh god. The boy takes a full 180 lashes. Next week: The cross.

Dean is collapsed on the floor. Deep grooves are cut into his wrists. His body is covered in red welts. He aches everywhere. His mind is a cloud of pain and fear. And it's only going to get worse. "Stand up, solider!" the man barks. "Are you ready to be crucified?" Dean hesitates but his expression says it all: sheer terror but complete resignation. "Yes, sir," he replies, then he lies down on the cross. Next week: The dance.

Dean's scourging was pure hell, but it was over in an hour. Now, bound to a wooden cross, he shakes in fear, knowing he is about to endure six hours of unending torture. Six hours! As the winch lifts the cross, he feels the weight on his arms and legs. Within minutes he is in pain as his muscles try to cope with 175 pounds pulling on each arm. Within a half hour he's in agony, and nothing will make it stop. Next week: Much, much worse.

As Dean enters his second hour on the cross, every muscle in his lean body screams in agony. His attempts to find a less stressful position are futile. The worst agony comes when his legs give out and each arm and shoulder must bare his full body weight, so he must shift his weight back to his legs. The cycle repeats hundreds of times over the next five hours. Next week: Bend over.

Our young soldier spends another night chained in the dungeon, his wrists and ankles bound to a steel cross behind his back. He is hung in mid-air for an hour while his next torture is readied. He sees the horsewhip, a single, braided length of leather that he knows will rip into his body. The pain is almost unbearable, but Dean takes it like a man. "Fuck you, sir!" he blurts out. Big mistake. Next week: High pain, hard dick.

Our soldier boy is going to pay dearly for his cocky attitude. He expects 15 more lashes on his back. He gets 50. When his whipping is complete, Dean collapses in a state of near shock. "Are you still a man, boy?" the man backs. "Yes, sir," Dean mumbles. "Then let's see some cum!," says the man. Despite his pain and exhaustion, Dean delivers a huge load. His reward: Being chained up again, for a whole new round of torture. Next week: New victim.