A young American sailor is dressed commando-style: baggy pants, no underwear, sleeveless shirt. His interrogator, who speaks perfect English, undresses the young officer with his eyes. The kid is lean, with muscular arms and shoulders, clearly no older than 21. His uniform says his rank is Ensign and his last name is Summer, but we know nothing else about him or his mission. He is defiant and strong, but his boyish face shows a hint of fear. Next week: We will break you, boy.

Our young navy officer is a fine specimen, a classic All American Boy: lean and fit, competent, proud, even a bit cocky. A good, hard whipping has failed to break his spirit, so he is left alone overnight bolted to a wall in a cold, lonely cell. In the morning he is awakened with a bucket of ice-cold water and an even worse beating. He is utterly humiliated when his wet fatigues finally slip off his slender hips, revealing a plump little dick. Still deviant, he begins to break when the steal clips dig into his nipples. Next week: Electro-torture.

Our young hero is dragged across the floor of the torture chamber and chained to the wall. A few hours later he is whipped. Summer twists and turns trying to avoid the blows. Soon his back and ass are as red and covered with welts as his chest and stomach. Later the beaten boy is fastened to a chain on the floor, feet in the air. "Oh, God, why is he attaching cables to my ankles?" Next week: Upside down.

Ensign Summer has entered the second phase of his interrogation: long-term torture designed to break him physically and mentally. Wrists chained to the floor, he is hoisted upside down, his long, lean muscles and joints stretched by the weight of his own body. The strain is evident by his sucked-in stomach, bulging ribs and rope-like muscles. After several hours, our moaning sailor boy is finally cut down and left alone. Next week: Racked standing.

Summer is stretched out, chained to the floor in a cold, damp room. He has no idea whether its day or night. He can grab only bits of sleep. He aches everywhere and no matter how he struggles he can't find a comfortable position. Suddenly a new guard appears and begins fondling and gently stroking the beautiful young man. This overtly sexual tenderness humiliates Summer even more than the whip. But the pain is hardly over. Next week: Cock and ball torture.

Ensign Summer's long-term torture continues, his body nearly split in two hanging against a wood platform. We place hard plastic clamps on his abs, then rip them off. Then we let gravity take over. After a couple hours, he's screaming in agony but still fighting. A few hours more and his muscles shake uncontrollably. After eight hours he's semi-conscious, his legs spreading even wider under his weight. Next week: A new stud to break.