We spot Tyson at a popular club on under-21 night. He's the hottest boy in the place, with beautiful pecs stretching his tight shirt and a high, firm ass holding up baggy, ripped jeans. We get him to the parking lot with a promise of free vodka. The "roofie" is just strong enough to daze him so we can slip on cuffs and a blindfold and shove him into the SUV. By the time we get home, his fight is back. But not for long. Next week: Pec torture.

Tyson is completely blind; he never knows when or where the whip will strike again. The pain is intense; the fear of the unknown even worse. "Who are you? Why are you doing this?" he asks when the tape is ripped from his mouth. The steel collar chokes him and makes it very hard to move as the whip continues to pummel his body. "Why? Why?" the boy asks over and over as the man removes his briefs and pins his nipples. Next week: More pec torture.

A few hours ago, Tyson was the hottest guy at the hottest club in town, a young man without a care in the world but having a good time. Now he's naked, bound and blindfolded, the plaything of a complete stranger who gets pleasure giving him pain. The whipping was bad, real bad, but now Tyson's pecs throb in agony, covered with two layers of clothespins. His dick is next. Next week: Back to the wall.

Tyson learns the only thing worse than the pain of clothespins biting into his flesh is the pain of tearing them off. The kidnapped boy chokes himself as he shakes in agony, so much so that by the time he's cut down he collapses, utterly exhausted. He's easily lifted and cuffed to a wall, where he must remove the hard-plastic clamps from his dick, causing even greater agony. Then he hears the buzz of the electric-wand. Next week: Extreme electro-torture.

Tyson has been standing, his neck and wrists chained to a wall, for hours. His V-shaped torso glistens with sweat, highlighting every curve and crevice — until we literally whip the sweat off him. The flogger pounds him over and over until his caramel-colored skin gets a strong red undertone. He finally passes out, hanging from his cuffed neck, his abs still rock-hard, his dick plump and inviting, his face strained yet beautiful. Next week: Bring back Darrel?