Heath is one of those pretty boys who’s gotten a big head and needs to be taken down a peg or two – and Jared is just the man to do it. Jared drags Heath into the dungeon by a steel collar and padlocks him to the wall. “Do you know why you are here?” Jared’s master asks Heath, who is barefoot but otherwise fully clothed. “No! I haven’t done anything!” he replies. “Silence!” the man interjects, cutting Heath off in midsentence. “We aren’t here to judge you; we are here to punish you.” He then describes everything Heath will experience: electro-torture, whipping and crucifixion. The boy looks at him with utter shock and disbelief. “Remove his shirt, Jared,” the man deadpans. And it begins. Next week: Cock shock.

Heath has no idea what is going on or who these men are who are hurting him. All he knows is his body feels like it is on fire whenever the electric wand touches his bare skin. “Shock his dick, Jared,” the older man in charge suddenly announces. “Oh God!” Heath thinks, terrified of what that thing will feel like on his cock. He’s not even sure their motivation is sexual – until Jared responds to the man’s order by shoving his hand into Heath’s briefs and playing with his cock. “Fuck!” he thinks, “These guys are getting off on this!” Heath is one of those pretty boys who can’t help but be cocky, who wrinkles his nose at the average guys at the bar who smile at him or let their eyes linger on his gym body. But this Jared isn’t satisfied with just looking – or even just fondling. He wants to make this boy suffer. Next week: The flogger.

Jared uncuffs Heath’s right wrist from the wall – giving the muscle boy a brief second of hope that he is about to be freed, but that isn’t going to happen, not for a very long time. Instead, Jared bolts Heath’s wrists at eye level, displaying the little stud’s nakedness in an even more vulnerable – and sexy – way. It’s now time for Jared’s master to have some fun. The older man lays into Heath’s lean torso with the flogger – letting the whip’s leather strands occasionally “stray” and smash into Heath’s cock and balls. Heath screams and moans, thrashing as much as he can against the wall, as his body reddens and develops a sexy sheen of sweat. Next week: What an ass.

“Flip him around, Jared,” the man in charge orders. Jared unbolts muscle pup Heath from the wall and makes him twist around inside the throat collar. Heath’s wrists are re-bolted to the wall, his feet are shackled with police cuffs, then his last bit of dignity – his cotton briefs – are ripped from his body, revealing a fine ass. “Zap his back and ass, Jared. Get him ready for the single-tail!” the man says. Jared spends the next hour “tenderizing” Heath’s back and ass with the violet wand, making the boy’s beautiful muscles tremble under his flawless skin. After an hour, Heath is almost dull to the pain – until Jared shovels the wand into his ass crack. And little does Heath know: This is all prelude. The real pain – the single-tail whip – is next. Next week: Cut with leather.

Heath has one of those perfect muscle twink bodies: lean and fit, young and firm, with flawless skin and just the right proportions. His beauty calls out for the whip; that naked flesh must be marked. Heath is trembling, half from the residual effects of the violet wand and half from fear. Suddenly, the whip strikes. The pain is immediate – and lingers, like a knife cut. The lashes keep on coming, covering his beautiful back and ass with deep, red stripes. Heath screams and moans – and then it’s over. Well, he thinks it’s over. Instead, it’s time to zap his wounds with that same violet wand. Next time: Bolted to the cross.

Jared drags Heath by his steel collar into a new part of the dungeon and pushes him down onto a wooden cross. “Spread your arms – wider!” Jared screams at the stunned boy, bolting his wrists and ankles to the wood with leather straps. “I am going to crucify you, boy, but first I have a surprise for you,” Jared announces with a sneer, leaving the room. Heath looks amazing spread-eagled on the floor, bolted to the wood, breathing heavy with fear, waiting for his “surprise” but having no idea what it is. Jared returns moments later – with a raging hard on. “Suck it, boy!” Jared demands, raising Heath up from the floor just high enough so his mouth can be easily fucked. Heath will be crucified covered with cum. Next week: Crucified!

10 hours on the cross! Just think about that: 10 hours of constant agony, your own body weight slowly pulling you apart. Only the fittest athletes can endure such an ordeal. Heath is the perfect such athlete: His compact, super-lean body is very strong but lightweight. He will do better than most – until we add a twist: Jared appears, naked, still dripping cum after busting a big load all over Heath’s torso before raising him up. “Show me some cum, boy, and maybe I’ll cut you down sooner,” Jared announces, working the crucified boy’s cock. Heath’s cock stiffens but he is under too much strain to get hard and ejaculate. “Too bad for you, boy,” Jared announces. “Now you’ll hang for 12 hours.” 12 hours! Next week: Agony.

After his 12 hours on the cross, Heath is allowed to “rest” strapped on his back to the horizontal X-cross – his bed for the night. The next day, the man in charge orders Jared to check Heath’s pulse. Sure enough, the young man is strong enough to have recovered from the horror of the cross. Now his torture continues – with two particularly painful sessions of whipping. The bottom of his feet are beaten with the crop, sending him into spasms of pain. Then his beautiful chest and stomach are lashed with the single-tail. Good morning, boy. Next week: On his stomach.

Heath is flipped over onto his stomach and padlocked. Naked and completely vulnerable, his chest, stomach and feet still burning from the whip, Heath hugs the X-cross he’s bound to, such a beautiful boy, every inch of his young body sculpted, like a living statue. Now the older man himself has the crop. Smack! The crop hits the soles of Heith’s feet, again. The pain is even greater under the lash of the older, crueler man. Heath thrashes and flexes as the cropping of his super-sensitive soles continues. Then the single-tail whip comes crashing down onto his shoulders. The lashing continues until his muscular back and ass are crisscrossed with brutal scars. This poor, helpless boy, tortured for no other reason than being a beauty. Next week: New young meat.