What a body — broad shoulders and full chest tapering down to a narrow waist, hard abs punctuated by a deep navel, flawless skin. We simply must smack those erect nipples and taut muscles. We remove the hood. His face is as stunning as his torso — classic features, square jaw, doe eyes. "Why are you doing this to me? Why?" he asks, as we rip off the tape gag, his perfect teeth gleaming. Surely, such a boy must know he was made to suffer. Next week: On his back. Next week: On his back.

We are amazed at how flexible Darin's muscular body is as we spread his legs as wide apart as the bondage table allows. Then we tie his wrists at chest level, to show off his amazing abs. He looks like a bound angel, asleep and helpless. Ice water in his face wakes him up. "Why are you doing this? What did I ever do?" he blurts out, thinking there must be a reason we are hurting him. Soon he will know there is no reason, just his youth and beauty. Next week: Stretched.

We have always fantasized about grabbing the hottest college stud we could find and locking him in a torture chamber — as if we were a Tudor monarch. In our fantasy, we strip our random victim naked and admire his perfect body spread out helpless on a torture table. Then we stretch him to his breaking point, his tight abs sucked in, his lean muscles bulging in agony. Our fantasy is now reality. Next week: What an ass.

After spending the night moaning in pain, stretched nearly to his breaking point, Darin is too weak to resist as he's unhooked and flipped over, revealing one of the most beautiful asses we have ever seen. It's like white marble come to life, rock-hard, yet pliable, flexing and un-flexing. In minutes, Darin's ankles and wrists are again locked to the table, that amazing ass and muscular back ready for the whip. It's going to be a brutal beating. Next week: Electro-torture.

"What's that?" Darin asks, wide-eyed, when he hears the stuttering buzz of the electric wand. But he knows the answer; he knows the thing will electrocute him, but he has no idea how truly painful it will be. A simple touch makes his muscles dance in agony. Torturing such an amazingly beautiful boy is such a turn on we cannot stop. We slowly caress his body with the wand, reveling in his screams. Next week: Flipped over again.

We thought we were done with Darin but we just cannot stop electro-torturing that magnificent body. So we flip him over and spread his legs. His deep chest and small waist look amazing with his arms high over his head, stomach sucked in, pecs still bulging, cock totally vulnerable. We turn up the voltage and tease him with the sputtering wand before we make those abs and pecs dance. Next week: Cum, boy.

We keep the electric wand pulsating on Darin's chest until he literally passes out from the pain and constant convulsion of his body. A few hours later, he is jolted awake with an ice-cold splash, to find himself sitting, chained, in the corner of concrete cell. We tell him we'll let him go if he covers those beautiful abs with cum. "All I have to do is jerk off and you'll let me go?" he asks. "I'll do it!" We'll give you one guess on whether we actually let him go. Next week: Raised up.

Darin regains consciousness as he's hoisted off the floor. He's spread-out in a wide X when the whip comes crashing into his body. The beating is unrelenting, tearing into his abs, pecs, ass and back. Once he's striped red, the sting of the whip still fresh on his skin, he's cranked-up even higher, his legs widening as he's lifted onto the very tips of his toes, a mid-air crucifixion. This is his life now: constant suffering to satisfy the lust of strangers. Next week: Thomas returns.