“Enter!” the judge bellows. A slim blonde boy, Ian Levine, opens the door and shuffles into the dungeon. He is 22 but looks much younger. A Mormon from Utah, he killed a man while driving drunk after just a few drinks, the first he ever had. Now, to avoid a 20-year prison sentence, he has reported to our facility to be torture. He is ordered to strip naked and prove he is “man enough” to endure two solid days of pain by showing off his athletic body and getting his dick hard. He complies, shaking in fear and humiliation. The judge then describes in graphic detail everything that will be done to him: a brutal flogging followed by a ten-hour crucifixion, then a series of brutal lashings with a single-tail whip, followed by hours of electro-torture that will leave him a “twitching mass of muscle.” The poor kid has no choice. Like so many boys before him, he provides his “final consent” with a signature. Then the flogging begins.

Ian Levine is a classic Utah Mormon boy: blonde, blue-eyed, polite and innocent. He’s well-built but not overly muscular and almost hairless, more like a teenager than a grown man. He is strung up in a dungeon in a far-away city, stripped naked, winched-up onto his toes. He must endure a full hour of nonstop whipping on his naked back and ass. Each blow is harder and more painful. The man whipping him strokes his cock and orders him to get hard but he can’t, so he whips him even harder. Then he smells the alcohol under his nose. When it hits his back it’s like fire. He screams and moans, but with a stoic resolve. Then more whipping and more liquid fire. The man pushes a button and he’s stretched even tauter. He can barely touch the ground. His young body shakes with pain. Will it ever end?

Ian can’t believe what is happening to him. He knew that as the first part of his punishment he’d be stripped naked and whipped, but he had no idea he’d also feel the intense pain of alcohol splashed on fresh wounds or be stretched up onto his toes and left in agony for hours. When he’s finally lowered to the ground, he collapses, whimpering. At least, he tells himself, the whipping is over. He’s wrong. His torture will be much, much worse than he imagined. He is immediately lifted up again – this time by the ankles, upside-down – and flogged even harder. Plus, he is brutally fucked while inverted: a massive, ridged dildo is shoved deep into his ass, between his spread legs. Then the whipping resumes – while he is penetrated! “You are mine,” Jared sneers. He clearly enjoys torture-fucking such an innocent beauty.

Ian is in agony and trying to focus on what is about to happen to him: He must endure a test of incredible physical endurance, hanging from a wood cross for eight hours.  The muscles in his arms, legs and torso will be constantly flexed and tense.  His tendons will be stretched, stressed to their limits.  The raw whip wounds on his back and ass will scrape against the wood.   On top of that, of dreading eight hours of hell, his tormentor, Jared, is fucking with him psychologically. “It took you a longtime to get hard for my master,” Jared tells the boy, then orders him to get hard and cum, with the threat of even worse torture hanging over his head if he fails.  Jared is totally turned on by the naked youth, his abs quivering in fear.  He can’t keep his hands of the boy’s smooth body and hard dick.  Ian finally busts a load of cum all over his abs, only to have Jared cum on him too.  Then the boy, dripping with cum and shaking with fear, is crucified.

Even though young Ian has the perfect body to endure crucifixion – strong but not heavily muscled, light-weight and long-limbed – the cross take a terrible toll, as his boyish body is pulled out of shape, his pecs stretched to the point of tearing, his navel twice it’s normal length, his gut sucked in, abs fluttering. The rivers of cum have long since dried on his hairless stomach, the last residue of a time when every muscle in his body wasn’t straining and aching and trembling in pain. And then it gets worse: Jared ropes Ian’s cock and balls and hangs a five-pound steal ball and chain from them, then a ten-pound weight, then ten more. Ian can only whimper and moan, naked, helpless, in constant pain, with many more hours to endure.

Poor Ian has never experienced such agony. After six hours on the cross, he is nearly delirious, moaning and gasping, his boyish, fit body shuttering with spasms of pain. If that weren’t bad enough, his penis is painfully stretched by heavy weights. After eight hours, Ian is in a state of shock, nearly unconscious. But his ordeal is far from over; if anything, it gets worse. Ian is bolted facedown to a torture table and given some rest. Jared then brutally lashes the boy’s back and ass with a braided, single-tail whip that leaves Ian’s flawless skin crisscrossed with ugly scars. The boy perches-up his bulbous ass as he’s whipped. Such a beautiful site: that perfect, creamy ass begging for the whip. Jared, always the sadist, kisses and licks the boy’s wounds, then goes back to whipping him.

The bullwhip continues to crash down onto Ian’s young, supine body. The blonde youth thrashes and flexes against his bonds, gasping and whimpering as Jared whips him then squeezes, licks and kisses the whip-wounds crisscrossing his back and ass, from his shoulder blades to his asshole. Just when Ian thinks things could not possibly be worse, Jared applies an electric wand to his wounds, tripling the pain. Jared loves watching Ian’s perfect ass jump up and down as he moans and shrieks. “Turn over!” Jared demands, after uncuffing Ian’s wrists and ankles. Ian complies, arching his back in pain as his limbs are stretched and recuffed to the corners of the torture table. His cock and balls are encased in a metal ring – foretelling future torture – then his nearly hairless chest and stomach are sliced over and over with the bullwhip. Seeing the look or pure fear, followed by pure agony, on Ian’s innocent face is almost as good as watching his young body squirm.

Young Ian has suffered all the tortures mandated by his sentence, but super-sadist Jared doesn’t give a shit; he is totally turned on by this beautiful, blonde twink gasping and squirming in total agony, his lean, young body sliced and marred, his eyes red with tears. Now the kid is simply Jared’s pain slave. “I’m going to fuck you,” Jared says, showing the kid a dildo the size of his forearm. Ian whimpers as Jared shoves the thing deep up his ass. Jared fucks the boy for a half-hour then replaces the dildo with a steel butt plug, attaching electrodes to it and the ring around Ian’s cock and balls. After a dozen shocks, the kid is almost delirious. “Do you want it to stop?” Jared asks with a sneer. “Yes, yes,” Ian replies. “Then show me this thing still works,” he says, pointing at the boy’s cock. Ian, totally exhausted and in great pain, somehow manages to pump-out another load of cum, his body jerking and shuttering. So sexy. But Jared lied; he turns up the voltage and continues shocking the boy until he can’t even moan, just shake like a rag doll.