Four years ago, 20-year-old Thomas was brutally tortured then thrown in prison for a “reduced” sentence of one year. Ever since, the once promising young man has been on a downward path that has led him back to the same torture chamber and the same cruel man who tortured him four years ago. The man is very pleased when he sees Thomas, still muscular and beautiful at 24, strapped to a horizontal X-cross, naked but for the tight briefs that barely hide his massive cock and balls. He has been sentenced to two-hours of non-stop beating. The man will punch, flog, whip and pummel him in any way he pleases. Then Thomas will be subjected to his greatest nightmare: crucifixion, a torture that nearly destroyed him four years ago. Next week: A long, steel rod.

Thomas is now spread-eagled naked on the X-cross, his stomach and chest bright red from a long whipping. “Time for you to take over, Jared. Get the steel pipe,” the man in charge says in a deep, terrifying voice. A young man in black pants and boots, his shirtless torso rippling with muscle, approaches Thomas, carrying a long, steel rod encased in hard rubber in one hand and stroking the prone boy’s torso and cock with the other. Then the steel bar comes crashing down on his abs, sending Thomas into spasms of pain. The man in charge is so turned on he reaches over and strokes Thomas’ s huge cock as Jared beats him. When the beating is finally over, the man does something totally illegal – crushing Thomas’s beautiful cock and balls with two spring-loaded glue clamps while he and Jared take a two-hour coffee break.

Thomas is up on his feet now, wrists cuffed behind his back to a steel chain hanging from the ceiling. His neck is bolted to the chain by a steel collar, keeping him fully upright. A steel spreader bar separates his ankles, with his huge cock, also cuffed to the chain, dangling between his legs. He doesn’t know it yet, but he is a human punching bag – and prison guard Jared is about to get a very good workout on him. Jared comes in shirtless – he means business – his hands covered with hard rubber gloves, not boxing gloves that are meant to soften a blow, but rock-hard punching gloves meant to increase the impact of each punch. Thomas shakes his head in disbelief. “I have one instruction for you Jared,” the man says: “No mercy.” Jared is very good at following instructions. Next week: Whipped, readied for the cross.

Thomas lays passively on the cross from which he will hang for eight full hours in constant, unrelenting pain. He was crucified on this very cross four years ago and the horror of its simple power has haunted him ever since. He seems strangely calm but in reality he is paralyzed by fear and dread as the man torturing him announces “Prepare the prisoner for crucifixion.” Jared straps his wrists and ankles to the wood. Then the electric winch whirls into action and in less than a minute Thomas is hanging. The pain begins immediately. Next week: Pulled apart.

Thomas’s lean, muscular body looks so good up on the cross, stretched taut. All that’s needed for him to be the perfect specimen of pain is seeing that huge cock get erect while he suffers. “Get hard!” the man screams at the crucified boy as Jared works his cock. Thomas manages to get erect, even as the horrible pain of the cross sinks into every one of his muscles. Then the man raises the stakes even higher: “You better cum, boy, or I’m adding two hours to your sentence!” he says with a sneer. Terrified of having to suffer even longer, Thomas tries desperately to make his fat cock perform, but the pain and humiliation is just too great. His failure costs him dearly: He will now have to spend 10 hours, not 8, bolted to the cross, glistening with sweat, in total agony. Next week: The cross always wins.

Thomas’s worst enemy is time: Each hour of his ten-hour sentence drags on slower and slower, as his powerful, young body gradually weakens, stretched to its breaking point by his own weight. Even after eight hours on the cross, Thomas can still lift himself up and relieve some of the terrible stain on his torso and bring in a few full breaths of air. But the agony is unrelenting and never-ending. His perfectly smooth, beautiful body looks even better as it stretches out, every muscle bulging and quivering, his skin covered in sweat. He prays to pass out from the pain, but he doesn’t. All he can do is suffer. And wait. Next week: Cock electrodes.

After spending 10 hours on the cross, young Thomas is allowed a few hours “rest”, collapsed on the cold floor naked. In addition to crucifixion, Thomas has also been sentenced to a long, brutal whipping, which should begin now. Even though he is barely conscious, Thomas is hauled up by his wrists, his ankles cuffed. But he’s not fully awake. So, before beginning the whipping, the sadist in charge of Thomas’s sentence orders a little “off-the-books” torture. Thomas will have 1,000, then 2,000, then 3,000 volts of current sent surging into his cock and balls over and over. Next week: Whipping.

Thomas was not sentenced to electro-torture. As a matter of fact, hooking jumper cables to a steel ring around his cock and balls and surging 3,000 volts into his body is totally illegal. But who cares? Thomas is alone and helpless in a dark dungeon, without a friend in the world. We continue to shock him ready for the whip. Jared tears into him with the flogger. But, of course, it gets worse: Soon we are whipping – and shocking him – at the same time!