Last week, 18-year-old Colby, a star wrestler at Ronald Reagan High School, was caught stealing $50 from his principal's office to help his unemployed father. The year is 2020 and America is a very different place: Even minor crimes result in harsh prison sentences. Or young offenders like Colby can choose to avoid prison by submitting to torture. Colby, shaking with fear in front of a judge, has no choice. His family needs him. He must submit. Next week: Tortured pecs and cock.

Bolted to a wall, naked, still shaking in fear, Colby gasps as the sadistic guard places a few clothespins on the underside of his left pec. Clothespins? Minutes later, his muscular chest throbs in agony, as three-dozen pins — including six on his nipples — bite into it. His suffering doubles when his sides are lined with another two-dozen pins. Then the guard attacks his dick — putting one pin right on the tip — and Colby becomes nearly hysterical. Next week: Removal is even worse.

Left for hours alone, bolted to a concrete wall, his pecs, sides and cock throbbing in pain as dozens of clothespins bite into them, cutting off blood flow while agonizing nerve endings, Colby whimpers helplessly, knowing that worse — much worse — tortures are in store for him. "Thank you," he mutters when the guard returns to remove the pins. Little does he know that removing the pins will be even more painful than keeping them on. Next week: Inverted whipping.

Colby lies naked in a cold dungeon, waiting for his next punishment. Soon, he finds himself hanging upside down, his fingers just grazing the floor beneath him. The muscular guard strokes his body, then flogs him — on his chest, his stomach, his ass — even his cock! The blows come slow, then fast. The pain — and not knowing where he will be whipped next — is unbelievable. He is helpless, totally alone and can do nothing but suffer. Next week: Racked and whipped.

Beautiful, young Colby is spreadeagled on the torture table. He is clearly terrified but still has some fight in him, even as the guard twists his nipples and plays with his genitals. Then he hears the "click, click" of the winch and feels himself being pulled tight. His worst fear becomes reality as his spine and joints begin to stretch, causing extreme pain. And then the whip hits him. Next week: Electricity.

Stretched tight, his nerves still jangling with electricity, Colby looks around in fear, gasping, worried about what's next. It takes awhile for him to understand why the guard is placing lit candles in small glass jars around his body. "Oh, God, don't burn me!" he blurts out when he finally realizes what's happening. The first drip is bad, but not unbearable. The second, with more time to heat up, is worse. The third — and everyone after — is sheer hell. Next week: Single-tail whip.

Young Colby has spent an entire night stretched taut on the hard table, unable to move, let alone sleep. Finally, the young guard returns and rubs the wax off Colby's body, pulling out hundreds of little hairs, making him scream with pain. Then he whips off the remaining wax with a flogger! Now it's time for the single-tail whip. The first blow is just a "light" test — and it hurts like hell. Then the real whipping begins — and Colby can't believe the pain. Next week: Jared submits.