Luca, 23, is an extremely beautiful young man from Milan with the charm, sense of fashion and social grace that make him just the sort of boy a rich man would love to have on his arm at the opera or an art opening. Luca travels to Minneapolis to meet a wealthy client, but little does he know the beautiful young man meeting him at the airport is actually Jared, the representative of a very different kind of man, a man who doesn’t want arm candy but a torture slave. “Do you know why you’re here, boy?” Jared asks Luca, as the young Italian awakes, strapped to a table. “No!” Luca replies, adding something in Italian about this being some kind of a misunderstanding. Like it matters. “You are here to suffer!” Jared barks with a sneer. We start whipping the soles of his feet, then his inner thighs, then his nipples and abs, slowly undressing his amazing body and smacking each new bit of exposed skin with the crop.

It is starting to sink into Luca’s rather empty head that he is indeed helpless and doomed to suffer whatever tortures and sexual humiliations this man wishes to inflict on him. The man, Jared, removes the rest of Luca’s jeans and strokes his cock under his sexy bikini briefs. Then the pain returns. Jared rings Luca’s pecs with dozens of biting clothespins, then clips even more to his nipples and navel, then does the same to his cock and balls! Hours later, Luca’s right arm is released and he’s allowed to remove the pins – not knowing that taking them off is even more painful, as the blood comes rushing back into the wounds. Next week: Jerk it boy!

Poor, tortured Luca’s pecs, navel, cock and balls still throb from the clothespins. He is a lovely piece of ass who is well accustomed to performing sexually for a more dominant man. Usually, Luca has no problem jerking off on command, but now he is terrified and confused. He tries desperately to cum for the man torturing him, but he just can’t do it. Luca knows his punishment will be harsh – but he has no idea how harsh. He has never been electro-tortured before, let alone had thousands of volts sent surging through his body. “What are you doing,” he blurts out, a look of sheer terror on his beautiful face, as Jared attaches electrodes to his wrist and ankle cuffs, which are just tight enough to ensure contact with his skin.

Luca is a very expensive and very beautiful call-boy, but he never allows himself to be fucked. His clients can suck his cock, but no one has ever penetrated his ass. That is about to change. Jared shoves his ring finger deep into Luca’s ass, making him scream in shock. Then he brutally fucks the stud with a rigid, barely greased dildo, sending Luca into spasms of pain. Then Jared increases the voltage surging into the electrodes attached to Luca’s ankle and wrist by 50% and shocks the boy repeatedly. Later, Jared moves the wrist electrode to Luca’s neck and literally zaps him into a state of shock. Luca is fucked and tortured without mercy. Next week: Flipped over.

Luca lies half-asleep on his stomach, his naked body spread-eagled to the corners of the torture table, his firm ass trembling in anticipation. “Time to wake up, Luca!” Jared says, slapping the boy’s face. Then Jared really lays into Luca’s ass with the whip, turning it bright red and sending the boy into spasms of pain. ”Why do you do this to me,” the boy says in broken English, but Jared is just getting started. He rings Luca’s luscious ass with dozens of nasty clothespins, then whips his ass – and his feet! An hour later, Jared pulls the pins off, causing even more pain. “Oh, no, not again,” Luka says when he sees the hard-rubber dildo on a spike. This time the fucking is even more brutal – combined with simultaneous whipping.

Luca wakes the next morning in the same room, still naked, but now he is stretched out and chained on a long, wooden platform. After a few minutes he realizes: it’s a rack! He’s alone for hours until Jared returns. “You ready for round two, Luca?” Jared asks. “I want you to get hard for me,” the young master adds, stroking the boy’s uncut cock. Luca tries to concentrate, tries to make himself get hard – and he’s somewhat successful, doubling his cock in size. He wants to please this man and avoid further pain. But Jared isn’t pleased – he wants an instant, raging hard-on – so he cranks the rack, stretching Luca’s lean, hairless body painfully, if only moderately. “Why? Why?” Luca cries. Then Jared returns – with the single-tail whip. Luca’s new day of pain has just begun. Next week: A real stretch.

Luca’s incredible beauty, until now, has been a great advantage, his ticket to success. He walks the runways of Milan. He spends Christmas in the Swiss Alps. He visits the finest hotels in the world, on the arms of rich men or women who love his chiseled body, gleaming teeth and easy charm. Sure, occasionally he allows his body to be the plaything of these rich clients, consenting to having his dick sucked and his ass and abs stroked. Everything was perfect. But now his beauty is the cause of nothing but misery and pain. Some men have captured him and his young, beautiful body is stretched on the rack and whipped with the single-tail. His screams and moans do nothing but encourage them to hurt him even more. Next week: Back and juicy ass meet the single-tail.

Luca now stands in the dungeon, his ankles spread by a steel bar, his wrists chained to the walls on either side of him. He is completely naked, as he has been for days, displayed like a piece of meat. He struggles against his chains, bellowing “Fuck!” in frustration. Jared enters with an extra-wide steel collar, which he uses to chain his boy to the ceiling, keeping him upright, unable to bend over or sit down. Luca soon understands why: Jared is going to whip his back and ass with the four-foot, single tail bullwhip! Jared whips the boy, smacks him with his open hand, and sprays the deep welts with alcohol, sending Luca into spasms of agony. Jared then switches to a seven-foot bullwhip, which he snaps with a flick of the wrist, not so much slicing the skin, like the shorter version, but “licking” the existing wounds. Then he switches back to the short whip before pounding the boy’s abs with his fists. Next week: To the cross.

Luca is terrified, lying on his back on the floor, bound to a wooden cross with leather straps. “Why?” he moans in broken English. But he knows why: These men are torturing him because of his beauty, not to punish him for any crime, but because they are sexually aroused by watching his fit, young body pulled apart in agony. It takes less than a minute for the electric winch to lift him into place and only a minute longer for Luca to realize the power of the cross. He spent his childhood in a church looking up at a muscular, young Jesus suffering on a cross. He always thought the pain was due to the nails, but now he knows the real agony of crucifixion: His own body’s weight pulling on every tendon, joint and muscle. He fights the agony at first, but soon succumbs, moaning in nonstop anguish. Next week: Crucified, then cums.