Many of you have asked when cocky, arrogant Jared will be punished. The time has come. He has, once again, gone too far, scarring and damaging beautiful, young Noah to the point that he will need weeks of recovery – and will not be able to be sold to one of our favorite boy-collectors who had expressed interest in buying the boy, but now says he doesn’t want “damaged goods.” So, today, Jared sits naked on a small torture table, cocky as ever. We are going to do more than torture him. We are going to torture his balls. Do not do this at home. Jared is a special man with an extremely high pain tolerance. Next week: Yes, it can get worse.

Jared is an extraordinary specimen, muscle from head to toe, with barely 5% body fat, lithe, like a long-distance runner. His beautiful body is bent backward, chained to a torture table. Forty pounds of steel weight has been attached to a tight Velcro strap wrapped around the base of his ball sack. The pain is unbearable, even for Jared, who has endured all that weight ripping at his balls for an hour. “We are just getting started with you, Jared,” his master announces, attaching jumper cables to his ankle and to the chain attached to his wrists. The stud is repeatedly shocked – even as his balls are nearly ripped off. We have never made anyone suffer this badly – until now. Next week: The rack.

After hours on his back, his balls stretched almost to the ripping point, with electric current running through his lean body for minutes at a time, Jared is now laid on the rack, facedown, his beautiful ass and back vulnerable and ready for the whip. He knows he will be brutally flogged. He knows he will be stretched to his breaking point. What he doesn’t know is that he will be whipped and stretched at the same time – and then left in total agony overnight. Next week: Sliced with the single-tail while stretched to the max.

Jared has been left stretched on the rack, alone, for hours – he doesn’t know precisely how long – when his master returns. The pain from being racked so hard for so long is clear on Jared's face, but his master turns the crank even harder. Then he bullwhips Jared mercilessly while the stud is stretched so hard every muscle in is body is visible and his abs are almost lifted off the wood. Midway through the whipping, he switches to a short, thicker single-tail – Jared’s favorite because it is so brutal – and continues the beating. Then, before he leaves, with Jared’s back and ass cut to ribbons, glistening with sweat, he cranks the rack even harder. No one suffers like Jared. Next week: Flipped over and racked again.

After two full days being tortured, without sleep, Jared's amazingly fit body is scarred and exhausted to the point of utter collapse. His master offers him a deal: If he can cum after all that, he’ll be released. If not, he’ll spend another eight hours stretched on the rack. Within minutes, the young stud is rock hard, wanting desperately to please his master. Minutes later his cock explodes, spewing cum all over his abs. But, as Jared must have known, his master has no intention of sparing him. He is immediately racked again, on his back, his long, lean body stretched to its breaking point. Next week: Stretched abs sliced with single-tail.

Top man Jared, so used to being the guy with the whip, to giving others pain, lies moaning on the rack, his beautiful abs quivering, his long arms stretched and veiny, his hands turning blue. He doesn’t know how long he’s been stretched on his back in agony, but it’s been several hours. He hears footsteps and looks over. It’s his master! He has a flash of hope, but then sees what’s in his master’s hand, the short, braided bullwhip, the most painful by far. “No, Jared, I am not here to loosen your bonds,” the man says, then cranks the rack even tighter. Jared screams as his spine stretches. Then the whip comes crashing down onto his lean, stretched torso. No one, and we mean no one, suffers like Jared. Next week: A new, white whip.

“Time to ride the dildo, stud!” Jared’s master announces, placing a steel pole with a tapered, rigid, massive dildo affixed to it, pointing right at Jared’s moist asshole. Jared has been standing, spread-eagled, for hours, his legs spread painfully wide, his arms flared out. If he steps off the boxes, he is stretched so hard he can barely breathe and his shoulders feel like they will explode, but staying spread-eagled is exhausting too. He knows he must penetrate himself with the dildo to get any relief for his arms and legs. And, maybe, his master will stop whipping him so hard. So he fucks himself on the thing. The pain of being fucked in that position is unbearable – and his master continues to pull the boxes apart, so the agony of being stretched actually worsens, as he sinks deeper on the fuck-pole. And the whipping gets worse. Jared was born to suffer. Next week: A brand new muscle stud.