Keith is a handsome 21-year-old boy who, after putting on some muscle, has gotten arrogant, refusing sexual favors to his master, an older man who pays for his every need. His master has warned him but Keith has just laughed. He’s not laughing anymore. Per his contract with his master, Keith is sent to be retrained. He knows it is for his own good. When the blackout hood covering his head is removed, a large man is looming over him. “Who the fuck are you?” Keith asks, blinking in the bright light. “I’m the man who is going to teach you to be a good slave boy,” the man replies. Next week: Violet wand.

You can tell Keith has been working out. His naturally lean body sports some impressive muscle, from firm pecs, bulging arms and an impressive six pack to a hard ass and muscular legs. His flawless skin is so white is almost glistens – and turns bright red when whipped. We love how his body responds to pain. We roll the violet wand up and down his abs, making them dance. We zap his nipples. We rip-off those skintight jeans and whip his super-sensitive inner thighs. This is gonna be fun. Next week: More torture, perfect ass.

Keith looks absolutely amazing spread-eagled on the bondage table, his undies bunched around his cock, showing of his long, lean waist, ripped torso and shapely legs. He looks so damn good as we torture him, muscles flexing and unflexing, abs sucked-in hard to avoid the electricity. Then we flip him over to find a perfect ass, firm and high, two rock-hard globes of porcelain flesh. Next week: Torturing that ass.

We make Keith offer up his lovely ass as a sign of submission, a way of saying “whip my ass; I’m yours.” We use the riding crop on those solid, white globes of muscle for a good half hour. We want to see those muscles dance, so we get out the violet wand and shock every square inch of his back and ass, even sending shocks of electricity down his asshole. Now it’s time to stretch him and whip those feet. Next week: Cums on command.

Keith has been stretched on the rack for hours, in agony, when his new master and his young assistant return. “I think you need a couple more cranks,” the older man says with a smirk. “No!” Keith sputters as his body is stretched even harder – and the man keeps turning the crank. He loves making this beautiful slave suffer. Later, Keith sits on the dungeon floor, his right hand cuffed to his cock. He is ordered to cum. “And it better be good,” the man says. Keith does not disappoint. Next week: Single-tail, front.

His abs still coated with his own cum, Keith is fastened to the wooden whipping frame, his legs pulled back, his arm bent around a horizontal brace that holds his wrists in place and forces him to arch his back and remain upright. He knows the single-tail whip is going to hurt bad, but he is willing to take the pain. Soon his beautiful, flawless skin, from his cock to his shoulders, is covered with a dozen or more angry, red welts. Next week: The art of pain.

Keith stands against the wooden whipping frame, moaning in agony, his full chest and lean stomach covered with lash marks. The whipping resumes, this time from his left side, creating a crisscross of additional lash marks on top of the ones he already has. He looks amazing, chest heaving, abs clenching, muscles highlighted by the marks. Then he smells the alcohol –- and knows he is in for a whole new level of suffering. He will take it like a man. He knows he must please his master. Next week: Single-tail, back.

After the brutal bullwhipping of his chest and abs, Keith is allowed to rest briefly in his cell. He sits alone, naked, looking at the horrible scars on his torso, knowing that in moments he will suffer an even worse whipping of his back. Then a shadow appears in his doorway. It is time. The young whip master drags him back to the torture chamber and places him in the pillory, this time with his back and ass exposed, ready for the bullwhip. The first lash – right across his ass cheeks – is harder than ever, and it only gets worse. Next week: Liquid fire.

We thought we were done whipping Keith but he is so hot good sadists like us can’t stop hurting him. Jared lays on several extra-hard final blows before misting Keith’s back and ass wounds with alcohol, making him buckle and scream. Now it’s time to fuck his brains out. He can’t believe it when the two men torturing him lower the brace holding his wrists and neck, forcing his ass up lewdly. Then Jared shows him the huge dildo that will be rammed up his ass. Next week: Rammed up his ass.

We saved the best for last: Time for Keith to ride the fuck cross. He is crucified, arms spread, legs bent, every muscle straining against the unforgiving wood. The only thing he can do to reduce the incredible stress on his body is sit on the fat, hard dildo jutting out of the cross. It’s his choice: brutally fuck himself – and we mean brutally – or continue to suffer the full effects of crucifixion. He finally succumbs, screaming as the phallus penetrates him. Maybe now he has learned his lesson.