Jared is being an entrepreneur again. He’s been offered a big payout if he can lure popular porn star Connor Halsted to his dungeon and torture him for days. When super-hunk Connor shows up he thinks he’s posing for a few “kink shots.” Instead, the stud finds himself duct-taped to a steel chair, his neck collared and chained to the wall behind him, a ball-gag shoved in his mouth. A “client,” watching on camera, is directing Connor’s tortures from afar. Connor’s eyes widen in terror and he shakes his head as Jared feels him up and explains what is about to happen to him: First he will be electrocuted sitting in that chair, then he will be crucified for hour, then he’ll be strung up and punched, then whipped on his abs, then stretched on a rack! On top of that he’ll be jerked off and fucked for hours in his ass and mouth! “Let’s get started,” Jared announces, attaching electrodes to Connor’s neck-chain and the chair-frame. Then the electric current flows, over and over, until our luscious porn boy is screaming, thrashing and covered in sweat.

Muscular, young Connor Halsted is strapped to the cross, raised up and crucified. He is completely naked, smooth but bearded, like a modern-day Jesus. The look of terror on his face as the cross lunges into place with a jerk is glorious. In that moment, he becomes fully aware of the extreme agony he will suffer. His arms, shoulders, legs and ankles immediately feel the strain of the cross. He is mounted in a position his body was never meant to endure, hanging by outstretched arms, his legs bent and unable to lock in place, his chest and lungs spread, his stomach sucked-in hard. His sculpted body has never looked better, every muscle visible, stretched or contracted, his leanness and the V-shape of his torso exaggerated. Within a half-hour he is in total agony. With each passing hour his agony doubles and his body weakens, yet becomes even more beautiful. He is the perfect, suffering boy.

After being crucified for ten hours, Connor is left alone in his cell for a week to recover, taken out a few times here and there to suck cock to pay for his meals. Today his torture resumes. With our mysterious client watching from afar, Connor is chained to a wall in a fresh jock and left standing for hours. “Welcome back!” Jared exclaims as he enters the dungeon, yanking Connor’s cock from the jock. He then attaches two steel clips to the boy’s nipples. “Fuck!” Connor moans as Jared pulls on the chain between the nipple-clips. Jared then punches Connor’s chest and abs – and that’s just the warm-up. Poor, poor Connor: The man paying Jared has a fetish for watching muscular young men being shocked with electricity, in various positions – including standing against a wall with his arms behind his back or stretched high over his head. He’s in for a show.

Muscular young porn star Connor Halsted is chained to a concrete pillar, naked and off balance, his back and ass fully exposed. He is alone and terrified – and absolutely gorgeous, his muscles contracting with each labored breath. Then Jared enters with his favorite, red-and-black leather, single-tail whip. Connor, gasping with fear, tenses every muscle. The first blow slices his upper back like a knife. The pain is terrible. Then a second lash, then a third and on and on. Soon Connor’s perfect, smooth back and ass and covered with lash marks. Jared, even the sadist, smacks and rubs the wounds – and mists them with pure rubbing alcohol, sending Connor into howls of agony. Then Jared goes right back to lashing him.

Connor Halsted’s back and ass are a mass of whip wounds. “Time for your favorite part,” Jared says with a smirk, showing Connor his “punishment dildo” – a rubber dagger, tapered and rigid. Connor screams as he’s fucked, slow and hard, then rapid-fire. He screams even louder when Jared rubs his fresh whip wounds while fucking him. Hours later, the exhausted porn star is stretched out on a long, wooden table, on his back, arms overhead, stretched just enough so his abs suck in. Jared presses down on the stud’s torso, making his back-wounds scream with pain. Then Jared brings out his single-tail whip again. Connor can’t believe his eyes: He’s not going to whip the front of my body, is he? He sure is. And, boy, is it hot.

Jared continues to whip Connor Halsted’s beautiful chest and abs. The boy looks so good stretched on the wooden table, arms overhead, stomach sucked in, abs fluttering. The young stud literally convulses with pain every time the whip strikes him. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Conner screams. His super-lean frame – he’s maybe 7% body fat – provides no protection from the whip, which cuts into his flesh with each blow. Then Jared makes it even worse, attaching heavy weights to the ropes holding Connor’s wrists above his head, stretching the boy’s body as Jared continues to whip it. “Do you want this to stop, Connor?” Jared asks. “My client says I can stop hurting you if you can pump out another load of cum.” Connor immediately agrees. “I’ll do it! I’ll do it!” he says. And he sure does. Connor might be scared, exhausted, and in pain, but he’s still a porn star and his cock never disappoints.