Chris Brody is a 23-year-old petty criminal. He’s had run-ins with the law before but with little consequence. Now things have changed. A new, tough-on-crime government is in place and young punks like Chris are going to truly suffer for even minor offenses. They aren’t going to spend a few months in a prison cell, eating three meals a day and watching TV. Instead, they are going to a “prison of pain” to feel the full force of the state’s power. Standing in a small cell, Chris is confronted by his jailor who announces it is his duty to describe the tortures that will be inflicted upon his lean, muscular body. Chris listens in horror as the man describes electrical shocks, flogging, long-term pain positions, crucifixion and hours on the rack. “This can’t be happening,” Chris mutters. But it is. And it starts now. Next week: Cock shock.

Jared loves his job, torturing young men for various clients. He craves the sight of beautiful young men flexing and squirming, begging for mercy and crying out in pain. But rarely has Jared been so blessed. The boy he will torture over the next three days is one of the most beautiful he has ever seen, with a chiseled body and a model’s face. He loves moving the electric wand up and down Chris’ muscular torso, making his pecs and abs spasm. And now Jared gets to have even more fun, cutting away the dude’s undies, revealing a lovely, uncut cock, shaved like a porn star’s. Jared is going to shock that cock over and over. Next week: All night nipple clamps.

Chris has now endured the first third of his torture sentence, having spent the night bolted to a concrete wall, his nipples, cock and balls crushed by biting clamps. Now he is in for some “off-the-record” fun. “What are you doing?” he asks as Jared chains him down on his back. “I’m going to fuck your face, boy,” the now completely naked stud says. “No teeth!” he orders, slapping Chris’ face. Chris gags and chokes as he’s forcibly face-fucked. Jared finally pulls out and cums all over Chris’ heaving chest, but the muscular, young prisoner’s sexual torture has just begun. Jared lifts Chris’ legs and straps them to wooden poles, stretching Chris’ asshole. Then he shows him the massive dildo he will use to fuck his ass. Next week: Fucked senseless.

With the cum fresh from Jared’s cock drying on his chest, Chris begs his tormentor not to fuck his asshole with the massive dildo just dangled in front of him. The rubber phallus has just penetrated his virgin sphincter when Jared gives it a shove, making Chris moan in agony as he’s fully penetrated for the first time. With his legs mounted high, stretching his asshole, and his arms chained behind his head, there is nothing Chris can do but accept the abuse. He is fucked like a cheap whore. Despite the pain and humiliation of being ass-fucked for the first time, with his prostate stimulated and Jared’s expert hands working his cock, Chris can’t help but get rock hard and bust a load of cum all over his abs. Jared stands up, smiling. “Now I’m going to whip you,” he tells the whimpering, brutalized boy. Next week: Brutal flogging.

After his “off-the-record” sexual humiliation by Jared, Chris stands naked in the cold dungeon. “Ready for some pain, boy?” Jared asks with a sneer, then hooks Chris’ cuffed wrists to a winch that whirs into action, lifting his arms high overhead, stretching his body in the ideal position for the whip. Chris can’t believe the pain of the fist blow – right in the center of his chest. And they just keep coming. There is no counting, no way of knowing when it will end, just non-stop pain. Jared, he can tell, is whipping him even harder than he is suppose to, as if he is angry, as if just forcing Chris to suck his cock was a liability deserving even worse punishment. Then it gets worse: Chris is pulled up onto his tiptoes, whipped some more and left hanging in agony, a prelude, he can only imagine, to his crucifixion. Next week: Crucified hunk.

Young prisoner Chris is hauled back into the dungeon after a short rest, his arms still aching from hanging by his wrists, his skin still raw from the whip. Jared shoves him down on the cross and straps his wrists and ankles at pre-determined points that position his arms at 45 degrees from horizontal – the maximum allowed by law – and keep his knees permanently bent. Positioning his arms higher would reduce the strain on his body, while making them any more horizontal would lead to dislocated joints. Within minutes, Chris is lifted into the air and hangs free. He immediately feels the power of the cross. His arms feel like they will be pulled from his torso. His chest is so stretched it is hard to breath. His legs are bent in such a way that he can’t use their muscle to take all his weight. He is already in pain. And he has eight hours to go. He is totally fucked. Next week: The cross always wins.

Chris looks absolutely magnificent hanging on the cross, hour after hour, his massive pecs and biceps stretched and distorted, his abs sucked in hard, his powerful legs struggling to find some relief. He is naked and completely alone, but for the klieg lights and cameras recording every moment of his suffering. He knows his humiliation and torture is being broadcast live online — a warning to other young men contemplating breaking the law — but his mind can only focus on the pain. It is unrelenting. He can do nothing to relieve it, just shift its intensity from his chest and arms to his legs. And the hours tick by. Next week: Collapsed then racked.

Chris is allowed a few hours “rest” after his eight-hour crucifixion, splayed naked on the cold concrete floor at the foot of the cross. He’s lifted onto the rack. His torturer strokes his magnificent body. “I could spare you,” the man says. “It seems such a shame to destroy something so beautiful,” he adds, fondling Chris’s abs and pecs. The pain of having his body stretched just shy of the point where his joints will dislocate is more horrible than Chris could ever imagine. He moans in agony, his muscular, naked body still magnificent. But then it gets worse. The man strokes his skin with an electric wand, sending shocks of pain throughout his stretched physique. Such additional torture is totally illegal, but who will ever know. Next week: Thomas returns after four years.