Jared frees Alexei's right hand, and the boy can't resist working his cock, hoping that maybe these men would rather enjoy him than torture him. Little does he know that torturing boys is what we enjoy. The young Russian is forced to hug as massive concrete pillar, his wrists and ankles cuffed so he can't move away from it. He is a stunningly beautiful boy, with flawless, creamy skin and the lean, muscular physique of an elite swimmer. Jared can't resist mauling that perfect body before tearing into it with the flogger. Soon, Alexei's back and ass are bright red. The pain of a fine midst of alcohol landing on his wounds is almost too much to bear. When it's all done, Alexei can barely crawl out of the room. Next week: Crucified.

In a state of shock after having the front and back of his young body brutally flogged, Alexei crawls to the cross, with Jared pushing and mocking him the whole way. “You think you are some hot shot Olympic swimmer? Fuck that!” Jared says, strapping the naked youth to the cross. In minutes, Alexei is dangling in midair, pinned like a bug. With his swimmer’s physique and training, Alexei has no trouble holding his body in place, but he soon understands the power of the cross. No matter what he does, he can never stop tensing some set of muscles in his body, with no relief. The pain of it slowly grows, unrelenting. After an hour he is in a near panic. And he has nine more to go. Next week: Sheer agony.

Alexei’s lean swimmer’s body is glistening with sweat, his muscles twitching, his diaphragm quivering. He moans in agony and desperation. He has been hanging on the cross for five hours – and has five more to go. This stunningly beautiful boy is completely naked and alone, suffering a long, slow torture that displays his body perfectly. By the end of hour nine, he is in a state of shock; anyone less fit would not survive. But Alexei does – and his punishment has just begun. Next week: Black table.

After spending 10 hours on the cross, Alexei is allowed a night’s rest and is then spread-eagled face down on the black torture table. He sees a box off to his right containing a strange device plugged into the wall. His lean, swimmer’s body is flawless, his bulbous ass tanned on top but creamy white around the crack, evidence of the fact that he spends almost every waking hour in a Speedo. To say he is terrified is an understatement. Then Jared flips the switch on the device and touches it to his own abs, grimacing with pain, his muscles convulsing after just a few seconds. He will run the wand across Alexei’s body – at a higher power – for a full hour of nearly non-stop pain. Next week: Jumper cables to the balls.

After experiencing the pain of being shocked with the violet wand, Alexei is terrified by the prospect of electric current flowing directly into his cock and balls. He can see the two electrodes attacked to a steel cock ring encircling his most intimate organs. The first shock sends him arching off the table, almost as if his body is possessed. “Again!” Jared shouts, over and over, sending the boy into shrieks of pain. Jared increases the power 50%, then another 50%. Alexei is delirious after more than a dozen shocks – each longer than the last. His beautiful, young body has never looked better, convulsing and vibrating, heaving and trembling. Next week: Burned.

Young Alexei, spread-eagled on his back, is allowed a brief rest after his extreme electro-torture. Today is his last day of torture – and it will be particularly terrible. The slim, beautiful boy can see the array of votive candles on each side of his naked body – each containing an ounce of searing hot bees wax, the hottest-burning candle wax. Alexei has agreed to this punishment and knows he must endure every last minute of it, but that doesn't lessen his fear and pain. The first splash of hot wax to his chest is unbelievably painful, leaving him dazed, too shocked to scream. The burning wax keeps coming, like red-hot iron pokers, making him thrash against his bonds, his screams echoing off the concrete dungeon walls. Then, his skin still burning, he is stretched to his breaking point. Jared dims the lights. “See you in eight hours.” Next week: A brand new beautiful brunette.