Lt. Lance Schafer is a military intelligence officer on his first mission. Barely 21, he is cocky and inexperience. Now he has been captured by an unknown enemy. He is literally bolted to a wall by his wrists and ankles. Blindfolded and gagged, he has been stripped of his uniform, down to his military-issue jock and camouflage T-shirt. Like most young Army officers, he wears his T-shirts tight, proud of his fit, young body. “You are going to pay for this,” he blurts out when Jared rips off his tape gag. Jared just laughs – and punches the young man hard in the gut – the first of several hard blows to his body. The young officer remains defiant. “Fuck you! I am not going to talk no matter what you do to me.” We’ll see if the whip will loosen his lips. Next week: Flipped around.

“Talk!” the interrogated barks at the top of his lungs. “Go fuck yourself!” Lt. Lance Schafer barks back, his beautiful chest and stomach covered with red welts from dozens of brutal whip blows. Lance is determined to reveal nothing but his name, rank and serial number, as demanded by the Geneva Conventions. The interrogator and his muscular assistant don’t care one wit about such legal niceties. They will torture this young soldier until he breaks – and they’ll enjoy every minute of it. Lance is flipped around and bolted to the wall again. He’s punched hard in the kidneys, then his muscular back and firm, round ass, framed by his jock strap, are brutally whipped. “We have all day, lieutenant. Talk or suffer: It is completely your choice.” Next week: The electric chair.

All Lt. Lance Schafer remembers is passing out in pain, bolted to a wall. Blindfolded and in complete darkness, he has loss track of time. Regaining consciousness, he realizes he is sitting on a metal chair in a cold room, bound by duct tape at his forearms and ankles. Then he hears the man’s voice: “Are you ready to talk, lieutenant?” he asks. “Fuck you!” Lance replies. He feels the young man’s hands on his chest and abs – is that a sexual touch? – then the biting pain of steel clamps clipped to his nipples. His blindfold is removed. He’s in a dark room with these two men. The older man sits in a chair directly opposite him. He is calmly explaining how electric current is about to travel through Lance’s body. Next week: Shocked over and over.

Lance – his chest heaving in pain from the jolts of electricity that shoot into his nipples and down his body to his ankle – shakes his head in utter despair and disbelief. “Who is your station chief?” his interrogator asks, using the language of the CIA. When Lance remains silent, the man matter-of-factly says “Again” and more current flows into Lance. The man does this over and over, then orders the voltage increased to “a dangerous level.” Lance can’t believe the pain; his whole convulses, every nerve-ending on fire. He still refuses to talk. The lieutenant is losing consciousness; his pulse is irregular. “I don’t care,” the man announces and continues to shock the beautiful young man. Next week: Whipped naked.

It’s day two of Lt. Lance Schafer’s captivity. After literally being shocked unconscious, he is now, hours later, gradually regaining consciousness. He lies on his stomach, tied down to a table, wearing nothing but a torn jock strap, his firm, young ass bare and exposed, when Jared, the young man who has been torturing him, enters and squeezes his ass cheeks, clearly appreciating them. Lance is disgusted but there is nothing he can do. Jared cuts off the jock and steps back. “I am tired of your obstinate attitude, lieutenant.,” the older man announces. “Fuck you, sir,” Lance says sarcastically. But his cockiness turns to fear as the man describes what the single-tail whip will do this his flesh. Then it begins. Next week: More whipping.

Lance looks at the shirtless, muscular young man with the whip, pleading with his eyes. This is no ordinary whipping. Lance is being lashed with a bullwhip while his lean body is stretched, making it even more sensitive to the cutting power of the whip. “Talk!” the man demands. “Or we will crank you even tighter and leave you in agony for 10 hours!” Lance remains silent. He will suffer unbelievable agonies for his country and his soldiers and will tell these men nothing. The next day his body is so broken, he offers no resistance as he is unbound, flipped over and spread-eagled on his back. He then realizes the whole process will now be repeated on his chest and abs. Next week: Electricity.

Torture expert Jared continues to lash Lt. Lance Schafer’s chest and abs with the single-tail. At this point, the man in charge barely bothers to demand the young army office talk; he just lets his young sadist, Jared, torture him for their mutual pleasure. Lance is delusional with pain and fatigue, his powerful torso crisscrossed with deep, red welts, as Jared kneels next to him and plays with his cock. “At least they have stop hurting me,” Lance thinks, but he is terribly mistaken. “Hook up the electrodes, Jared,” the man orders. Electric cables are attached to the cuffs at Lance’s left ankle and wrist, their copper alligators clips touching his skin. Lance’s convulsing body never looked so good. Next week: Cums on command.

Lt. Lance Schafer is exhausted and suffering. He has been brutally whipped and punched, spent a night racked in total agony, and electric current has coursed through his body for days. He thinks he is suffering for his men and country, but in reality, he is a sexual plaything for two sadists, who now promise to release him if he spews a load of cum from his beautiful cock, despite all that torture. Spread-eagled, with just his right hand free, Lance busts a huge load all over his pecs and abs. “Let me out of here!” he screams, holding up his hand, covered in cum. Stupid boy. Jared chains him down again, smirking. Now Lance is electrocuted and whipped with the single-tail at the same time. Next week: Crucified soldier.

Lt. Lance Schafer has been on the cross for seven hours. His suffering is unbelievable, a slow, increasing agony without relief. All Lance can do is shift the worse pain from his arms, shoulders and chest to his legs, but now, after another hour, he can’t even do that. He begs for release, for mercy, but no one is listening. His only companion is the camera staring at him, recording his naked, glistening, powerful body being pulled apart by its own weight. He gradually loses consciousness, slumping, his body entering a stage of shock. When he is finally cut down, he collapses to the floor, his arms frozen in the crucified pose, his breathing faint and sporadic. Next week: Whipping his damaged body.

Lt. Lance Shafer’s strong, young body twitches on the cold, concrete floor as he gradually regains consciousness. He can feel his ankles and wrists being attached to something, then the sensation of being lifted into the air. “Are you going to talk, lieutenant,” the man asks, pro-forma, not really caring it he talks or not. Although Lance is exhausted from his hours on the cross, he recalls the horrible power of the single-tail whip as Jared dangles it against his body in preparation. Still, it’s a shock when the braided leather cuts into his stretched flesh. He is lifted up onto his toes and whipped even harder. Next week: Jared is crucified.