Russell is a 19-year-old suburban kid, strong and fit, a boy in a man's body. We're not sure what he's done, but he's been sent to us for "the full quad" — an extreme form of punishment that includes being electrocuted, racked, crucified and whipped, one after the other. He sits alone, blindfolded and chained, in a cold cell, wearing only gym shorts, contemplating what is about to happen to him. "Hello? Is anyone there?" he asks. Then he hears footsteps. Next week: The torture begins.

Russell stands chained and ready. "I feel real sorry for you," Jared says as he removes the teenager's blindfold. "The judge is gonna torture you extra hard just for being so beautiful." Russell shakes with fear as the judge enters, a big smile on his face. "Somebody upstairs must not like you," the judge smirks, stunned that the boy has been sentenced to not only the Full Quad but any additional torture he wants to add. "Let's start with some pins," he orders. Next week: First whipping.

Russell's pecs throb from the biting force of the clothespins. Removing them causes even greater pain, but Russell refuses to cry out. He's then brutally flogged, but he still won't reveal his pain. He won't give them the satisfaction! "Fuck you!" he repeatedly yells out, defiantly, as he's left in the dark room to suffer alone, then hauled out and bound to a steel ladder. He might be acting tough, but inside he is a terrified, teenaged boy. Next week: Electric ladder.

"What the fuck are you gonna do to me?" Russell asks, strapped to the metal ladder. "We are going to fry you until you pass out," Jared smirks. "Fuck you!" Russell replies just before the first round of current flows through the ladder — and his body! After constant shocking for nearly an hour — and some more chest-flogging for good measure — Russell is in total agony, but he still has some fight left in him. Then Jared moves the electrodes to his ball-sack. Next week: Jerk off.

Jared moves the totally exhausted Russell from the steel ladder to the wooded rack, where he is readied for his next torture. A bucket of ice-cold water to the face brings him back to reality. Jared then caresses his captive's prone body. "Get your hands off me, you fucking pervert," Russell blurts out. But he is more than willing to jerk off for his torturer, hoping against hope that it might lead to mercy. Next week: Racked hard.

Amazingly, Russell still has some fight in him. As his beefy body is stretched on the rack, he refuses to cry out in pain. Then Jared, an expert torturer, moves to quick quarter turns, stretching his victim's tendons, letting them adjust, then stretching them again, increasing the pain each time without actually tearing any joints. Plus, with Russell now stretched to the max, Jared lays on with the whip and adds tit clamps to the torture. Next week: Prepared for the cross.

In all his 19-years, Russell never imagined he would be tortured, let alone whipped, electrocuted and racked. For two days he has been in nearly constant pain and his fit, young body has been tested to the extreme. He knows his worst torture — crucifixion — is yet to come. But first he will be flogged, again. He stands stretched against the X-cross, his back and ass ready for the whip. The beating is merciless — and it's only just begun. Next week: Whipped on the X-cross.

Russell stands naked in the cold antechamber, waiting to be called for his final punishment — crucifixion. Then he hears a deep, manly voice: "Prisoner, report for punishment!" He walks into the dark torture chamber. The instrument of his agony awaits him. He lies down on it, spreading his arms, gasping involuntarily in fear as the muscular guard silently bolts him to the cross. Then it starts to rise. His eight hours of hell have just begun. Next week: The agony of the cross.

Russell is very strong, his body honed and toughened by years of competitive sports. He was a first-string football player and wrestler in high school. He even boxed. But nothing could prepare him for eight hours on the cross, his body slowly pulled apart by its own weight, his muscles and tendons screaming in pain, with no relief, hour after hour. He has paid the price for his crimes. Next week: Beautiful black boy.