Surprise, surprise, Jared had the wrong Grant Smith all along, just like the guy claimed. He didn't find out until his client called and asked why the hell target was still walking around unharmed. Now the real Grant Smith — a handsome, well-built, white guy — is cuffed to the concrete post. "I have the money, man, I have it!" he lies. "I'll pay you, too; I'll pay you first!" he adds. Jared just laughs. Then he gut-bunches the kid unconscious. Next week: Pillory whipping.

Grant hangs by his chains against the massive concrete post, nearly unconscious from his beating. But Jared shows no mercy. He pounds the shirtless hunk even harder with his hard-rubber gloves, punching him in the gut and the center of his chest until Grant passes out, again. Then Jared cuts him down and drags him to the pillory, ripping off his jeans, revealing a pair of thick, muscular legs. The whip adds a whole new level of pain. Next week: A nice, meaty ass.

Jared, in his classic style, is completely emotionless as he relentlessly whips Grant. He pulls down the deadbeat's briefs, revealing a firm, hairy ass, ripe for the whip. Grant, totally helpless and exposed in the medieval pillory, is nearing unconsciousness, but Jared won't let him drift away. He intensifies the flogging, up and down Grant's back and ass, stopping occasionally to grope the young man's whip-worn flesh. Next week: Chest and stomach whipping.

Jared continues to beat Grant's ass mercilessly, with continuous, rapid-fire blows that go on and on, leaving Grant moaning in agony. Jared then unhooks the exhausted boy from the pillory, spins him around and locks him in again, arching his back painfully. "Learn to pay your debts!" Jared mumbles, before delivering dozens of excruciating lashes, machine-like, across Grant's stretched stomach and chest, making the boy delirious with pain. Next week: More gut beating.

Utterly exhausted, almost in a state of shock, Grant is led into a new room and laid on a low table, his breathing labored. He lies there moaning softly; then Jared returns — and bashes him hard in the gut with a steel pole wrapped with hard foam. "Come on, man," Grant mutters. Then Jared hits him again. "Fucking deadbeat!" he bellows, beating the boy even harder, then cutting off his last shred of dignity. It’s time to torture his cock and balls. Next week: Taking them off.

After spending hours with hard plastic clamps digging into his cock and balls — and even nastier clamps pinching his nipples — Grant convulses in pain, twitching and moaning on the bondage table, waiting for the clamps to be removed. Little does he know that removing them after so much time will cause a whole new level of pain — especially when Jared gets out his whip. Next week: Maximum stretch.

"Does that thing still work?" Jared sneers as Grant attempts to sooth his crushed cock and balls. Earlier, as Jared caressed the fur-covered muscles of his chest and stomach, Grant realized the guy torturing him is motivated by a lot more than a paycheck from his dealer drug: He's a sadist who loves torturing muscular young men like him. And, sure enough, before he can answer, Jared stretches him out for the worst torture yet. Next week: More amazing ass.

Young Grant lies face down on the bondage table, spread wide and moaning. He knows he's in for a new, terrible torture when he feels his tormentor pulling off his shoes, exposing his bare soles. But he never thought the pain of getting his feet whipped would be so great! Each smack is unbearable, making his whole body shutter with pain. And it goes on and on. Finally, after days of torture, he's tossed into the street — naked! Next week: High school wrestler.