In America’s dystopian future, ruled by religious extremists, Amone Bane, a college track star, is sentenced to 15-years hard-labor. But the 21-year-old has chosen an alternative option: Three Days of Pain. He signs a contract allowing the state to flog and whip his body, punch and pin his torso, electrocute his genitals and, worst of all, crucify him for eight hours and stretch him to his breaking point for another eight hours. Then, after he strips to his briefs, Amone is told, because he is so fit, he must spend an additional two hours on the cross and the rack. Still, he agrees. “Remove your underwear!” the judge orders. “Must I be naked?” he asks. “You’ll be naked for the next three days!” the judge bellows, then orders the guard to bolt the terrified boy to the wall and get his cock hard before flogging his chest and stomach. “And make sure you leave some for me,” he tells the guard, with a smirk.

Twenty-one-year-old Amone Bane continues to hang from the concrete wall, a flogger continually crashing into his well-muscled body. “Please, mercy!” he begs the young man whipping him, Axel Johnson. Eventually, the whipping stops but the boy’s respite is momentary. A dozen clothespins are clamped to his nipples and ball sack, as he screams in agony. Amone is shocked by the throbbing pain the pins inflict on the most sensitive parts of his body, having no idea this torture was going to be used on him. Two hours later, a second surprise: The pain is even greater when the pins are removed! Axel then straps-on hard-rubber gloves and pounds Amone’s abs and ribs. The boy’s whole body aches from the blows and the long-term bondage against the wall, weakening his core, making his future torture even harder to endure.

Young Amone Bane is chained on the rack, naked, arms over head but not yet stretched. He’s alone, eyes fluttering from exhaustion, then darting around in fear. His tormentor, Axel Johnson, arrives, whip in hand, and lashes his body from his nipples to his knees. Then the real pain begins. “I can’t feel my hands!” Amone moans after a few turns of the crank. Axel continues stretching the boy as he screams and gasps, every sinew in his body straining. We love the look of not only agony but utter shock in Amone’s eyes. He cannot believe the torture being inflicted on his body by state authority. He cannot believe he will suffer like this for ten hours. Axel turns the crank again and again. The pain doubles then redoubles as the lean, muscular athlete is nearly pulled apart. Such a beautiful boy, such a perfect body, in physical extremis.

Glistening with sweat, flat on his back, moaning and gasping, hour after hour, Amone Bane is stretched on the rack, just shy of his breaking point. There is no relief, just unrelenting strain on his beautiful, athletic body. Finally, five hours into his ten hours on the rack, Amone is flipped over onto his stomach. His eye flutter in exhaustion as Axel Johnson returns, with a flogger. The professional sadist whips Amone’s back, ass and legs and gradually cranks the rack tighter and tighter, stretching the boy back to his breaking point, whipping his straining body the whole time, then leaving him alone to suffer the constant agony of the rack for another five hours.

College boy Amone Bane is chained, spread-eagle, on a low table, wondering what will be done to his naked body, when Axel Johnson returns and strokes his cock. Amone wills himself to get erect. His cock explodes with a huge load of cum. Then electric cables are attached to his wrist and ankle. His muscular body arches off the table as the current flows. The pain is unimaginable. In between shocks, the young athlete lies there, cum dripping down his abs, as if he’s left his body and is observing his torture from above. He could pluck off the electrode placed inches from his hand, but he knows cannot, that he must endure this legal punishment. So he absorbs the pain, shock after shock.

Amone Bane is flipped over onto his stomach and refastened to the torture table. There is just enough slack in the chains to allow him to flex and twist, showing off every muscle in his athletic body. We have rarely seen such a round ass and tapered back. The first blow of the single-tail whip is a test, then the real show begins: Amone throws his head back and cries out with each lash, his perfect body flexing and twisting. Soon his beautiful back and ass are crisscrossed with red welts. Then Axel Johnson sprays the wounds with rubbing alcohol, making the boy cry out and thrash even harder. He endures three more clusters of a dozen blows and sprays of alcohol, knowing the alternative – years of hard labor in a state prison full of rapists and murderers – would be even worse.

Amone Bane is strapped to a wooden cross, flat on his back, naked and alone. He hears the whirl of a motor and feels himself rising off the ground. The cross stops just three feet up and Axel Johnson appears, pulling his cock from his pants. If Amone were not a 21-year-old athlete, he’d simply be crucified. But because of his strength and beauty he must endure much more. Axel shoves his pulsating cock into Amone’s mouth. The boy accepts the fact that he must please this man sexually and hang on this cross for two extra hours. After enjoying the boy’s mouth, Axel pulls out and cums all over him then raises him up. Amone cannot believe the strain on his crucified body. In an hour he is in agony, from his straining pecs covered in cum to his trembling legs. And he has nine more hours to go.

Young Amone Bane has no idea how long he has hung on the cross. Every sinew in his body is in agony. Nothing he does relieves the pain; its intensity just shifts from one body part to another. His muscular physique is his worst enemy. Most men would have collapsed by now, and we’d be forced to cut them down or place straps under their arms to relieve the pressure, but not Amone; he has the strength to endure. His body weight pulls him apart, hour after hour, his muscles glistening, his beautiful face agonized, his boyish moans continuous. He thinks he suffers alone, but thousands of men are watching him on video, stroking their cocks while starting at his, lusting after his perfect body, naked and hairless, stretched and straining.

Our favorite thing about Amone Bane, besides his amazing body and good looks, is his stoicism, the way he absorbs pain. After hanging on the cross for ten hours, his luscious body pulled apart by its own weight, Amone is strung up by his wrists, naked, of course. Axel Johnson, the professional sadist in charge of his torture, whips his stomach and chest with a single-tail bullwhip. You can see the deep anguish on his face and the deep welts on his body, but Amone holds in the pain, groaning instead of screaming, his whole body shuddering with each cutting blow. The alcohol sprayed on his wounds sends him into spasms of agony, accompanied by loud gasps, such a strong, beautiful boy absorbing the agony he knows he must endure.

After he finishes whipping his young victim, Axel Johnson gets a text on his smart watch. “I want to see him cum,” it reads. “Poor kid,” Axel thinks, knowing Amone’s three days of pain will be extended to three weeks – or three months. But it’s not his job to worry about duly convicted prisoners; it’s his job to hurt them – and Amone is the hottest boy he’s had the pleasure to hurt in a long time. He grabs the young athlete’s beautiful cock and gets it hard. Despite the agony of the rack, the cross and the whip, Amone busts a huge load of jizz. He knows his youth and beauty means he must suffer longer – and please these men, no matter how much he hurts. Suddenly, he is lifted by his wrists, stretching his back. Axel winks at him as he walks out. "I came for you!” Amone calls out. “Shit,” he thinks. “This can’t be good.”