Victor, a young Marine, is in total darkness, a tight hood covering his head. He can feel air on his bare legs and knows he is tightly bound to a steel chair. His memory of the last few hours is blank. Suddenly, his hood is removed, then the tape gagging his mouth. "I'm a fucking U.S. Marine!" he barks, hiding his fear with anger. The muscular young man in front of him just smiles. Next week: The torture begins.

"What the fuck is that?" Victor asks as the muscular young man approaches with a short steel chain. He finds out when the man clips the chain to his nipples. The pain is searing. "Time to talk, Marine," the interrogator demands. "I'm not saying anything!" Victor replies, even as jumper cables are attached to the metal chair and his chest. "Fuck you!" he yells, terrified but proud. The Marine is shocked over and over, but he doesn't break. Next week: Gut punched.

Jared effortlessly carries the unconscious Marine over his shoulder into a new room, then straps him to a horizontal beam. "What are you fuckers gonna do to me now?" Victor demands after he's raised to his feet. "Talk!" the man barks. "Fuck you!" Victor replies. Jared approaches, muscles rippling, his fists clad with hard-rubber gloves designed to inflict maximum damage with each punch, and turns Victor into a human punching bag. Next week: The lash.

The young Marine hangs by his wrists, exhausted. His body is striped red and bruised from a brutal beating and whipping, but you can still see his strength. Those rippling muscles and broad shoulders will now receive their ultimate test: crucifixion. Victor is lifted off his feet. "I'm going to hurt you, boy," the man says matter-of-factly. Stony silence is Victor's reply, but he can already feel the incredible pain he will endure for hours. Next week: Jerked by Jared.

Victor, exhausted from his seven hours hanging crucified in midair, is given a respite at the foot of the cross. Now, 24 hours later, he is flat on his back again, and Jared is caressing his naked body. "Please help me; I know you aren't a bad person," he says. Jared smiles and starts working the Marine's cock, until it is rock hard, bursting with cum. Next week: The single tail.

After spending the night passed out in his cell, Victor awakes chained on his stomach, his muscular ass and back fully exposed. He's regained his strength from the torturous crucifixion and strains against the steel bonds. When the braided leather whip crashes into his ass for the first time it feels like his glutes are being cut with a blade. The lashes continue in quick succession until his back and ass are thoroughly lacerated. Then the alcohol hits. Next week: Electric wand.

As a Marine, Victor has been trained to resist pain, but he's never experienced — or even imagined — the pure agony of a single-tail whip cutting into his young body, followed by alcohol misted onto the wounds. And now it gets even worse. The application of the electric wand to his body not only shocks him, but makes his wounds hurt like he is being whipped all over again — two tortures for the price of one! Next week: Chest and abs cut with the single tail.

Victor is on his back, arms and legs spread, his chiseled body completely vulnerable. "Talk, Marine," the man says. "You can't imagine what this whip will do to your chest and abs." Victor is shocked. A frontal whipping? How is that even possible? He's clearly terrified but refuses to talk even after dozens of unbelievably painful lashes, his perfect torso striped red, ready for the alcohol. Next week: More electro on fresh wounds.

Victor lays on the table, exhausted, delirious with agony, the front and back of his muscular torso covered with horrible lash marks. He can't imagine how it could get worse — and then it does. His torturers arc his back painfully, then attack his fresh wounds with the electric wand. He screams and buckles. The electric current makes every muscle in his Marine-trained body dance, but he does not break. Next week: A barely legal boy.