Bob Knight cries out every time the whip strikes his naked flesh, from his hairless pecs to uncut cock. “Why are you doing this?” he mutters to the man with the whip, after what must be his hundredth lash. The man, dressed in black, silent, hiding in the shadows, replies with another hundred lashes. He loves watching the young athlete squirm and thrash, his lean muscles quivering, his gorgeous cock bouncing, his mop of hair darkening with sweat. He finally stops and Bob moans as hands reach out from behind him and caress his body, then work his cock. “Oh fuck!” he says as his dick hardens. He’s whipped again, his erect cock lashed several times. Then, to his great surprise, he ejaculates a huge load of cum.

College jock Bob Knight is naked and exposed, his lanky torso stretched, arms overhead, gut sucked in, making it hard to breathe, especially after so much time. His smooth skin is covered with scars from numerous beatings. Even after jerking him off, the Man in Black gropes his body and slaps his wounds, treating him like a piece of meat, not a human. Suddenly his wrists are strung up even higher, lifting him up on his toes, totally stretched, as if he were crucified. Then the single-tail whip cuts into his chest, then his stomach, again and again and again. His screams bounce off the walls.

Long, lanky Bob Knight is bound to the upright plank face-first, his back and ass fully exposed, ready for the whip. Fearing he will be whipped again, the young athlete struggles, trying desperately to free his naked body from the wood. He spots the figure in black lurking in the shadow, then a quick flash of red and white as the man’s single-tail whip cuts into his back three times in quick succession. Soon Bob's back and ass are crisscrossed with nasty, red stripes. The Man in Black sprays the fresh wounds with rubbing alcohol and whips him even harder as he screams and begs for mercy.

Bob Knight’s naked, lanky body is spread-eagle on a horizontal X-cross, his arms and legs bound painfully with elastic cords. “What are you going to do to me?” he asks repeatedly, but the Man in Black remains silent as he lines both sides of the athlete’s body with a dozen clothespins then places another dozen on his cock and balls. Blindfolded, Bob moans in agony as the pins bite his flesh, unable to anticipate what will happen next. Suddenly, a flogger crashes into his chest and abs over and over, and he’s left trembling, in agony, alone again.

After watching his young slave suffer all night on the X-cross, the Man in Black adds a new torture to his ordeal — crushing his balls with a steel clamp. “Oh, god, my balls!” Bob Knight moans as the the man re-lines his torso with clothespins. “Please…” he begs, blindfolded and helpless. Hour later, the man removes the pins, allowing blood to rush back into Bob’s wounded flesh, causing even more pain. Then he removes Bob’s blindfold and the young athlete sees the electrodes attached to the metal clamp on his balls. The shocks make him hysterical as his lean body convulses.

Bob Knight is bound face-down to the X-cross, his lean, naked body showing the scars from days of torture. He moans quietly during his brief respite, but the Man in Black’s lust for torturing beautiful young men is unquenchable. He whips the soles of Bob’s feet – the most sensitive part of the human body. The young athlete cries out in pain but cannot avoid the riding crop’s non-stop blows. The man whips Bob’s ass too, moving in quick succession from foot to cheek and back again. Then the man whips Bob’s ass with an especially nasty leather spanker, then tears into his back and ass with a flogger until the boy’s body glows in the dark.