Julian is a 26-year-old Brazilian who moved to U.S. shortly after Christian Nationalists take over the country in the not-too-distant future. A cocky womanizer, Julian “defiles a virgin” – a crime punishable by extreme torture. He stands before a judge, dressed in a biker jacket, boots and ripped jeans, his arms bound behind a steel pole. “There will be no mercy; the Lord demands payment in pain,” the judge announces. “You will be severely tortured, in this very room, with electricity, physical blows and the whip, then you will be crucified and your body broken on the rack,” he says, as Julian looks down, resigned to his fate, knowing he has violated the law and must now be punished. A guard unzips the stud’s jacket and rips open his shirt. The judge gasps at the ripped abs and massive pecs then orders the guard to beat him.

Julian hangs limp from his chains, bent over, waiting for his next torture. Anthony Martin zaps the stud with a cattle-prod and grabs his balls, making sure he knows he is completely powerless. Julian eyes Anthony’s red-and-black leather whip. The first blow slices his back, making him jump with shock and pain. The blows keep coming, crisscrossing his muscular back and ass with angry welts. Anthony mists the fresh wounds with rubbing alcohol, making Julian shake with pain, flexing every muscle in his perfect body. The only break he gets from the agony is when Anthony pauses to grope his muscles and genitals and slap his ass and abs.

Julian is collapsed on the floor, naked, exhausted to his core by constant torture. Anthony Martin, a guard employed by the religious fanatics now running the U.S. government, lusts over the prone, muscular body as cameras in the room pan every glorious muscle. Then he shocks Julian with his cattle-prod. “Get on the cross!” he demands. Julian crawls over to the wood laying nearby. What an amazing sight: A young muscleman bound and displayed perfectly. Anthony is so turned-on, he can’t resist stroking every muscle. He raises Julian to a 45-degree angle and shocks his balls a few times. “I’ll make a deal with you, boy,” Anthony says, grabbing his own rock-hard cock under his pants. “Jerk off and I’ll stop shocking your balls.” Julian pumps out a massive load of cum. His reward? He’s crucified.

The cross slowly rises, a muscular victim affixed to it, totally naked. Julian looks around terrified as he feels his chest stretch and his abs tighten. His powerful physique will help him endure the agony of the cross, but the added weight of all that muscle will also add to his pain, as his body slowly pulls itself apart. After just a few minutes, he feels tremendous strain in his arms, shoulders and pecs. The placement of his ankles gives him little leverage, no way to reduce the strain on his arms and upper-body. All he can do is hang there and suffer. And you get the watch the whole thing: a naked muscleman crucified! Sit back and enjoy every detail: the drool dripping down his pec and onto his abs, the nasty lash-mark from a wrap-around blow that landed an inch from his cock, and the ropes of dry cum on his massive thigh.

Nothing turns on Anthony Martin more than watching a naked hunk suffer on the cross, his muscular body slowly pulled apart by its own weight. “You want to watch me cum?” Anthony sneers, pulling his huge, erect cock out of his pants. Julian looks down from the cross as Anthony gropes him and moans in sexual pleasure then spews a giant load of cum right before his eyes. “See you tomorrow, boy” Anthony says, leaving Julian to hang in agony for several more hours. The next day he’s removed from the cross, only to be chained face-down to a table for more torture.

Anthony Martin might work for the equivalent of the American Taliban, religious nuts who have outlawed all sexual activity outside of heterosexual marriage, but that doesn’t mean he can’t have fun with a naked bodybuilder being tortured for sex crimes. In addition to crucifixion and the rack, Julian has been sentenced to “severe whipping,” which the law allows to be implemented by guards like Anthony as they see fit. Anthony prefers to use a variety of whips, floggers and leather paddles – and his own hands. He loves nothing more than feeling solid, male muscle quivering in agony, the heat of the whip emanating from freshly lashed skin. He beats the naked stud mercilessly, enjoying every gasp and scream and every inch of his extraordinary body.

Julian is beginning to realize he is being tortured not on because of the law – as punishment for fucking a maiden – but because the guard abusing him is sexually aroused by his muscular body and how it responds to torture. The guard is constantly stroking his muscles and squeezing his ass. Julian hears him moan in pleasure as his physique trembles and contracts from the pain of the whip. But there is nothing he can do. He must lie there and take it. His naked body is stretched on the rack. The soles of his feet are beaten with a horse crop. His ass, legs and back are whipped. Then his fresh wounds are sprayed with rubbing alcohol. Anthony gives the rack a final turn, stretching the bodybuilder’s spine to the point of pure pain then walks out of the room, leaving Julian completely alone, in agony.

Julian lies collapsed on the rack. His lawful punishment concluded days ago, yet he has not been released. He’s been kept naked, in pain, hungry and exhausted, for so long he’s lost track of time. He is well aware the guard torturing him is a sadist who enjoys torturing a muscular body like his. Today will be no different. The guard, Anthony Martin, greets his favorite muscle boy with a hard blow to his abs. He continues to flog the stud until his golden skin turns red, then switches to a bamboo cane, using it on the soles of the stud’s feet and, even more cruelly, on the sides of his armpits and chest. In the end, Julian is stretched on the rack to his breaking point and left in agony for many more hours. When will it end?