Neill is bound to a bench, on his back, completely naked, helpless and vulnerable. His wrists are cuffed together under his back and his ankles are held in place by Velcro straps, giving him just enough range of motion to flex his well-developed muscles. He is not sure why he is here – but he knows it can’t be good. He knows the leather band around the base of his cock is there so he can be hurt. He knows these men want to abuse his body for no other reason than they like young muscle. Another young, nearly naked, muscular man appears and wraps a Velcro strap around his throat and tapes his mouth shut, making him feel even more vulnerable. Then the whip hits him. Next week: Barbells.

Neill is used to pushing himself in the gym, but he’s never had a trainer like Jared – a trainer with a whip! He is bound with Velcro straps to a narrow bench; heavy dumbbells are handcuffed to his wrists. His “trainer,” Jared, orders him to perform very specific chest workouts. “Higher! Faster! Count ‘em out! You skipped a rep!” Jared screams periodically at the exhausted, confused muscle-boy, whipping his abs – and sometimes his cock – whenever Neill makes a mistake. By the end, Neill is too exhausted to do another rep – and Jared whips him nonstop, demanding the impossible. Next week: Harder! Harder!

Jared gets even more demanding with Neill, even as the muscle stud’s arms begin to give out after holding the heavy dumbbells in a hard-to-maintain position that would have been impossible for anyone but a trained lifter. “Keep ‘em up!” Jared demands, whipping Neill’s abs as the stud’s arms shake and he lowers the weights. “I can’t!” Neill wails and his arms completely collapse. Jared whips Neill up and down his naked body, harder and harder, as the exhausted man lies there gasping in pain. Finally, Jared walks away, giving Neill a brief rest, then returns with a 100-pound bar and ties it to Neill’s balls. This time his punishment for losing strength will be losing his balls – not just a whipping! Next week: Ball-sack torture.

Neill is strong – very strong – but even he can’t hold a 100-pound steel bar over his chest for very long. “It’s too heavy!” he sputters, a look of panic on his face as his eyes follow the rope attached to his balls through a pulley on the ceiling down to the steel bar. He could literally castrate himself if he drops the weight. Imagine his fear when Jared adds two 40-pound cans of lead pellets to the bar. “Oh, God! It’s tearing!” the stud screams as his arms give out and the heavy bar lowers. Next week: Can he still cum?

Neill lies prone on the wooden bench, rubbing his throbbing pecs and arms, still aching from their test of strength, and stroking his cock and balls, even as they, too, throb in pain. Soon, Neill is really working his cock, as if to prove it still functions. Once it’s hard, he slaps it against his abs a few times, then goes in for the kill. “I want to please you, master,” he says, intensifying his cock strokes, until he busts a huge load of cum all over his hand and abs. “God job, boy,” Jared says, “but I’m still going to hurt you.” Minutes later, Neill is up on his feet, ankles spread and roped, wrists tied overhead. “On your knees!” Jared demands, pulling a hard cock out of his briefs. Next week: Stretched, covered in cum.

“Suck it like you mean it!” Jared barks at Neill as he forces the straight stud to suck his cock. “You better get me off or I’m really going to hurt you!” he says before pulling his throbbing cock out of Neill’s mouth and busting a huge load of cum all over his pecs. “Lick it clean,” Jared demands, forcing his cock back in the boy’s mouth. Seconds later Neill hears the whirl of a motor and feels himself being lifted off the ground, his ankles spreading beneath him. He can’t believe the pain that shoots through his body as he hangs, spread-eagled, in midair. What a perfect way to display – and torture – a young muscle-stud. Next week: Bolted against the wall.

Jared leaves muscle stud Neill bolted to the wall, alone, for hours, those three nasty clamps biting into his nipples and the tip of his cock, keeping him in a state of throbbing agony. Hours pass, then Jared returns. Neill can’t believe how much even the slightness movement of the clips causes terrible pain – even more when they are removed. But his torture has just begun. Jared flips him around and bolts him to the wall again, this time with his back and ass front and center – and what a back and ass he has, firm and hard, broad and muscular, the perfect targets for the single-tail whip. Soon they are a striped red, then Jared gets the alcohol mister. Next week: Fucked.

Neill has been whipped. He’s suffered horrible C&B torture. He’s been left for hours with biting pins clamped to his most intimate body parts. He’s been forced to cum and suck a cock, then lick it clean. He’s been strung up like a piece of meat and treated like a work animal. And, the whole time, he knew all that pain and humiliation would lead to one conclusion: Having a massive dildo rammed up his pristine ass. He knew he would be bound helpless and naked, then fucked – and fucked some more – until he screamed in agony. And now it is happening – and it’s even worse than he feared. Next week: Fallen angel.