U.S. Army private Timarrie Baker is a thing of beauty: fit and muscular, with perfect, caramel skin, the face on an angel and a massive, gorgeous, uncut cock. And now he hangs from a cross in our dungeon, nearly naked, moaning, wearing only his army-issued compression shorts, his cock and balls pulled-out over the waistband. Despite his youth and strength, he is in agony, the cross straining every muscle in his body. Plus, his cock and balls are covered with clothespins, each biting into the most sensitive skin on the human body. “You are going to tell me everything!” Jared bellows. “I’m not a spy! I don’t know anything!” the crucified boy replies, just as Jared whips him with a leather flogger – three times, six times, a dozen times, two dozen times! Still, Timarrie won’t talk.

Timarrie Baker is bolted spread-eagled on the torture table, his huge cock ready to burst out of the jock his captors have dressed him in. Timarrie has been in shock for hours after the long, slow torture of the cross, but now his “rest” is over. “Time to wake up, private!” Jared yells, slapping the young soldier’s face. “I’m not a spy! I’m a soldier with the U.S. Army!” Private Baker exclaims, repeating his rank and serial number. “Shut up!” Jared bellows, striking the wall with a bullwhip. “I was going to slice your beautiful body with this whip, but I’ll spare you if you pump out a hot load of cum, pretty boy,” Jared sneers. Timarrie is terrified so he obeys. Moments later his 10-inch, rock-hard cock spews rope after rope of cum all over his abs. “You’ve had your fun, now let me go!” he says. Jared replies by slicing his chest and abs with the bullwhip, over and over.

Private Timarrie Baker remains spread-eagled on his back on the torture table, completely naked, his proud cock slightly engorged, his stunning, well-muscled chest and stomach covered with terrible scars from the single-tail whip. Jared continues to interrogate the boy-soldier, but Timarrie won’t reveal anything but his name, rank and serial number, just like they taught him in boot camp. Of course, he doesn’t really know anything of value and is too unsophisticated to come up with a believable lie. But he is young and strong and can endure terrible agonies. And now he will suffer even more. Jared adds a series of iron plates to a steel bar connected to Timarrie’s wrists via pulleys. Each weight stretches him further, making his spine and joints scream in agony. “I’m not a spy! I’m a soldier with the U.S. Army!” the naked boy pleads. But Jared keeps adding weight. And then he gets out the single-tail whip again.

Soldier boy Timarrie Baker is a total fantasy, solid muscle from head to toe, young and beautiful, with piercing eyes, a luscious mouth and a huge, gorgeous, uncut cock. In other words, he was made to be bound, displayed naked and mercilessly tortured. And so he is, his arms cuffed behind his back and chained to a steel collar around his throat, his legs spread and cuffed, his neck chained to the ceiling. Now Jared is going to see if those muscles are just for show, punching Timarrie’s abs and pecs with hard-rubber gloves, then cuffing his wrists over his head and shocking his muscles with a high-voltage cattle prod. “I’m a soldier in the United States Army!” Timarrie continues to insist, as if Jared gives a shit.

“I don’t know anything. I’m just a soldier.” beautiful young Timarrie Baker mutters, strung up against a the dungeon wall, on his tiptoes, his muscular pecs digging into the rough concrete, his arms high over head. “Tell me what you know!” Jared barks as he whips Timarrie’s gorgeous back and ass with his red-and-black bullwhip. The blows come over and over, in rapid succession, leaving Timarrie gasping and quivering. Jared shows no mercy, whipping the boy harder, then switching to a longer, even more brutal whip. “I’m sick of this bullshit, private!” Jared bellows, whipping the young soldier’s naked body dozens of times. But the cruelty has just begun. Timarrie is cut down, laid on his whipped back on a small table and electrodes are connected to his balls and wrist. Jared makes the boy’s 10-inch cock rock-hard before turning on the current. Torture has never been more beautiful.

Beautiful, young Timarrie Baker is strapped on his back, electrodes connected to his wrist and his gentiles. Every minute or so 3000 volts surge into his body, making his muscles clench and his back arch seductively. “I’m not a spy,” the poor soldier pleads, but his tormentor, Jared, continues to shock him over and over, then turns up the voltage 50%. Soon Timarrie is so weak he just mutters and moans. Jared, forever the sadist, uncuffs Timarrie’s wrist and tells the boy the shocks will stop if he can jerk off. Timarrie tries desperately, doubling the size of his cock, but he is too weak, too drained; his cock too damaged, to cum. Jared re-cuff’s the boy’s wrist and announces he is doubling the voltage again, to full power. The length of the shocks double, too, then triples. By the end of the night, Timarrie is just a twitching mass of muscle.