Colton is a teenage kid doing yard work for a few extra bucks. Jared hires him, knowing his master has been in the mood for a very boyish play toy. When Colton knocks on the back door, asking for a cool drink, Jared seizes the opportunity, drugging the boy and carrying him to the dungeon. There he prepares him for his master, cutting off his jeans and using rip-ties to fasten him to a table, displaying his hot little body perfectly, arms over head, legs spread. Next week: The master.

"What are you doing?" Colton asks, as Jared caresses his body, then reaches into his undies. Colton turns bright red with embarrassment and fear, looking around, the rip-ties cutting into flesh. "What is that?" he asks as a large man moves a stick with a little leather paddle at the tip back and forth over his body. The sharp pain of the crop smacking his nipples jolts him. Next week: More pins, more pain.

After an hour strapped to the perforated table, Colton can't believe the agony a few dozen household clothespins are inflicting on his young body. The only thing worse, he soon discovers, is the pain of removing them, followed by quick smacks to his now highly sensitized nipples, stomach and right side. If that weren't bad enough, the man then whips his wounds with the riding crop. Why are they hurting me? What did I do? Next week: Upside down.

Poor little Colton, blind under a dark hood, his torso covered with welts, crawls on his hands and knees into a new room, where he is hung upside down. "What are you doing?" he asks, as unknown hands caress his inverted body, then cut off his undies and remove the hood, leaving his smooth, young body completely exposed. Soon the muscular guy who hired him starts to whip him, hard, as he swings in the air, screaming. Next week: More inversion torture.

The hard plastic clamps dig into Colton's cock and balls but he doesn't dare touch them. The two men continue to whip him as he swings in midair, helpless. Then they rip off the clamps! "Why are you doing this?" the innocent boy asks between sobs, until a kick in the gut shuts him up. Next week: Spread-eagled upright.

Beaten and broken, sitting on the dungeon floor, Colton is hauled up, spread-eagled, his body stretched and exposed, covered with the bruises and welts of long days of torture. Jared strokes his lean, stretched body. "The master thinks I got you for him. I got you for me," Jared says as he strokes the teenager's cock. "You're going to cum for me, boy, or I'm going to hurt you so bad ..." Next week: Hanging midair.

Poor Colton's slim, young body shows the evidence of his past days of torture: the reddened skin, the ugly welts along his ribs where the flogger wrapped around, the scars from the rip-ties and clothespins, the perforation marks on his back. Now he's raised off his feet again, dangling in mid-air, but he knows the muscular young man is going to beat him again. He's right. Next week: L