Just 20, Levi plays minor league baseball and wrestles for his college team. He has the well-built body of a man, but the hairless face and smooth skin of a boy - a perfect specimen of young manhood. He's handcuffed and roped to a steel ladder, on his back, muscles bulging under his tight shirt. His look of fear turns to one of pure terror when we cut holes over his nipples. He knows he is about to be tortured. And he's right. Next week: Gagged with his own jock.

Levi is amazingly strong for such a young man. We outstretch his arms and chain them so we can watch those amazing muscles flex against bonds. His last bit of modesty, his sweaty jock, if cut off and shoved in his mouth. His chest, abs and arms flex even harder when he's whipped. The whipping goes on and on and on. We just can't stop. By the end, his eyes are rolling into the back of his head. Next week: Chest, ab and dick clips.

Levi can't believe the pain when the first clothespin lands on his nipple. Soon his pecs are ringed with clips and he is moaning in agony. More clips are placed up and down his abs. Then even harsher clips are clamped onto his dick. Levi writhes in pain, but the torture has just begun. The clips are ripped off one by one! Levi nearly passes out from the pain, but his rippling muscles have never looked better.

Levi, still in his running shoes, is chained in a squatting position, his wrists cuffed to a steel leg spreader. He struggles and flexes, the curves of his ass and back exaggerated by his predicament. Next week: Electro-shock.

Levi is stretched out on the bondage table. "What the fuck is that?" he asks when the man approaches with the electric wand. When the wand touches his nipple, Levi can't believe the pain -- a sharp pinch and a burn at the point of contact and a jolt of pain through his whole body. When the wand swings back and forth over his stomach, Levi sucks in hard, trying to avoid the pain. But he can't suck in hard enough. Next week: What an ass.

Levi is a broken boy. He barely resists as he's spread out and chained down on his stomach. His ass is such an inviting target. Over the next few hours we zap it with the wand, whip it with the flogger and maul it with bare hands. Next week: Track star.