After spending the night in the dungeon, nude but for his briefs, Landon is chained to a long, wood bench. He struggles with the leather wrist cuffs padlocked to the chain, but ingeniously placed little padlocks wont allow him to unhook the straps. Landon can see the chain is attached to a spindle with a crank but he doesnt put two and two together and figure out what is in store for him next.
Young prisoner Chris is hauled back into the dungeon after a short rest, his arms still aching from hanging by his wrists, his skin still raw from the whip. Jared shoves him down on the cross and straps his wrists and ankles at pre-determined points that position his arms at 45 degrees from horizontal the maximum allowed by law and keep his knees permanently bent.
Hooded, alone in complete darkness, Landons mind races: Who are these men? What are they going to do to me? he wonders. He is half-naked, tightly strapped to an X-cross, totally helpless, when he hears the door open. He groans and screams under his tape gag but cannot speak. He has no way of knowing the man hovering above him is young, beautiful and completely naked, with a raging hard-on.
All of us are surrounded by beautiful young men wed like to torture that hot auto mechanic with the charming smile, that construction worker in a see-through vest, that college athlete jogging down the street. But we dont just fantasize; we do it! Our latest target is 22-year-old Landon, our handyman. We love his natural, working-man muscle flexing under the thin, cotton T-shirts he favors, an inch or two of creamy, smooth stomach flashing whenever he lifts his arms. Next week: First-time cocksucker.
Young Nathan identifies as bisexual. Hes sucked more than a few cocks, but he has never been fucked; the very idea of having a large object shoved up his tender asshole terrifies him. The moment he has dreaded since these men bolted him face-first to the wall has finally arrived. Jared shows no mercy: He shoves a massive, 10-inch, hard-rubber dildo up Nathans virgin ass, then rhythmically fucks him for 45 minutes. When hes finally had his fill of fucking, Jared a smaller dildo up Nathans ass and tells him hold it in, even as he resumes whipping the boy. Drop that thing and youll spend the night against that wall, Jared says. Nathan tries desperately to remain clenched, but hes too exhausted. He spends the night against the wall, then is dragged into another room for more fun. Next week: Inverted.
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.
Glens brutal flogging on his chest and abs intensifies, with the blows getting harder and more rapid-fire and occasionally hitting his cock and balls! The boy screams and moans in agony, but the man directing his torture from his arm chair thousands of miles away still isnt satisfied. He orders that Glen be stretched to his breaking point and kept like that for two hours. Later, broken, Glen is flipped over onto his stomach. Why are you here boy? the man torturing him bellows. Im here to suffer, Glen replies, as the whip cuts into his back and ass over and over. His training has just begun. Next week: Bastinado.
Glen is getting the hang of things. Well, to be honest, he has no choice. Do you know what is the most sensitive part of your body? the man asks.No, sir, the boy replies. The bottom of your feet, the man says, making Glen shiver in fear. Shall I whip your feet, boy? The man asks. Glen hesitates, terrified, but he knows he has no choice. Yes, sir, he replies. Glens soles are whipped with the flogger, then the crop, then a different flogger. And thats just the beginning of his torment. He spends the night stretched on the rack, moaning in agony. Next week: Abs meet single-tail.
Thomass lean, muscular body looks so good up on the cross, stretched taut. All thats needed for him to be the perfect specimen of pain is seeing that huge cock get erect while he suffers. Get hard! the man screams at the crucified boy as Jared works his cock. Thomas manages to get erect, even as the horrible pain of the cross sinks into every one of his muscles. Then the man raises the stakes even higher: You better cum, boy, or Im adding two hours to your sentence!
Heath is the perfect such athlete: His compact, super-lean body is very strong but lightweight. He will do better than most until we add a twist: Jared appears, naked, still dripping cum after busting a big load all over Heaths torso before raising him up. Show me some cum, boy, and maybe Ill cut you down sooner, Jared announces, working the crucified boys cock. Heaths cock stiffens but he is under too much strain to get hard and ejaculate.
After spending hours on the cross, college boy Jaimie Steel is allowed to "rest" on his knees on the torture table, his wrists and ankles bound together by a steel bar. He is completely naked, his lean, young body covered with whip marks. He is also hooded, in total darkness. His face is planted against the table, his ass up in the air, its hole stretched wide. Rough hands explore his body and finger his hole. Then the flogging begins, up and down his back and ass - and even on the soles of his feet. Jared's hand grasps Jaimie's balls as the whipping continues, making each jerk even more painful. The flogging goes on and on, sometimes rapid fire, sometimes slow. Then he feels fingers pushing into his hole.
Three years ago, Marshall was a young man in deep financial trouble, living in an America of the not-too-distant future, a time when students and other young men who owe a debt they cannot pay are "rented out" to rich men for their sadistic pleasure. Since he was repeatedly tortured and sexually humiliated to pay off his debts, Marshall, now 24, has gotten his life together, staying fit and holding down a job. But when we spot him, jogging downtown, looking good, we want him. We make a few phone calls and suddenly an old debt is discovered and Marshall must find $10,000 immediately or pay the old-fashioned way - with pain, lots of pain. His payment plan starts today - with a long, hard whipping. Next week: Collapsed and revived.
Young Marshall is collapsed on the floor of the concrete punishment chamber, his back and ass showing the evidence of a terrible beating. He is allowed a couple hours of rest before being dragged to the cross, blurry and exhausted, unaware of what is happening, even as his raw back and ass are dropped on the wood and his wrists and ankles are strapped to it. Moments later, still dazed, Marshall feels himself being lifted and he recalls the power of the cross, its ability to inflict unrelenting strain on every muscle in his body. But this crucifixion will be even worse than the one he suffered three years ago: His feet are positioned in such a away that he cannot straighten his legs and lock his knees. The result will be hours of pure hell - and that's before his cock and balls are covered with biting pins. Next week: Hours later.
Marshall is reliving his worse nightmare - crucifixion. But what he is suffering now is even worse than his time on the cross three years ago. After five hours on the wood, he is drenched in sweat, every muscle in his body screaming for relief. No matter how he shifts and squirms on the cross, he can't relieve the unending strain; he can merely shift its intensity from his torso to his legs. Plus, if that weren't bad enough, his cock and balls are covered with nasty clothespins, a biting, throbbing pain that somehow cuts through the constant ache of crucifixion. After a couple more hours he drifts into a state of shock. Next week: Cock shock.
Doug is a strapping lad, big and thick, a man's man. Jared has seen him at the gym. Normally he likes beautiful muscle twinks or classic gym boys, but there is something about Doug that catches his eyes, that thick, hulking body, but mostly his fat, succulent cock. Doug has no idea where he is or how he got here. All he knows is he's hooded, in total darkness, and tightly bound to a wooden X-cross. He's wearing nothing but the underwear and T-shirt he had just changed into at the gym before he blacked out. This is not good, he thinks to himself. He is very, very correct.
No one is more cruel with the flogger than Jared - especially when he likes the body and cock of the boy he is torturing, and Jared really like's Doug's stocky body and stockier cock. Jared just lays into Doug's chest and abs, turning them bright red and sending Doug into spasms of pain. "We are just getting started; it's gonna get much worse" Jared says. Then Jared flips Doug around and whips the boy's back and ass even harder. Next week: Electric chair.
After a long, hard flogging, Jared decides to take on a more 'hands off' approach with increasingly painful jolts of electricity through Doug's entire body. Time to fry this thick piece of man-meat from the inside out! What could be better? Oh, wait, something is better; Jared gets Doug nice and hard after the first few sets of shocks, then continues to fry every ounce of energy from Doug's body. Next week: Wax.
Supreme sadist Jared continues to burn Doug, lobbing streams of searing hot wax on his torso and legs, then his cock and balls. Doug buckles and screams as his skin burns, every muscle in his young body flexing, his back arching, his cock flopping around. The wax hardens on his skin, clinging to every little hair. Jared decides the best way to remove the wax is with the flogger. He beats Doug mercilessly, then flips him over onto his stomach. "We're not done yet boy," Jared announces. You guessed it: the whole process is repeated on Doug's beautiful back and ass. Next week: Suck that dick.
Riley is strapped on his back to a narrow, wooden table, stripped to his underwear, his A-shirt soaking wet and stuck to his body. He knew there was something fucking weird about this house when that incredibly good-looking muscle stud answered the door half-naked. But he never imagined in a million years that someone would grab him, tie him up, rip his shirt off and whip his nipples! And things are about to get a lot, lot worse. "You picked the wrong fucking house," the muscle stud sneers. Riley's cock is the next target - in more ways than one.
"At least you're enjoying yourself," Jared sneers sarcastically, as he gets Riley's big cock hard - then turns the crank on the rack, making him scream through his tape gag. Just an hour ago, Riley was in his car, working up the courage to knock on a door and ask for help. Now he is naked, stretched on a rack, and some half-naked pervert is stroking his cock! He's actually more angry and confused than terrified. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? How the fuck does he think he can get away with this! Jared couldn't be more pleased.
