College boy Garrett screams when Jared shoves a massive dildo in his face and tells him "I'm fucking you with this, right now!" Garrett has fooled around a little with guys but in his 20 years he has never been fucked. And this is no ordinary dildo. This is a hard-rubber, unbending fuck-phallus, not meant to give pleasure - at least not to the ass being fucked. Jared starts by thrusting an index finger in deep. Garrett screams; his whole body shutters with even this minor violation. "Fuck, this boy is tight!" Jared mutters. Tight, indeed. Pushing the dildo in - all the way - takes all his strength. The fucking goes on and on and on. Poor Garrett. His virgin asshole will never be the same. Next week: Hard cock, whipped chest.
Austin lies face down on the floor of the dungeon, naked and completely exhausted. Jared is moving around him, switching up his bonds. He finally realizes what is happening when he feels the winch lifting him up by the ankles. In less than a minute he is spread-eagled as before but now upside-down, his lean, naturally fit body stretched, wrists bolted to the floor. Then crrackk! Austin is smacked with the bullwhip again - on his already lacerated back and ass! The poor frat boy screams and moans as he's whipped and misted with . Then the fucking begins. Austin can't believe it. He's never been anally penetrated before, let alone while hung upside-down in a dungeon. He yelps in agony as his virgin ass is fucked, rapidly, then deeply, by a huge, stiff dildo. Jared shoves the ten-inch thing all the way in, and whips Austin while he's fucked, switching from the short bullwhip to a much longer one.
Cole continues to tear into Perrys muscular back and ass with the seven-foot single-tail. Each blow cuts like a knife, sending Perry into a spasm of screams. Finally its over, but the whipping is mere prelude to the real action: Perry is bent over, ass in the air, not simply to be whipped, but to be fucked. This is going in your ass! Cole smirks, waving a massive rubber cock in Perrys face. Still a closeted virgin, the idea of being fucked absolutely terrifies him. But Cole shoves the dildo right in, slow and hard, making the boy scream even louder than when he was whipped. Perry is fucked like a piece of meat for an hour, then Cole pulls the thing out and leaves him bent over, utterly spent and humiliated. Next week: Chest whipping, cock sucking.
A few days ago, Austin was a college kid whose biggest worry was making sure he didn't get a co-ed pregnant. Now, every muscle in his body aches, his back is scarred from hours of whipping and he is bound, naked, to a horizontal X-cross. His head hangs back, causing his lean torso to arch seductively. The man torturing him - young, strong and sadistic as hell - enters the dungeon, with a bullwhip in his hand! Austin can't believe he will be whipped on his chest and stomach. The first lash - on the top of his pecs - feels like a knife and hot branding-iron hitting him at the same time. The lashes keep coming, slow and steady, until his torso, from his neck to his pubes, is brutally marred. Then Jared sprays the wounds with and rubs them hard with his fingers. The pain is unbearable. But it gets worse: Austin's virgin ass is fucked with a steel dildo - and electric current is sent surging into his bowels.
Elder Berry eagerly sucks Elder Titovs cock, trying desperately to make the older boy cum so the man will fulfill his promise to let them go. Despite having his cock and balls repeatedly shocked, 19-year-old Elder Titov cums all over his abs, humiliated but also secretly turned on. Go slower, suck my balls, he whispers to the boy he has secretly dreamt about so many times. Next week: Suffering like Jesus.
Jared is getting cocky, again, satisfying his horniness by seducing a random twink he sees at the mall. Curtis was excited when a tall, muscular, strikingly handsome man sits down next to him in the food court and strikes up a casual conversation. He can't believe his luck when the guy offers to give him a ride home. Once in the car, Curtis, who just turned 19, agrees to go home with the guy for "a juice." Then things get murky. Curtis remembers feeling dizzy and confused after a few sips of his Captain and Coke, then feeling his clothes being removed. Now he's bolted to a concrete wall, blindfolded and gagged, naked but for his briefs. He's alone, in total darkness. Then he feels a hand on his body. Days of torture and sexual exploitation have just begun.
After torturing Chris with an electric wand designed to deliver extremely painful shocks of current to the skin and underlying flesh without causing permanent damage, Jared immediately moves to the next torture: attaching biting, spring-loaded clamps to the prisoners nipples, ball-sack and cock. This is the second phase of a process developed by torture experts at the prison of pain: Intense, short-term torture, followed by a long, slow agonizing torture.
Jared has been left stretched on the rack, alone, for hours - he doesn't know precisely how long - when his master returns. The pain from being racked so hard for so long is clear on Jared's face, but his master turns the crank even harder. Then he bullwhips Jared mercilessly while the stud is stretched so hard every muscle in is body is visible and his abs are almost lifted off the wood. Midway through the whipping, he switches to a short, thicker single-tail - Jared's favorite because it is so brutal - and continues the beating. Then, before he leaves, with Jared's back and ass cut to ribbons, glistening with sweat, he cranks the rack even harder. No one suffers like Jared. Next week: Flipped over and racked again.
Elder Berry continues to fuck himself. Faster! Harder! the man bellows, shocking Elder Titov whenever Elder Berry fails to react quickly enough. Now show me some cum! the man demands, ordering Elder Berry to jerk off while painfully penetrated. I cant do it, the poor boy mumbles as his companion suffers multiple shocks to his cock and balls. Elder Berry finally busts a load of Mormon cum all over the fuck board, but the man is still not satisfied. Fuck yourself on that fist! the man demands, pointing at the final, massive dildo.
"Time to ride the dildo, stud!" Jared's master announces, placing a steel pole with a tapered, rigid, massive dildo affixed to it, pointing right at Jared's moist asshole. Jared has been standing, spread-eagled, for hours, his legs spread painfully wide, his arms flared out. If he steps off the boxes, he is stretched so hard he can barely breathe and his shoulders feel like they will explode, but staying spread-eagled is exhausting too. He knows he must penetrate himself with the dildo to get any relief for his arms and legs. And, maybe, his master will stop whipping him so hard. So he fucks himself on the thing. The pain of being fucked in that position is unbearable - and his master continues to pull the boxes apart, so the agony of being stretched actually worsens, as he sinks deeper on the fuck-pole. And the whipping gets worse. Jared was born to suffer. Next week: A brand new muscle stud.
After fucking himself for hours, trying to prevent his companion from being shocked with electric current, Elder Titov finds himself spread-eagled on the bondage table, electrodes attached to his cock and balls. Elder Berry, chained by the neck, fingers the dildos that have just penetrated his companion. I dont think I can do this, the younger boy says. Dont worry, well get through it together, Elder Titov says, trying to be a leader like a good Mormon elder.
Jared frees Alexei's right hand, and the boy can't resist working his cock, hoping that maybe these men would rather enjoy him than torture him. Little does he know that torturing boys is what we enjoy. The young Russian is made to hug as massive concrete pillar, his wrists and ankles cuffed so he can't move away from it. He is a stunningly beautiful boy, with flawless, creamy skin and the lean, muscular physique of an elite swimmer. Jared can't resist mauling that perfect body before tearing into it with the flogger. Soon, Alexei's back and ass are bright red. The pain of a fine midst of landing on his wounds is almost too much to bear. When it's all done, Alexei can barely crawl out of the room. Next week: Crucified.
Elder Titov is an athlete. In high school he was a track star and a wrestler. Now, a year after graduation, on the first year of his two-year mission, he keeps fit by biking and walking all day and lifting weights in the evening, making his young body both beautiful and fit. He is 19 years old and in peak physical condition yet his body is failing him. After hours on the cross, every muscle feels like it is on fire. His arms and legs, normally so strong, can barely lift him. His diaphragm can hardly expand enough to draw in air. For the first few hours, he fought the pain and the strain and struggled against the power of his own body weight.
In a state of shock after having the front and back of his young body brutally flogged, Alexei crawls to the cross, with Jared pushing and mocking him the whole way. "You think you are some hot shot Olympic swimmer? Fuck that!" Jared says, strapping the naked youth to the cross. In minutes, Alexei is dangling in midair, pinned like a bug. With his swimmer's physique and training, Alexei has no trouble holding his body in place, but he soon understands the power of the cross. No matter what he does, he can never stop tensing some set of muscles in his body, with no relief. The pain of it slowly grows, unrelenting. After an hour he is in a near panic. And he has nine more to go. Next week: Sheer agony.
Our helpless college boy is now bound standing, naked and hooded, his arms stretched along a horizontal beam dangling just below his shoulders. A few strokes from his tormentor, Jared, and his big cock is rock hard, again. "I'm starting to think you like this," Jared sneers, then tears into Garrett's chest, abs and back with his flogger. "I'll do anything! I'll suck your cock!" Garrett says. Jared just laughs. "You're gonna do that anyway, boy," he replies. Then Garrett hears a whir -and feels his arms being raised. "What are they going to do to me now?" he wonders. Next week: First a little fellatio.
"What are you going to do to me now?" Dirk asks Jared when the young sadist approaches with a bucket of water and an electric razor. "You're a little too hairy," Jared replies with a smirk, clicking on the razor and removing most of Dirk's armpit and chest hair. Dirk's naked body is arched on a table, his arms handcuffed to a chain on the floor, his ankles bound to the table legs. "You better not cut me!" he says as Jared moves the trimmers to his belly and pubes. Big mistake. Jared might be the silent type, but he has a long memory and Dirk is going to feel a lot more pain for that bit of disrespect. Ten minutes later, Dirk's torso is shaved clean but for a smattering of hair on his chest. "We like our boys clean in this dungeon," Jared adds. "I bet you do," Dirk replies sarcastically. Boy, this kid is going to suffer. He can only imagine how 30 pounds of lifeless weight feels stretching his scrotum. It was going to be one hour of pain; now it will be four.
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!
Curtis is one fine twink, with a bulbous butt and just enough muscle. Jared lays into the boy's back and ass hard with the flogger, making Curtis squeal and get up on his toes, his cock jumping with each blow. "And now you're gonna suck my cock," Jared announces. He is so turned on, having total control over this perfect boy toy, he rams his hard dick deep down the kid's throat, fucking his face then ordering him to jerk him off, pumping out a huge load of cum all over his throat and chest. But Curtis' ordeal has just begun. Jared pushes him into a new room down the hall and bolts him into a wooden pillory, naked, his lean stomach and pecs still scarred from an earlier whipping. "What are you doing now?" the teenager asks, as Jared straps on hard-rubber boxing gloves. "You'll see."
Garrett is minutes away from being crucified when Jared decides he wants his cock sucked first. "Suck my cock!" Jared sneers, whipping Garrett's abs even harder. "Yes! Yes! I'll do anything!" Garrett replies. A minute later, he's on his knees and Jared is ramming his hard cock down his throat. Garrett chokes and sputters, tears streaming down his face, until Jared finally pulls out and busts a massive load of cum all over the college kid's chest. "I'd let you go," Jared says, after making the boy lick his cock clean, "but my Master wants to see you ride the fuck cross." Next week: The fuck cross.
Young Curtis is bent over and locked in the pillory, completely naked and terrified. You can hear the fear in his whimpers. He knows he is going to be hurt; he just doesn't know how. Then Jared appears, wearing nothing but skin-tight athletic briefs. He holds a short, leather strap - a device made to beat a boy's ass. Jared spanks Curtis hard, then shows him a huge, rigid dildo. Curtis can't believe his eyes: The thing must be a foot long! The poor, helpless boy screams and moans as Jared fucks him for an hour. Curtis thinks his ordeal might be over, that the ass-fucking was the climax. He couldn't be more wrong. Jared puts a steel ring around the base of his balls, then attaches two electrodes. "What are you doing?" Curtis asks, on the verge of panic. Then the first shock hits. There are many more to come.
