After spending the night on the cross, finally cut down and allowed a few hours to rest, he wakes up, still naked, spread-eagled on a table, the base of his cock and balls encased by a steel ring. Jared is working his cock, which hardens in response. "You are going to cum for me, boy," Jared tells his slave. "But first I'm going to hurt you," he adds, attaching electrodes to the steel ring. Next week: Whipped, cums.
Marshall gradually regains consciousness. He's still on the table, naked, but his body has been stretched tauter. His torturer, Jared, is caressing him, clearly turned on by seeing him in pain and so totally helpless. Then the whip comes crashing down on his abs, then his chest. The blows get faster and harder. Marshall squirms in pain, but can barely move; the ropes are so tight. And they are about to get much, much tighter. "Agggggggg!" Marshall screams as his limbs are stretched nearly to their breaking point. "See you in a couple hours, boy," Jared sneers as he leaves Marshall throbbing in pain on the torture table. When he returns hours later, Jared tells Marshall the only way he will be freed is if he pumps out a huge load of cum. Marshall does what he is told. Next week: A stunningly beautiful Russian boy.
Alexei is a 20-year-old Russian swimmer training for the Russian National Olympic Team at the University of Nebraska. He has the lean, beautifully well-muscled, totally smooth body of an elite swimmer. But today he is not in the pool; he is standing in our dungeon, shaking in fear. His government, under scrutiny by Olympic officials, has accused him of illegal doping, and now he will be made an example of. He can agree to be severely tortured on camera by a professional American punishment team, us, or he can be sent back to Moscow and face the wrath of Putin. After being ordered to strip naked and having every detail of what will be done to him explained, Alexei agrees to our punishments. His torture begins immediately. Next week: Hard cock, more whipping.
Many of you have asked when cocky, arrogant Jared will be punished. The time has come. He has, once again, gone too far, scarring and damaging beautiful, young Noah to the point that he will need weeks of recovery - and will not be able to be sold to one of our favorite boy-collectors who had expressed interest in buying the boy, but now says he doesn't want "damaged goods." So, today, Jared sits naked on a small torture table, cocky as ever. We are going to do more than torture him. We are going to torture his balls. Do not do this at home. Jared is a special man with an extremely high pain tolerance. Next week: Yes, it can get worse.
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.
Jared is an extraordinary specimen, muscle from head to toe, with barely 5% body fat, lithe, like a long-distance runner. His beautiful body is bent backward, chained to a torture table. Forty pounds of steel weight has been attached to a tight Velcro strap wrapped around the base of his ball sack. The pain is unbearable, even for Jared, who has endured all that weight ripping at his balls for an hour. "We are just getting started with you, Jared," his master announces, attaching jumper cables to his ankle and to the chain attached to his wrists. The stud is repeatedly shocked - even as his balls are nearly ripped off. We have never made anyone suffer this badly - until now. Next week: The rack.
Alexei's lean swimmer's body is glistening with sweat, his muscles twitching, his diaphragm quivering. He moans in agony and desperation. He has been hanging on the cross for five hours - and has five more to go. This stunningly beautiful boy is completely naked and alone, suffering a long, slow torture that displays his body perfectly. By the end of hour nine, he is in a state of shock; anyone less fit would not survive. But Alexei does - and his punishment has just begun. Next week: Black table.
After hours on his back, his balls stretched almost to the ripping point, with electric current running through his lean body for minutes at a time, Jared is now laid on the rack, facedown, his beautiful ass and back vulnerable and ready for the whip. He knows he will be brutally flogged. He knows he will be stretched to his breaking point. What he doesn't know is that he will be whipped and stretched at the same time - and then left in total agony overnight. Next week: Sliced with the single-tail while stretched to the max.
Imagine being just another suburban teen, athletic and good looking. You've noticed older men eying your shirtless body and your big cock flopping around inside your basketball shorts when you shoot hoops in the park. You enjoy the attention, the power of your youthful beauty, but now that innocent play has turned dark. You have been stripped naked and bound, tortured and sexually , and now your tormentor is telling you to suck his cock, let him cum all over you and then jerk yourself off. You do it - everything he asks - you work your huge cock until it throbs. You take his cock all the way, until you choke. You swallow his pre-cum. You look up at him with wet eyes as he cums on your chest. Then you cum yourself, spewing a huge load just for him. Next week: A very hot Marshall returns.
"Why me?" Noah wonders. The answer is simple, boy: Because we want you. We want your youth and innocence. We want your boyish beauty and lean body. We want to feel your skin after it has been warmed by the flogger. We want to make your back to arch because we like seeing your stomach sucked-in extra hard. We want to stretch you to your breaking point because we love the sound of your boyish screams and the look of your athletic body elongated. We keep you blindfolded because we enjoy the shock on your face with each new torture. You see, the younger and more beautiful the boy, the more we want to hurt him. That's why. Next week: Beat that ass.
