Our beautiful captive Topher is bolted to a wall at his wrists and ankles. Hes been whipped, stretched and fucked mercilessly. He can only imagine what his cruel torturer Jared is going to do him next. At first Jared just strokes his body and cock appreciatively. Then he announces: I love beating the shit out of pretty boys like you as he puts on a pair of boxing gloves. And these arent heavily padded, ordinary boxing gloves. They are hard-rubber training gloves meant for the heavy bag. They hurt like hell, multiplying the of each blow. Jared, solid muscle from head to toe, pounds Topher long and hard. This it a gut-punching fantasy come true. Next week: Clothespins.
Neill mutters as his magnificent body is bound to a wooden cross on the floor. Moments later he is lifted into place. For Cole, completely nude but for his boots, crucifying a muscle boy is his greatest sexual fantasy. For now, Neills powerful legs can provide some relief, but he knows his strength will give out and he will suffer terribly for most of his eight hours on the cross. But first he will be utterly humiliated. Cole grabs Neills cock. Despite the strain of the cross and his best efforts not to get aroused, Neills cock is soon rock hard. Cole continues stroking until the muscle stud finally busts a massive load of cum. Next week: Crucified muscle.
Seth knew his 48 hours of torture would be horrible. He knew he would suffer. But, still, he cant believe the pain of the whip. Plus, he is doubly traumatized; all the pain he suffered at the hands of his abductors five years ago floods back into his mind as this powerful, muscular man whips his back and ass raw. Seths lean, fit body has almost no fat to protect his muscles and internal organs, so each blow not only rips his skin but feels like a punch.
With gobs of cum drying on his ripped abs, muscle boy Neill is crucified. At first, the personal trainer, in prime physical condition, can heave himself up and relieve the strain on his chest and his legs. But hour after hour he gradually weakens. His powerful body begins to distort: his armpits deepen; his ribs become more prominent; his lats flare; his biceps and pecs stretch to their limit. But the unrelenting strain continues, for hours more, causing constant, unbearable agony. When Neill is finally cut down, his magnificent body collapses to the floor, arms still spread, convulsing. He will never be the same. Next week: Soldier boy.
Seths court-ordered torture continues. Fuck you, Seth mutters over his shoulder as torture expert Jared approaches. Fuck it, Jared replies and pulls off his boxing gloves. Seth is about to be beat with hard fists, not rubber gloves a form of beating that is technically illegal and could get Jared into deep trouble, but he doesnt care; he wants to make this kid suffer. A half-hour later Seth is collapsed on the floor, too weak to stand. Jared allows him only a few minutes of rest. He yanks Seth up onto his feet and bolts him to the wall again, this time facing out. Please, Seth begs, just before the whip cuts into his torso. Next week: The flogging intensifies.
Lt. Lance Schafer is a military intelligence officer on his first mission. Barely 21, he is cocky and inexperience. Now he has been captured by an unknown enemy. He is literally bolted to a wall by his wrists and ankles. Blindfolded and gagged, he has been stripped of his uniform, down to his military-issue jock and camouflage T-shirt. Like most young Army officers, he wears his T-shirts tight, proud of his fit, young body. You are going to pay for this, he blurts out when Jared rips off his tape gag. Jared just laughs and punches the young man hard in the gut the first of several hard blows to his body. The young officer remains defiant. Fuck you! I am not going to talk no matter what you do to me. Well see if the whip will loosen his lips. Next week: Flipped around.
Seth knew he would be whipped, but he had no idea he would be beaten so mercilessly, not just on his back and ass but up and down the front of his body. He is completely helpless, bolted at his wrists, ankles and neck, his entire body exposed and vulnerable. The pain gets worse with every blow, the whip cutting into increasingly sensitive skin. Jared even whips Seths cock, which is technically illegal, but Jared knows hell get away with it. Ooops, hell claim, I missed. Soon, Seths lean, hairless body is completely covered, from his knees to his throat, with deep, red welts. Pure beauty. Next week: Clothespin Torture.
Seth moans in agony, utterly exhausted, his chest and genitals throbbing in pain. He has been standing, bolted against a concrete wall, dozens of clothespin digging into his flesh, for 12 hours. The tip of his cock the most sensitive part of his body is clamped with a special alligator clip. After all this time, the intense pain has subsided to a continuous throb and Seth has settled into a state of semi-consciousness. But that is about to change. Jared enters and removes Seths blackout hood, bringing him back to reality. He pulls off the clips one by one. Seth screams in pain as the rushes back to the bruised flesh. Jared, always the sadist, then slaps, squeezes and whips the pin scares.
Its day two of Lt. Lance Schafers captivity. After literally being shocked , he is now, hours later, gradually regaining consciousness. He lies on his stomach, tied down to a table, wearing nothing but a torn jock strap, his firm, young ass bare and exposed, when Jared, the young man who has been torturing him, enters and squeezes his ass cheeks, clearly appreciating them. Lance is disgusted but there is nothing he can do. Jared cuts off the jock and steps back.
After hours on the rack, Seth is allowed a brief rest alone in the dungeon. He knows the cameras are watching him. He knows the men torturing him are enjoying his body. He can feel the lust in Jareds touch and see it in the older mans lingering gaze. Seth begins to work his cock. Im going to cum for you! he whispers to the camera in an act of total desperation, convinced that he can please these men and earn their sympathy. Even after hours of torture, the young stud pumps out a huge load of cum, covering his abs. Please, he pleads, adding plaintively, I came for you. Jared just snickers. Its not my choice, he , pulling Seth down and stretching him spread-eagled. His chest- and ab-whipping with the single-tail is next. Next week: Jared exceeds the limits.
Talk! the interrogated barks at the top of his lungs. Go fuck yourself! Lt. Lance Schafer barks back, his beautiful chest and stomach covered with red welts from dozens of brutal whip blows. Lance is determined to reveal nothing but his name, rank and serial number, as demanded by the Geneva Conventions. The interrogator and his muscular assistant dont care one wit about such legal niceties. They will torture this young soldier until he breaks and theyll enjoy every minute of it. Lance is flipped around and bolted to the wall again. Hes punched hard in the kidneys, then his muscular back and firm, round ass, framed by his jock strap, are brutally whipped. We have all day, lieutenant. Talk or suffer: It is completely your choice. Next week: The electric chair.
Jared continues to whip Seth, who cant help but admire Jareds now shirtless torso even though he knows those muscles are the instruments of his torture. Jared decides to get in a few more bare-knuckle punches, pummeling Seth up and down his body, when his boss appears unannounced. Goddamit, Jared! the man screams. Do you want to get us sued? I should put you on the cross for that! Under the law, all punches are to be delivered with padded fists. Sorry, sir, Jared replies, with a smirk. Ill deal with him later, the man thinks. Now it is time to ring Seths pecs and ball sack with biting clothespins and leave him bolted to the wall, writhing in pain, overnight. Next week: Next morning, pins off.
All Lt. Lance Schafer remembers is passing out in pain, bolted to a wall. Blindfolded and in complete darkness, he has loss track of time. Regaining consciousness, he realizes he is sitting on a metal chair in a cold room, bound by duct tape at his forearms and ankles. Then he hears the mans voice: Are you ready to talk, lieutenant? he asks. Fuck you! Lance replies. He feels the young mans hands on his chest and abs is that a sexual touch? then the biting pain of steel clamps clipped to his nipples. His blindfold is removed. Hes in a dark room with these two men. The older man sits in a chair directly opposite him. He is calmly explaining how electric current is about to travel through Lances body. Next week: Shocked over and over.
Still not half-way through his 48-hours of torture, even after spending the night on the wall, Seth is hauled, naked, into another dark, dank room and spread-eagled face down on a low table. Jared, the muscular young man who has been torturing him, unhooks a long, black bullwhip from the wall and slaps the wall with it, causing a load crack.
After his brutal back- and ass-whipping, after a full day of torture, with only a fitful rest while standing bolted to a wall, Seth lies on his wounded back literally convulsing in pain, his fit, young body showing the early effects of extreme fatigue. But Seth still has much torture to endure. How can you do this? he mutters as his wrists are attached to a winch and his body is stretched. Then his chest and abs are whipped. He cannot believe the cruelty. He will remain like this, painfully stretched, muscles cramping, begging for relief, for hours.
Lance looks at the shirtless, muscular young man with the whip, pleading with his eyes. This is no ordinary whipping. Lance is being lashed with a bullwhip while his lean body is stretched, making it even more sensitive to the cutting power of the whip. Talk! the man demands. Or we will crank you even tighter and leave you in agony for 10 hours! Lance remains silent. He will suffer unbelievable agonies for his country and his soldiers and will tell these men nothing. The next day his body is so broken, he offers no resistance as he is unbound, flipped over and spread-eagled on his back. He then realizes the whole process will now be repeated on his chest and abs. Next week: Electricity.
Perry has spent the night in a cage, naked and alone, arms cuffed behind him, when Cole return, drags him back into the dungeon and places him in a pillory. Cole caressing Perrys back with a long, weaved tail of leather. Perry is terrified, knowing this new whip will be ten times worse than the flogger used on him yesterday. But its even worse than that. Perrys cries of agony are music to Coles ears. Why are you doing this to me? Perry sputters. Because I can, Cole replies. Next week: and a longer single-tail.
Pretty boy Topher cant believe what is happening to him. He is in a cold, damp room, naked, with two men a large, older man who appears to be in charge and a young, muscular stud who follows the older mans commands and seems to enjoy hurting people. Topher is on his knees and elbows, clamped into some kind of device that keeps his butt up in the air. Then the man shows him the hard-rubber dildo that will be rammed into his virgin asshole. Oh, god. Next week: Fucked harder.
Jared's magnificent body, glistening with sweat, covered with welts from the bull whip, is distorted by many hours on the cross. You can see it most profoundly in his elongated arms and the serrations in his chest, his once powerful biceps and pecs stretched to the breaking point. He is in such pain, he is nearly silent, with just the occasional moan of agony. By the tenth hour, his abdomen is sucked in so hard his ribs look like they will burst through his skin. By the eleventh hour, he is utterly collapsed, limp, in a state of shock, his abs fluttering in little spurts of deep, inner fatigue. When he is finally cut down, he remains in a state of shock for hours, too weak to lift himself up off the floor. Next week: Cole tricks a trick.
