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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.
Beautiful Kory is spread-eagled on his stomach, legs spread. The boy is the perfect teen twink: Lean and well proportioned, with just enough muscle and a nice, firm ass. His skin is creamy and flawless - the perfect target for the whip. "I own you," Jared says as he caresses the helpless youth. Then Kory sees the whip. Jared teases him with the whip, sending the innocent boy into spasms of fear. Then the whipping begins. Kory screams as the leather cuts into his body make Jared even more brutal. Soon the boy's back and ass are bright red, covered with welts. Jared is even crueler with the nag crop, attacking the boy's super-sensitive soles, again, and smacking the fresh wounds on his ass.
Wearing nothing but a pair of footy shorts and sporty cleats, Joe is securely tied with his arse in the air. Theres nothing this terrified straight man can do to protect his arse from being exposed as the shorts are slid up his legs. In this position Joe cant turn away from Dave who gobs into the crevice of his arse so his spit pools over his sphincter. This resistant fucker needs to learn his place. Hes given a severe belting which leaves his bum burning red. Dave plunges multiple fingers into Joes arsehole till his cunt is sloppy wet and loose. Joe sneers at men cottaging in toilets so here he becomes a human urinal as a funnel is inserted in his arse and Dave fills his anal cavity with piss. With a plug inserted in his anus, the pressure of all that piss sloshing around inside him is agonizing! Joe will do anything to make it stop. Dave plants his arse cheeks over Joes proud face and makes him slide his tongue up inside his stinking hole. At the same time Dave punches down Joes tor.
Garrett's sexual humiliation continues. Not only is he stripped naked, totally helpless and covered with lash marks, he's now stroked and made to get hard - then whipped some more. He is left alone for hours, then flipped over onto his stomach. Now the older man has his way with the boy's ass, ripping off what's left of his tiny running shorts, then groping and flogging his muscular back and beautiful ass.
Jared is in the mood for some "playtime" with a hot twink, a boy toy he can completely dominate. So he puts on a sexy, ripped muscle shirt and heads out to the bar. He returns with Wyatt and chains him in the dungeon, hooded and barefoot. The boy has been there for three hours when he suddenly feels Jared's body against his. "Why are you doing this?" Wyatt asks. He's always, secretly, wanted to be dominated, even hurt, but he's terrified. "I need a little playtime," Jared replies with a smirk, ripping the kid's T-shirt off. Then Wyatt hears the unmistakable sound of a leather whip hitting a hard surface and he begins to tremble in fear. "This guy is going to whip me!" he screams inside his head. He's right. And boy is it going to hurt.
Glen gingerly licks the sticky phallus until Jared shoves it down his throat, making him to suck off then swallow the cum still coating it. What, you dont like me? Jared bellows, smacking Glens now soft cock while admiring the massive pool of his own cum drying on Glens chest.
Beautiful, young Wyatt is back! Jared has kept him locked in a tiny cage for the last two weeks, naked and shaved clean. The slave has been fed and exercised so he's ready for more torture. Jared drags Wyatt from his cage and bolts him to the cross. The kid has never been crucified before but quickly learns the simple power of the cross. He is fit and compact, with a good strength-to-weight ratio, so he can hold himself in place for several minutes before the ache - then the agony - sets in. Soon, however, the slave is gasping in pain, glistening with sweat, his legs shaking. And then things get worse: First Jared puts a ball-crusher on Wyatt's balls, then hangs a heavy iron weight from it. Wyatt moans in agony. He needs relief! And he gets it, sort off. Jared attaches electrodes to the metal ball crusher and Wyatt's wrist and places a stool covered with pressure-sensors in front of him. The slave can step on the stool to relieve the pull of his body against the cross, but even slight.
