Andrew is a "gay for pay" straight boy who makes a nice living cleaning houses in the buff and flattering his older gay clients. He's gotten cocky, thinking his sweet smile and rock-hard body will get him out of doing any actual work. Now he's bolted to a wall and hooded. "I know I've been bad, but I'll do better," he pleads. His muscles and charm are of little use to him now. Next week: The whipping post.

Exhausted, Andrew is allowed to unbolt himself from the wall. Little does he know that his beauty is his worst enemy. This man must inflict pain on such a perfect boy. The first step: shave him clean. Next week: Razor-burn, alcohol and the whip.

"You got some razor-burn, boy," the man says with a smile, then sticks a moist rag under Andrew's nose. The alcohol is like liquid fire as it coats his freshly shaved torso. "I don't deserve this!" he screams, just before the whip lashes into his chest. After dozens of blows, the moaning boy is left tied to the upright, overnight, with only his pain for companionship. Next week: Meeting the wood.

Exhausted after his night tied upright in a cell, Andrew is readied for more punishment. Glove-like leather cuffs are strapped on both wrists, which are then hooked and tied to a thick wooden beam. When the beam starts to rise, Andrew realizes what's in store for him, but nothing could prepare him for the pain that shoots through his arms and chest when his feet leave the ground. Next week: Mid-air crucifixion.

Crucified in mid-air, Andrew kicks and screams until his ankles are strapped to a beam protruding two feet from the floor, allowing him to use his powerful legs to relieve the stress on his arms and chest. Soon his legs tire, and his whole body is in agony, muscles glistening, pecs and arms stretched to the limit, abs sucked in, thighs bulging. But there is no relief. Next week: On his back.

"What are you going to do to me?" Andrew asks, sitting naked on a rubber mat, his ankles chained in front of him. "Lie back!" the man shouts. Andrew obeys. Soon he is spread-eagle, shivering on the cold floor, flexing against the tight chains. The man rubs Andrew's body, enjoying the thick chest, chiseled abs, amazing thighs and ample balls. Andrew moans, but all he can do is take it. Next week: More pain.

We loosen the chains stretching Andrew's upper body so he can move a bit and flex those abs. His feet, however, remain spread and fixed in place. "What's that?" he asks, when he sees the crop. He can't believe the pain of the first snap to the sole of his foot — and it gets faster and harder. Andrew screams as he trashes around in total agony, but we're just getting started. Next week: Muscle-bound deliveryman.