A few slaps across his face bring Dave out of his chloroform stupor. He looks up at and the man hovering over him and moans something unintelligible. He can reach his tape gag so he rips it off. "Who the fuck are you? Why are you doing this to me?" he screams -- until his sweaty gym shirt is shoved deep into his mouth. Then the winch starts to crank. Torture time. Next week: Instant hard-on.

The man cuts away the front of Dave's jock and out pops a nice cock. Dave's whole body shudders with pain as the man beats him with the crop, getting closer and closer to his dick. Surprisingly, the boy's dick swells with each blow — and smacking his hard dick makes him even harder. In minutes Dave is rock hard and spewing cum. Next week: The flogging has just begun.

With cum still hardening on his stomach, Dave's mind races: Oh god, this whip hurts. When will it stop? What's next? Dave has no idea the sole reason for his torture is his beauty. If he didn't spend all that time at the gym and the salon, he'd be home. Clips on his nipples bring a whole new level of pain. Then the lights go out and he's alone. Next week: The iron bar.

After his long night on the bondage table, Dave awakes untied, only to discover he's locked in this cement room. He's playing with himself on the floor when the man returns. "Get your hands off your dick!" the man barks, then orders Dave to place his wrists and ankles in a steel brace. "You thought were gonna get off easy, didn't you boy?" the man asks, placing a steel clamp on the helpless man's dick. The screams echo off the wall. Next week: Whipping his feet.

Having his dick clamped has become a constant throb instead of a screaming pain, but Dave still moans in agony and protest. The man caresses his feet with the crop. Dave soon realizes that one's soles are the most sensitive parts of the body — besides the tip of the penis. Next week: Trevor returns.