Southern boy Topher is naked on the bondage table, his cock, balls, nipples and navel throbbing, clamped with over a dozen clothespins. He has been in total darkness for so long hes lost track of time. Suddenly, his hood is removed. Who are you? Why are you doing this, he sputters, blinking at a strange, middle-aged man hovering over him with a glint of lust in his eyes. Welcome to hell, pretty boy, the man smirks, before pulling off the clips from his nipples and beating the damaged flesh. The boys torture has just become. Stretch him, Jared, the man announces, and Topher hears a click, click, click then feels his body stretching. Next week: Jerked off in pain.