Lance is the classic All-American boy: 6-foot-4, well built and strikingly good looking, with boyish features, gleaming teeth and glowing skin. Tied up to a concrete pole, in a cut-off T-shirt and black briefs, he exudes manly strength and sex appeal, with just a hint of vulnerability. “Stop, please,” he mutters when he feels a man’s hands on his body, then ripping off his shirt. Blindfolded, he can’t see the guy molesting him. “When I get out of here, you’ll be sorry!” he says, after his polite pleas have no effect. Then he screams “Let me out of here!” he at the top of his lungs. Then the whipping begins.