After collapsing from the electro-shock to his balls, Julian hangs limp from his chains, bent over, waiting for his next torture. “Wake up, boy!” Anthony Martin says, zapping the stud with a cattle prod then grabbing his balls, making sure he knows he is completely powerless. “Please, I beg you,” Julian says in his broken English, eying Anthony’s red-and-black, leather whip. The first blow slices his back, making him jump with shock and pain. The blows keep coming, crisscrossing his muscular back and ass with angry welts. Anthony mists the fresh wounds with rubbing alcohol, making Julian shake with pain, flexing every muscle in his perfect body. The only break he gets from the agony is when Anthony pauses to grope his muscles and genitals and slap his ass and abs.