Sometimes simplicity is best: No whip, no electro, no pins, just a naked muscle boy gagged and cuffed and hung by the ceiling. But this is no ordinary stringing up. Jeremy’s wrists are cuffed behind his back. His ankles are spread and cuffed, too. And a bite-gag designed for suspension is shoved in his mouth and wrapped around the back of his neck and a D-ring, just under his nose, is attached to a chain from the ceiling. Jeremy looks like a bound god, muscles rippling, arms flexing, cock jumping, as he struggles. Then Felix Frost enters and turns a crank that slowly winches Jeremy up onto his toes, literally hanging by his face and neck. The slave will hang like that for hours, his back and neck arched, his well-muscled body agonized by its own weight, an unbelievably beautiful sight, accompanied by deep moans of gagged anguish. He will be whipped, tomorrow, by the floggers in front of him, but first he must suffer, for hours, simply and beautifully.