Grey’s second day of punishment begins now. He is allowed to rest, naked, curled up next to a wooden cross. An hour later he is bolted to the wood, arms spread, ankles strapped to the vertical beam, then raised upright. Axel Johnson, his neighbor, has fantasized about this moment for months: Seeing his naked, 18-year-old body displayed on the wood, stomach sucked in, ribcage straining against taut skin, pecs flattened. The boy’s body is even better than he expected, with muscular legs and shoulders and a beautiful chest and stomach topped off with fine nipples and deep armpits. And those moans of agony as the cross pulls him apart.
