Blond boy Leo Edwards is spread-eagled on the torture table, naked, his alabaster skin glistening against the black felt, his abs sucked in, pecs stretched, armpits deep and hollow. Young master Grant Dixon enters with his favorite whip, a short, nasty flogger. Being that lean not only looks good, it makes the pain of the whip much worse. Grant lays into Leo’s torso, flogging him from his pubes to his pecs. The whip wraps around his ribcage and waist leaving horrible welts on his once-flawless skin. Leo’s screams and whimpers, the way he begs with his eyes, his gasps for breath, the writhing of his agonized body is a trip to heaven for Grant.