Isaac is compact and muscular, but his strength can’t help him now, as he hangs, spreadeagled, on an inclined table. It’s like being crucified: A his body is pulled apart by its own weight, he can’t get a footing. All he can do is shift the strain from his legs to his shoulders. Axel Johnson, smiling, attaches clothespins to the boy’s nipples then all over his cock and balls. Now Isaac must suffer the active pain of over a dozen pins biting into his most sensitive flesh and the passive pain being pulled apart by his own weight.
