Private Timarrie Baker remains spread-eagled on his back on the torture table, completely naked, his proud cock slightly engorged, his stunning. Jared continues to interrogate the boy-soldier, but Timarrie won’t reveal anything but his name, rank and serial number, just like they taught him in boot camp. He is young and strong and can endure terrible agonies. And now he will suffer even more. Jared adds a series of iron plates to a steel bar connected to Timarrie’s wrists via pulleys. Each weight stretches him further, making his spine and joints scream in agony. And then he gets out the single-tail whip again.
