Young athlete Nikolai suffers with stoic resignation. He knows he must suffer. All he can do is endure. The leather bullwhip continues to cut his ass and back, slash after slash, followed by searing mists of alcohol on the fresh wounds. Then Nikolai is lifted up onto his toes, every muscle in his body stretched as if he were on a rack, and left to hang like that for hours, alone, in agony. Hours later he is lowered to the ground, only to be hauled up again, this time upside-down. Jared tears into him again with the whip. After his back and ass are a maze of welts, Jared switches to a longer bullwhip, delivering quick, intense snaps to his already wounded skin, followed by more mists of alcohol. Then Nikolai is left hanging by his ankles for another two hours, a perfect boy tortured endlessly.