Moments later, Stratton, a wiry disciplinarian in full leather regalia, hurtles the voyeuristic sailor, Andrews, into the bunk room of the ominous old freighter. With a practiced choke-hold, he soon forces the young salt into a series of dildo games, water sports, and after manacling him to the ceiling, extensive flogging. The intensity of
this new experience prompts a devastating premature ejaculation from Andrews, but that does not deter Stratton, who locks his prey into a gas mask and proceeds to clip dozens of black clothespins onto the
vulnerable flesh of his underarms, sides of his torso, both tits, the shaft of his towering erection, and his lowhanging scrotum. Although the experience is excruciating, Stratton isn’t finished yet. Next, he yanks each of the pins away to the muffled screams of his now willing captive and moves in for the coup de grace, a debauched experiment with a medical bag of saline solution that is drip injected directly into the youth’s ball-sac. As the young swabby’s scrotum balloons to elephantine proportions, the terrifyingly inventive master produces an electric rake and proceeds to prod and zap every inch of the recruit’s helpless body. And that is how Stratton leaves Andrews, hanging from pipes in the ceiling for his buddies to find him.