Brad was a jock, and he liked getting it off with other jocks. He met a studly guy at one of the bars, hit it off, and accepted his invitation to head over to his place. He last remembered a brief moment of a kiss, and a rag was pushed up against his face. When he woke up, he was bound and blindfolded. He didn't like it but he imagined it could be part of a scene. He felt a presence bhind him, and figured it was his new fuck buddy. But when the blindfold came off, he saw he was in a cavern-like room outfitted with some strange paraphernalia. He saw the computer, and then the gasmask. There was a small table with what he took to be various chemicals. A tipped-over basket had what looked like used underwear and jackstraps falling out of it. And then he spotted a naked, bloody body lying lifeless on the floor. Then his imprisoner presented himself in a horrifying blood-spatteredd hockey mask. And then there was the chainsaw. He hoped it was for show, but one by one his limbs c...