Don't worry. The blindfold is coming off soon.

 

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 came off. He was conscious enough to take in his new form before the lights went out as the chainsaw made its way through his neck.