We spot a beautiful blonde boy on Grindr with the name “Felix Maze.” His profile says he needs “some help with tuition” – code for an offer of sex for money. We offer him $500 if he’ll meet the dude on our fake profile at a local motel for a blow job. He’s to strip, put on a cock ring and greet the guy at the door naked. A few hours later “Felix” hears a knock, opens the door and feels a midst on his face. That’s the last thing he remembers – until a zap of electricity surges into his legs. “What the fuck!” he shouts, suddenly aware of his horrible dilemma: He’s in a concrete room, stretched out on a long table. His ankles are chained with heavy shackles above a spring. If he lowers his legs and touches the spring, he’s shocked – and continues to be shocked until he lifts his legs the few inches allowed by the chains. “What’s happening?” he yells, but there is no one in the room to hear him, just three cameras blinking red. He is totally alone – and about to be terribly tortured.

Felix wakes-up a second time in the dungeon. He is in complete blackness; a silk mask covers his eyes. He’s stretched flat on his back but with some slack. He can touch the leather cuffs around his wrists but as his fingers try to figure out the buckles, he feels his arms being pulled. “What’s happening?” he demands, as the click-click-click of the winch continues, in little bursts every minute or so. Soon he’s feeling the deep pain of the rack. “Why are you doing this?” he demands again, his body trembling, abs sucked in hard. His gasps of pain are filled with terror. “It hurts!” he screams, afraid his arms my pop out. After an hour he is covered in sweat, in total agony, but his young tendons have adjusted somewhat. Then there are more cranks of the winch. Oh, God, the pain! Then, suddenly, relief – until the whip crashes down on his lean, white abdomen.

Felix remains in darkness, behind a blindfold, but he can feel a presence – a man he cannot see who is holding a whip and has complete control over him. He is naked and completely helpless. The winch cranks a few times stretching him taut. Then the whip comes crashing down again, this time even harder and more rapid fire. Felix screams and thrashes, his beautiful, lean abdomen and well-defined chest turning red from the whip. A few more cranks and he’s totally stretched. And the whipping intensifies. Then everything goes dark, something deeper than sleep. He “wakes up” feeling great tension in his arms are shoulders and pecs. He’s hanging from a cross! Naked, in the same room. He tries to relieve the stress by shifting his body weight but there is nothing he can do. He sees the same cameras blinking at him. “Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?” he asks, but there is no answer. Just the pain of crucifixion.

Felix awakes suddenly, as if from a terrible dream, only to realize the nightmare is real. He is naked, taped to a chair made of metal mesh, covered with a special copper paint that turns the chair into a giant conductor. “Why are you doing this?” Felix whispers right before the first 10-second zap of current flows into his young body. He is such a handsome boy, well-built, blonde and blue-eyed, with a cleft chin and a square jaw, creamy skin and pink nipples, the kind of boy most people want to kiss and caress and fuck. But all we want to do is torture him, enjoying his boyish screams and his lithe body convulsing seductively. After several shocks, Felix feints, but he’s shocked back to reality. “Please…” he begs, but the shocks continue, one after the other.

It’s happening again. Felix regains consciousness in a new position. This time he is bound to an X-shaped, wooden platform. He’s blindfolded, in total darkness, but he can feel the wood against his naked body. He’s flat on his stomach. His wrists are handcuffed underneath the X, his legs spread and cuffed to its ends. “Hello? Are you there? What are you going to do to me?” Felix asks, panting nervously. Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, a whip comes crashing down onto his shoulder blades. Then again. And again. He can’t see a thing, so each lash is a terrifying surprise – and feels like a cut from a knife. “Oh, please!” he begs, but the blows keep coming, until his back and ass are a mass of angry welts. Then the midst of liquid fire – rubbing alcohol – lands on his fresh wounds. His boyish screams echo off the walls as his beautiful, firm ass bounces up and down.

Poor Felix is in another terrible dilemma: This time he has five-pound weights taped to his palms, which are strapped to the X-cross with elastic bands. If he doesn’t elevate his hands the inch or two allowed by the bands, his hands will touch pressure-sensitive pads that send electric current surging into his balls. The anonymous man torturing Felix clearly has a thing for making fit, young men endure horrible muscle stress or torture themselves – a terrible psychological as well as physical torture. Felix looks amazing: naked, stretched out on his back, his abs fluttering with pain, his arms trembling from the stress. Soon, the lean, young man is glistening with sweat and panting with fear and exhaustion. The period between each drop of his arms shortens and the length of the contact with the pads increases until Felix literally faints from exhaustion and pain, the current zapping his balls nonstop for minutes, his body shaking in unconscious agony.

Felix is half-unconscious, on his knees, naked and blindfolded in the dungeon. He has lost track of time with no memory of the periods between his various tortures. He knows he’s been fed, his bowels emptied, his body cleaned, but he doesn’t know when or how. Today, he is lifted off the floor by his wrists until he’s standing, spread-eagled. A whip suddenly crashed into his stomach. “Why are you doing this to me?” he asks. A flurry of rapid-fire, hard lashes cut into his chest and stomach until they are bright red. The whip even hits his cock and balls. The beating continues for a half-hour then Felix feels hands on his body, caressing him and slapping his wounds. The hands work his cock. He gets hard. Suddenly his hands are free and he knows he must cum – anything to please this man. His huge cock erupts with a huge load of cum. “I came for you!” he says. “Can I go?” No, not now. Maybe if you weren’t so beautiful, so young and so innocent. Maybe in a few years.