In a few years, half the young men in America will be unemployable. Adopting strange names advertising their status, many good-looking youths do the only thing they can: become “fantasy boys.” With a smooth, well-built body, Izzy Danger, 21, will earn more in a few days as a fantasy boy than he makes in three months on the dole. “I can do this,” he says as he signs the government-approved contract explaining that his body will not be “seriously damaged” nor sexually penetrated by another man, since that would be a crime. Blindfolded and chained to a wall, he pants nervously as his shirt is ripped open, then bellows in shock and agony as his hairless torso is flogged mercilessly.

Izzy Danger has been alone, blindfolded, spreadeagled against a wall, naked but for his tiny briefs, for hours, his torso scarred from his first flogging. Izzy is a classic fantasy boy, his lean body nearly hairless but for the pubes peaking above his briefs. The flogging resumes, now even harder. The boy whimpers and flexes as the whip crashes into his abs and chest – and his genitals. He knew he would suffer but not like this. Yet, to his credit, he allows the fantasy to continue. To drop out now would be unthinkable; he’d be shunned and impoverished. Then the man rips off the briefs and grabs Izzy’s cock and balls, squeezing them painfully before whipping him again.

His blindfold removed, young Izzy Danger can see the nasty whip wounds on his ribs and stomach and something terrifying: electrodes, one red, one black, attached to the chain binding his arms and neck. He tries desperately to reach the spring-loaded devices, knowing they could, at any moment, send current surging into his naked body, but they are just out of his reach. Suddenly the current flows, not into his arms, as he expected – his wrist-cuffs are insulated – but into his neck, until he touches both hands to the chain; then the current switches to his arms and chest. The voltage is just enough to cause his body to convulse but not inflict genuine damage. His lean muscles jump and shake as he’s shocked over and over. He endures the torture beautifully until he’s a gasping hunk of boy-flesh hanging by the chains.

Izzy Danger is strapped to a steel platform, naked, his legs bound together and pulled taut, so his feet are kept within a steel frame. Electrodes are attached to the frame, but they seem to be inert. Suddenly, zap! Current surges into Izzy's calves and ankles resting on the lower rails so he jerks his feet up – and is shocked again when his skin touches the upper rails! The lean, young athlete must keep my legs elevated within the narrow frame or be shocked! Soon the strain of holding his legs in mid-air makes his abs ache and his legs tremble so he must lower them and be shocked. It’s a game of exhaustion vs. pain – and it goes on for hours.

In America’s dystopian future, idle young men like Izzy Danger can sell themselves as “fantasy boys,” but they cannot have sexual intercourse; that would be prostitution, both a crime and a mortal sin. That was perfect for Izzy, who has never been fucked. But there is a loophole: a machine isn’t a man. So, today, Izzy's fine, young ass, covered with lash wounds, is fucked long and hard by a machine mounted with a dildo that pounds his virginal asshole continuously for hours, making his whole body tremble and convulse as he moans seductively. Suddenly, the pain gets even worse, as the man torturing him beats the wounds on his ass and the soles of his feet, all while he’s being fucked. Then the machine is turned to full throttle and young Izzy is pounded into oblivion.

Nearly delirious from exhaustion and pain after being fucked for hours by a machine, fantasy boy Izzy Danger is flipped over onto his back. His lean, hairless body, with just the right amount of muscle, is crisscrossed with lash wounds. His breathing is labored. His brain is swimming, but he thinks he will be released shortly, after the man enjoys playing with his abs and cock while he flexes and twitches. He is shocked when the single-tail whip used on his back and ass suddenly crashes down onto his chest and stomach, over and over, covering his boyish flesh with new welts, which the man then sprays with rubbing alcohol.

With his lithe body covered with lash wounds and his young muscles quivering in agony, fantasy boy Izzy Danger mumbles to himself unintelligibly. The man torturing him loves his body: its thin waist and broad chest, boyishly lean but with just enough muscle to make him a man. Today young Izzy suffers the worst torture yet: Electrodes placed at both wrists and ankles repeatedly shock him, making his body arch off the table in agony then collapse, twitching and jerking as he moans seductively. The next day he remains chained on the table but still cums on command after being whipped with a riding crop.