Deacon, a young, melancholic emo, is stripped bare, his pale skin marked with ink and rope, as he's secured to a chair. His legs are spread wide, his cock leaking pre-cum, as he awaits the unknown. The room darkens, and a towering figure appears, their face obscured. They circle Deacon, running a gloved hand over his body, pinching his nipples, and slapping his ass. Deacon moans, his body writhing as much as his bonds allow. The figure produces a vibrator, teasing Deacon's hole before turning it on, making him squirm and beg for more.