Chap, a seasoned submissive, finds himself in a cold, stark dungeon, secured to a St. Andrew's cross. His body, adorned with sweat and welts, quivers as a masked Dom, wielding a riding crop, circles him. A leather gag stretches his mouth wide, muffling his grunts. The Dom's gloved hands wrap around Chap's throbbing erection, pumping aggressively as Chap's eyes roll back, lost in a haze of pain and pleasure.