Ethan Sinns and Sumner Blayne dial up the voltage in this Fisting Inferno spectacle, where pain and pleasure fuse into one white-hot circuit. Ethan, a masochistic hunk with a penchant for extremes, starts the scene shackled in a sling—cock throbbing, body primed for punishment. Sumner Blayne, a muscle-bound sadist is in a neon-yellow wrestling singlet that barely contains his monstrous erection or his twisted imagination. His weapon of choice? A buzzing electric zapper, poised to turn Ethan’s nerves into fireworks.
The torture begins tenderly: Sumner teases Ethan’s nipples with light shocks, each jolt making the bottom’s abs clench and his cock drip. “*You *like* that, don’t you?*” Sumner purrs, before zapping Ethan’s swollen balls and piss slit, eliciting a scream that morphs into a moan. Ethan’s hole twitches in anticipation—and Sumner delivers, lubing his fat dick with the bottom’s own pre-cum before spearing him raw.
The contrast is chef’s kiss: Sumner’s singlet clings to his sweaty quads as he pistons into Ethan’s ass, the sling creaking under their combined force. Ethan, meanwhile, is a masterpiece of degradation—mouth agape, tears streaking his cheeks, his body convulsing between pain and euphoria. “Beg for it,” Sumner growls, landing one final shock on Ethan’s taint before slamming home, his balls slapping the bottom’s ass as he unloads deep.
Post-nut, Sumner smirks at the camera: “Some guys just need a little… motivation.” Ethan, still trembling, manages a dazed grin—proof that for true pain connoisseurs, agony is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
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