In a cramped, dimly lit locker room, the dominant hunk, clad in his authoritative uniform, towers over his young, trembling subordinate. He lights up a cigarette, the tip glowing like a devil's ember. "Open wide," he commands, and the younger man obliges, receiving a mouthful of smoke. The master then stubs out the cigarette on the sole of his boot, grinding it in, before forcing the subordinate to clean it with his tongue. The scent of smoke and the taste of ash fill the air as the dominant hunk uses his subordinate's mouth as a personal ashtray, spitting and smoking his way to satisfaction.