The electrician, Chuy-8530, stands tall and confident, his rugged hands gripping the workbench as a pair of lips wrap around his hardness. The mouth is skilled, taking him deep, the tongue flickering like a live wire against his sensitive skin. The workshop is filled with the scent of ozone and sweat, the sounds of wet suction, and the quiet hum of machinery, a symphony of sensation that drives him closer to release.