Ashton Bradley's eyes widen in surprise as Deacon Hunter secures a pinwheel to his helmet, the sharp ends prickling his skin. Bound to a chair, Ashton writhes, the pinwheel's torturous pleasure sending jolts of electricity through his body. Deacon, standing tall and dominant, toys with Ashton, running his hands over Ashton's hard, aching cock, denying him release. Ashton's moans fill the air, his body a canvas of red welts and unspent desire, as Deacon continues his cruel, delicious game of tease and denial.