Claude Nikotine's latest conquest, a tough-talking chav with a hidden submissive streak, finds himself in over his head. The alpha master, in a mood to dominate, forces the scally into a gas mask rebreather, cutting off his air supply and heightening his senses. The faggot, now at the mercy of his master, is subjected to intense CBT, his cock and balls aching from the relentless torment. The master, watching the chav's struggle with satisfaction, pushes him further, his voice echoing in the mask, 'Breathe harder, faggot. You're going to need it for what's coming.'