In the dimly lit dungeon, Ifoslave's master teases him with the prickly nettle, running it along his slave's sweat-slicked body, making him shiver. The master's fingers dance around Ifoslave's cock, never quite touching it, until he can't take the anticipation anymore. With a growl, the master pushes the nettle into Ifoslave's cock, making him cry out. The slave's body tenses, his cock throbbing as the stinging plant works its magic, pushing him closer to the edge of a painful, ecstatic release.