He is already kneeling in front of our beautiful feet when we light our cigarettes. The mesh of the gas mask adheres perfectly to his face sealing every breath inside that extremely suffcating prison. We look down on him as we order him to touch his dick. He obeys but his hands start to shake. Meanwhile his breathing becomes more and more labored inside that mask where the oxygen starts to be less and less. My friend and I exchange a knowing look then we take a puff of smoke and slowly blow it into the tube that leads directly into the mask and at this point the little oxygen left becomes just a distant memory. He is agitated, he tries to breathe but he knows he has to continue masturbating... Where will he find the necessary energy? It is a good question that my beautiful friend and I want to find the answer to... He tries to get back into the rhythm, in a desperate fight with life and while we take another puff, another poisonous cloud expands inside the tube. At this point his movements become slower, his chest swells desperately but we continue in turn, one after the other, without giving him any respite. His breathing turns into a muffled rattle inside the mesh, his hands stop. He can no longer touch himself, these are the last moments of burning desperation. We smile. He is nothing!!! An insignificant nothing!!! His eyes behind the mask are now glassy, is there still life inside that mask?? PS : If you want to book a video request contact me...