When you want your bottoms fettered and flogged, call in tough terrorizer Tony Bishop. You’ll only find him in Fetish Force films these days, and in Where the Players Go he defiles inked-up cum punk Cylus Kohen like he hasn’t seen a man or lost a load for months. Tony’s infamous mean streak takes over, and this guy hawks nasty globs of spit in the bottom’s face, and chains him to a St. Anthony’s cross. When helpless Cylus is barely able to squirm, Tony lays on the flogger. Cylus counts each lash back from ten as the strokes grow harsher, and his painful ecstasy soars to excruciating heights. Or is it depths? Cylus’ pale back shines bright red by the time Tony’s finished. But the lacerating flogging was only a warm up– the brutal guy, Tony needs his obese, double-ringed weenie sucked, his huge balls gnawed. And then this man needs to plunder Cylus’ poor butt pussy. Tony’s cold-blooded knob fills the hole with the pulverizing force of a battering ram. This dude turns Cylus’ face away, growling, “You do not deserve to see it,” and howling like a wild dog, is ripped apart with agony as his giant distended rod shoots ball batter bullets over Cylus’ flayed back.