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 he 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 dude, Tony needs his fat, double-ringed cock sucked, his huge balls gnawed. And then he needs to plunder Cylus' poor ass slit. Tony's cruel cock fills the hole with the pulverizing force of a battering ram. He turns Cylus' face away, growling, "You don't deserve to see it," and howling like a wild dog, is ripped apart with agony as his huge distended cock shoots cream bullets over Cylus' flayed back.