Wearing compression tights--and, briefly, a compression shirt that makes his veins pop--Devon flexes his ripped muscles for his own enjoyment and ours, rubbing his torso through the shirt before pulling it off to reveal his most diced physique yet (he's been intermittent fasting, and it's been working). The sight and of his shredded midsection puts him him the mood to test his abs, so he gives himself the beating he's longing for: punching his abs, impaling himself in the belly button with a crutch, whacking a wooden stretcher bar across his midsection, hitting himself with a hammer and dig...

Wearing compression tights--and, briefly, a compression shirt that makes his veins pop--Devon flexes his ripped muscles for his own enjoyment and ours, rubbing his torso through the shirt before pulling it off to reveal his most diced physique yet (he's been intermittent fasting, and it's been working). The sight and of his shredded midsection puts him him the mood to test his abs, so he gives himself the beating he's longing for: punching his abs, impaling himself in the belly button with a crutch, whacking a wooden stretcher bar across his midsection, hitting himself with a hammer and digging the hammer in his belly button, and doing crunches on the floor with the bedpost in his navel before hammering and battering himself some more. It's ardent self-admiration and brutal self-punishment rolled into one as horny Devon shows he knows how to be cruel to be kind to himself.