Blonde guy gets chest shaved while using syringe, CPR scene with anoth

A shirtless blonde guy in his 20s with a tattoo on his arm and dark chest hair is lying down in a bathroom, a razor resting on his pecs, a syringe visible nearby. The lighting is bright, clinical, with a close-up from slightly above — feels like something’s about to go down. Next thing you see, the syringe is being used, the tip pressed into his arm, his expression tense. There’s an inset showing a tighter angle on the injection while the wider shot keeps the whole setup in frame — razor still on the chest, medical gear around. Then another guy enters the shot, same age, dark hair not clearly visible but looks athletic too, wearing a watch. He starts performing CPR — firm compressions, two hands centered on the chest, body leaning over, serious form. The collage alternates between the wide bathroom view and extreme close-ups on the chest, the hands, the face. Whole thing’s shot like a staged medical fantasy, not chaotic, more controlled and deliberate. No talking, just the physicality — the way the chest rises and falls under pressure, the sweat on the skin, the grip on the razor before things escalate. Feels like a fetish blend of medical, body worship, and implied danger without going full horror. The CPR doesn’t feel like a rescue so much as part of the act — rhythmic, intense, almost sexual in delivery. Camera stays tight on details: the tattoo peeking out, the watch catching light, the syringe near empty. No creampie, no blowjob, no dick shots — it’s all about the chest, the procedure, the tension.