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Darren has his ankles roped to the wall, allowing full access to his anus

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Married straight man Darren should be displayed in the way BreederFuckers demand. With legs akimbo, his ankles are roped to the wall, allowing full access to his anus. The round curves of his bottom look tempting in his tight blue jeans. His backside is given a flogging that makes the bound man writhe in agony. His feet are uncovered so that invasive fingers can gently tease the soles of his feet, causing Darren to get excruciatingly angry and thrash against his bonds. After a good hard lashing Adrian’s handiwork is revealed as his clothes are sliced away, leaving Darren’s hot pink anus totally exposed. He’s given a beating and his hole is invaded with a deep fingering. His hole is opened further with a vibrating dildo planted up his rectum. He’s ordered to keep it in but finds it impossible when his feet are given a sharp caning. The jerk of his body causes his anus to constrict and the instrument pops right out! His hole is now widened and clear for a good hard fucking with a real cock. Darren moans pathetically as he’s screwed and his asshole is covered with a spray of semen.

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Cum Dumping Foot Tormentors

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At BrutalTops, Master Mike and Master Nick have cruel sadistic fun with their sub, who they’ve trussed up like a turkey.

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They hand gag the naked sub, dildo fuck him, torment his cock and nipples, cane his feet, make him lick their big heavy balls and feed him their spunk. These handsome strong tops command their sub at every second and verbally demean him while sexually controlling him.

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Strapped to a spanking bench

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Pathetic sub Peter is strapped to a spanking bench at BrutalTops:

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His ass is stuck up in the air and nasty Master Wayne decides that he’s going to lash out some punishment onto it. With a cane in hand, Wayne thrashes the worm-like bottom, making him squirm in pain. He inspects his handiwork carefully, enjoying the red welts he’s created on the white, lashed down ass. In delight, Wayne gobs into the sub’s complaining face before going back to more ass beating.

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It started with Mitts –Part 09

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To start at the very beginning, click for Part 1

The party

Bob had already changed into very, very short leather shorts that just barely covered his powerful butt and ended where his thigh muscles began to bulge. On top, he was wearing only a tank top that showed off his muscular upper arms. It was, once again, incredibly sexy. What worried me was that if he was going to the party like this, he wasn’t making much of a secret of his fetish. So what would he pick out for me?

Bob leads me on a leash into one of the rooms next to the cell—another tiled room with shower facilities. Near one wall, a chain hangs from the ceiling, attached to a winch. He attaches the ring on the front of my muzzle to it, directly under my nose. Then he tightens the chain over the winch. I have to follow the chain; at first, it pulls my head up so that I have to look up, but Bob continues until I have to stand on tiptoes, facing the wall. Now he loosens all the restraints, but I hang completely helplessly from the head harness. He then takes off my PVC suit, my diapers, and removes my plug, catheter, and all the other cock rings, etc.

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It started with Mitts –Part 05

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Breakfast

I begged him to open the mask again, but instead he turned me onto my stomach and even put my upper arm cuffs back on. I screamed but he just ignored me, turned me on my back again, opened the cage and took it off my cock. Bob sat on me so that my cock was wedged between my stomach and him and only the glans with the catheter was slightly protruding between his thighs.

“I want you to imagine in your mind’s eye how I’m sitting here on top of you and playing with your cock. Describe to me what you see!” I imagined the situation, him kneeling on me with his legs apart, my body wedged between his thighs, the large bulge between his thighs. His body rising above me, looking even bigger from below. His pectoral muscles are more clearly visible from here, as a relief that emerges vividly from his body, which also appears even wider from below.

The shoulders, which stand out as a curve in the silhouette, merge in one direction into the biceps, which virtually spill out of the suit, merge into the broad forearms and finally into his large hands. And in the other direction, coming from the shoulder, I see the strong bull neck with its curves under the rubber leading to the strong neck, to his angular face with the prominent cheekbones, the short trimmed full beard, the short shaved sides and the full black head of hair. Then, of course, the dark eyes that watch me with a penetrating gaze, as if they could see inside me.

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