Control Room

At Hot House, Sean Duran has a problem with authority, so he is sentenced to the Control Room — where Marcus Ruhl teaches him to respect a man in uniform.

Officer Ruhl secures Duran in shackles hanging from the ceiling and flogs the arrogant young stud until he begs for mercy. Ruhl frees Duran, but the training session is far from over. He persuades Duran onto his knees and shoves his thick cock down his throat. Duran seems to enjoy getting his face fucked, so Ruhl decides to step up his game. He pushes the tattooed young stud onto his knees and spreads his ass cheeks. He lubes up Duran’s tight hole with his hot mouth and tongue then stands up and slams his cock in his ass. The more Duran complains the harder Ruhl fucks him until Duran finally surrenders by shooting his load all over his own rock-hard abs. Satisfied that Duran has finally learned his lesson, Ruhl pulls out and jerks a wad out of his cock.

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Training the Sergeant – Part 3

By lthr_jock

Dejan led Davis through the inner door and into the main bar of the club. Davis looked around him at the bare brick walls decorated with pictures of men – men naked, men clothed in fetish wear, men having sex. The bar itself was a huge affair of chrome and glass, illuminated with blue lights. But the men already in the club were what caught his attention – and he caught theirs. The sight of such a man like Davis, a man who would normally be considered a Top, collared and on a leash, was an unusual one. As such, it evoked a lot of interest – and a deal of lust.

Davis paused inside the door to look around. He could see men wearing leather, rubber, skinhead gear, even police uniforms. Some were naked except for shorts, others fully covered – including hoods. The music in the club made it difficult to make anything out, but he could hear sounds from darkened archways, which he associated with sex. He shook his head – what was he doing here?

His train of thought was stopped as Dejan jerked on the leash and led him over to an empty section of bar. Dejan turned to face him.

“No need to be nervous, Sergeant. I realise it’s your first time, but you’re going to have fun. What’s your poison?”

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Pictures and video: Jared tortures Alex

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After spending the night handcuffed to a concrete post, naked, alone and in total darkness, his body racked with pain from hours of flogging, Alex now finds himself standing, still naked, in another room. He’s chained to the floor at his ankles. Behind him is a wall covered with whips, chains and various tools of torture. Suddenly, Alex hears the whir of a motor and feels his wrists being lifted above his head, as his muscular tormentor, Jared, enters the room and selects a six-foot, single-tail whip from the wall. “I don’t think I need to tell you how this whip is going to feel,” Jared says as he rubs Alex’s tight abs and fondles his cock. Jared then slices the young Russian’s beautiful, lean back and bulbous, firm ass with dozens of cutting blows. He switches to a nine-foot single-tail and speeds up the whipping, pausing only to spray the boy’s fresh wounds with alcohol. Alex screams, whimpers, flexes and squirms. Such a beautiful boy so brutally tortured for all the world to see.

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Title of this shoot: Alex Chandler – Putin’s Revenge – Part 3

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Training the Sergeant – Part 2

By lthr_jock

Davis let himself into his house and put the tote bag from the gym on his hallway floor. He saw some letters on the floor including a notification that an attempt had been made to deliver a parcel earlier. He raised an eyebrow – he hadn’t remembered ordering anything. Davis padded upstairs to his bedroom and stripped off his soiled uniform and then took a long slow shower. As he towelled dry, he looked at himself in the mirror. He grinned – the gym was really paying off. He had been doing well for years, but recently he was packing muscle on. He was sporting a fine 6-pack, though it was partially hidden behind his thick pelt of hair.

Davis headed back into his bedroom and looked at the clock. Damn – he had to get moving or he would be late for his appointment. He walked naked downstairs and collected the totebag and returned to his bedroom, emptying the bag and neatly laying the items out on the bed. He looked at it, his cock starting to harden and then began dressing.

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Training the Sergeant – Part 1

By lthr_jock

Sergeant Davis got in the passenger seat of the patrol car and looked across at the constable driving. PC Fletcher was 24 years old, new to the force and still very much the rookie on the team. Despite his 6ft height and muscular build, he was softly spoken and Davis was accompanying him to help get him used to some of the work he would need to be doing. Davis was an old hand at this – at 40 years old he had been on the force for 15 years and had experienced almost everything the job could throw at him. He was over 6ft tall himself and packed with muscle from his years of training at the gym. His hair was black with flecks of grey and he sported a heavy moustache.

“Right, Fletcher, where’s our first job?”

“Well, Boss, I got a statement to take from that robbery yesterday. Once that’s done, we can go make an arrest attempt.”

“Good man, let’s get that sorted and then we can see what’s going on out there.”

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Craig is bound with his arms and legs in the air

At BreederFuckers. No matter how hard Craig struggles, he can’t stop Dave from sliding his hands over his hairy body and invading his tender arse. Craig gets a big fat dildo rammed far up his arse. The dildo is then rammed in his mouth and secured to his bindings. Craig continues to thrash and resist, but he’s secured more expertly in place with his tender nips and the delicate head of his penis bound to his leg spreader as well. Now he can’t move a centimetre without causing himself an agonizing shock to the most sensitive parts of his body.

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Up Your Alley: The Next Year – Part 2

By ty dehner

Things were silent as I was chained over Master Kevin’s bike and left with a stranger in my own living room. Encased in full leather, including my head I can’t speak, I can’t see and I am helpless with this guy. Slowly he moves behind me and he finds a zip in the leather pants that I didn’t know existed. It exposes my ass.

“I’m going to fuck your ass, pig. I don’t give a shit what your Master says, he isn’t here and I make my own rules.”

Without warning he pushes his hard dick into my dry ass and I moan loudly into the hood. He uses me hard and he takes his time punishing my asshole. But if he thinks I’m going to spill the beans for that he is mistaken. I’m pissed that he broke Master’s rules but I won’t be giving into him. His fucking of me lasts a while until he reaches climax and must shoot his load into me.

He collapses on my back and talks to me.

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