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Title of this video: Ryan Dominates
Models: Ryan Sebastian and Davin Strong
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This video from Bound Gods is called “The One and Only, Alex Mecum.”
Alex Mecum is obsessed with watching hot studs beat and fuck each other, but he’s nervous about trying it out. Christian Wilde is about to change all that. First he chains Alex to a platform in the center of a dungeon and plays with his huge cock. Alex is still too tense for a good flogging, so Christian softens his tight muscles with some hard smacking. The flog strikes Alex rapidly and at random. They hit from every angle until Alex cries out for mercy, but he is given Christian’s huge cock instead. Alex feels the massive cock fill up his throat. Christian then pulls Alex off his cock and flogs him until he can barely stand on his own two feet. Christian then bends him over and fucks him to the floor. Alex is bound to the dungeon bed, as Christian, with his crop in hand, watches him wriggle. Alex handles the crop well, until Christian covers his tender body in clothespins and smacks them off. Christian moves in close and gives Alex an intimate, open-hand beating, in order to fully test his limits. On his back, Alex watches as his master slides a long steel rod deep into his pisshole. The bound hunk loves being sounded and nearly cums with the metal still in him. Christian pulls out the metal sound and shoves his huge cock into Alex’s tight hole. Alex can’t hold it back and unleashes his cum across his chest before having his mouth pried open to receive every drop of Christian’s load.
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By DR754
Today is Monday, August 8, 1967.
I’m scribbling this entry on toilet paper in a cold, dark holding cell in the Franklin County Jail in Hampton, Iowa. You see, it turns out the “town museum with the bars on the windows” I was wondering about, was actually the county jail. Built in 1880, or so they told me.
And I, a fugitive from justice, was dumb enough to park in the jail driveway. Fucking brilliant.
You see, shortly after drifting off to sleep, I was rudely awakened by a burly man in a “Correctional Officer” ballcap, rapping his nightstick on my car window. I tried to shake him off, but the message was clear – open up or else.
Uh oh. This is a problem. And where the fuck did a correctional officer come from?
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Title of this video: Breathless In Chastity
Captured, helpless, ticklish hunk Tanner gets his massive, sweaty, meaty feet and big, sexy, beefy, upper body tickled!
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Title of this update: Tanner Tickled
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By DR754
Today is Monday, August 8, 1967.
So far, so good. In fact, I had a brainstorm about halfway through South Dakota – what if I changed into my uniform? It’d break the description they had of me from court, and even though I wasn’t law enforcement, what cop is even going to pull over, much less question, a man in a federal ranger outfit?
Working around the handcuffs made things just a bit awkward, but I felt comfortable, almost confident again wearing my greens. I made it all the way into Minnesota without spotting a single trooper, then turned south down Highway 65 at Albert Lea. Corn, corn, corn, and more corn – but I didn’t care about corn, I cared about cops, and there were none to see.
As I entered the one-horse burg of Sheffield about midnight, I glanced at the gas gauge – damned near E. A couple lights were still on at a Casey’s gas station, but how to pay for it? My wallet had been tapped out back around Sioux Falls.
