No Limits

Johnny Hill wants to have his way with Dillon Diaz

Johnny Hill wants to have his way with Dillon Diaz. Chained to a leather fuck bench, Dillon holds his legs up to give Johnny total access to his ass with his tongue. Johnny starts with a deep rimming and stroking Dillon’s cock before sliding in a silicone man-rammer into Dillon’s ass. After revving up Dillon’s ass with the hefty dong, Johnny slides his real pole deep inside Dillon’s ass. Stroke for stroke, Johnny takes his time stretching out Dillon’s hole with raw, bareback cock until he can’t hold back any longer and shoots his load on Dillon’s hole. With Dillon still chained down, Johnny shoves his cock back in and strokes Dillon’s cock until he erupts with thick ropes that land on his abs.

Chained to a leather fuck bench

 

Title of this video: No Limits

Actors: Johnny Hill, Dillon Diaz

Site: Raging Stallion

Chained to a leather fuck bench

Eagle Grove Steelworks – Part 02

By Atlanta Stud

stories by Atlanta studSeth put on his Tecova Doc square toe boots and, with Jacob in the lead, hands secured in the Peerless cuffs, they hopped up in Seth’s hand me down Wrangler and Seth buckled up Jacob.

“Hey, toss me the sweatshirt on the back seat so I can cover up my hands so nobody sees the cuffs.”

“Hah, nothing doing, buddy.  I doubt anyone will see them anyway with the doors and windows on this ‘old thing.  Sit back and enjoy the ride.  I’ll take the cuffs off once we get to the Army Navy store.”

The smaller two-lane state highways didn’t bother Jacob much, it was when they hit 35 South, the four-lane divided, that he got nervous.  Someone in a pickup or a trucker in a rig would surely see the cuffs if they glanced over, so he pulled the sleeves of his long sleeve t-shirt over as much as he could to hide the metal.

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Florida Trap – Part 07

By Johnny Utah

Based on a suggestion by MetalbondNYC

I was working hard at the ranch. My routine was set. Get up, coffee, do the three S’s, and then off to the stables. It was about half a mile to the stables from my mobile home. My boots crunched the gravel on the track to the stables. It was a good walk and got my mind cleared to concentrate on work.

As I’d get close to the stables I’d be sucked in by the warm smells of hay, horse, and the Florida woods. First thing to do was feed and water the horses, get them into whatever corral or field they needed to be in.  I’d toss dozens of haybales into the hayloft, dig fence post holes, lug wood around, dig ditches, and — as ever — shovel shit into the trailer and then shovel it out at the manure pile.

There were always little extras that were enjoyable. I liked brushing the horses. I’d talk to them to make sure they were calm. They always listened. Each horse had its own personality.

Before it got too late in the morning the owners would show up, or the owners of some of the horses who were stabled there. I would have a brief talk with them about their horse or something. Sometimes it was nothing in particular, like the weather.

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