Daniel is tied to a heavy, steel barbell straddling the small of his back, his ass bouncing up against the bar. His captor, Jared, tickles his soles, making him giggle, then pricks them with a razor-sharp pinwheel, making him scream. After enjoying his naked flesh, Jared beats the captive on his feet and his body with a bamboo cane as he squirms on the floor.
VIDEO at Dream Boy Bondage
Title: DANIEL: Boy Next Door – Chapter 4
Sebastian Keys endures extreme fucking machines at Butt Machine Boys
Sebastian Keys wakes up tied to a bed in a deep dungeon. Before he knows where he is or who put him there, a masked stranger eats his ass and dildo fucks him. Next the annihilator fucks his ass hard as the masked stranger works the controls. Even though he doesn’t know the man who’s taken him, Sebastian doesn’t want to leave and is given a reward fuck by his favorite machine and shoots his load all over it.
Model in this shoot: Sebastian Keys
Title: Sebastian Keys endures extreme fucking machines
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By Takeo
Day 2 – Wednesday June 12th – Going Out
So far I have never experienced dog training, even though I have worn a plug with a dog tail once or twice. But I remember expressing my desire to try it to Florian during one of our chats. Yet what attracts me most is the look, with a tail and a dog hood, a leash, and the fact of being on all fours. As for eating out of a bowl, I had carefully avoided the subject. I like being humiliated by a dom, but this is a little too extreme for me, I thought.
As these thoughts run through my head, I try to understand why I am in this situation. It does not make much sense to me; Flo’s pleasure should be in watching me being humiliated by having to eat off the floor from a bowl, but he is not there.
I realize that I have been up for a while, and that I am hungry. So I resolve to try and eat something. One bowl contains water, the other food. Rice, apparently with bits of vegetable and chicken.
My hands are trapped in the mitts, so if I lift the bowls I risk spilling everything. So I am forced to leave them on the ground and really eat like a dog, even though I am alone and nobody is actually forcing me to.
Master has a hot assistant to help him out in the full domination of Galiel, and this assistant really knows how to use a captive the right way. But Galiel doens’t stand a chance against them both! They soon have him tied up against the punch bag, his naked body their plaything while they spank his smooth arse and play with his floppy cock. He can struggle and cry out as much as he likes, no one is coming to save him from the inevitable onslaught of pleasure and pain his captors are about to deliver. His hole seems ready for that cock.
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Title: Teaming Up To Use The Boy – Part 1
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By Hunter Perez
The interior of the cottage looked as if somebody’s grandmother was recruited to inspire its décor: frilly lace curtains, heavily upholstered furniture, framed needlework on the walls and fragile doilies with porcelain figurines of fauns and lambs sitting atop sturdy oak tables. A fireplace took up much of a wall in the living space and an ornate clock was perched on its jagged wood mantlepiece. As I just emerged from a prison cell residency, the coziness overkill came as a shock.
The kitchen was large and more utilitarian in design and haphazard in its presentation, with dishes and pots scattered carelessly about. There was no running water for the large sink, and an oversized pitcher laying on its side in the basin challenged me to figure out how to clean the dishes and cookware without the benefit of a faucet. A wood-burning stove occupied a corner of the space. The box marked “cottage food” that Patterson carried over was plopped on a dark wood table with chairs parked on each of its sides.
