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Used by a brutal top
Kyle has endured so much already, and the marks from the flogging are showing on his naked body. The prisoner can try to flee, but Master Tye has the place locked down, he’s not going anywhere until the sadistic jock has had his fun. Strung up and swinging, the captive faces even more pain from the strings of the flogger while Master Tye uses him.
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Title of this video: Don’t Look At Me Boy – Part 2
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My Trip to Paris – Chapter 10
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 10: So Good for You to See Me
It was an interesting conversation—so interesting that now it was even harder for me to sleep in my bunk at night. A few months before, I would have dismissed his prison shit right away–nothing but weirdness. Now I was confused. Why was he telling me this stuff? Was it to make me love him, or warn me not to? The sight of Paul in his convict suit, indistinguishable from the other cons—that was me, wasn’t it? Wasn’t that what he meant? And if I loved him, that’s how I’d end up? But that’s how I already had ended up! I flipped up my badge and looked at the picture. That gray little blob might as well be “Paul.”
So now I was playing with my badge when I should have been sewing. And at night, it wasn’t enough to jerk—yeah, I was doing that, what do you think?—but I had to dream, too. One dream I remembered: I was outside the Pen—they’d let me out! I was so happy! At last I was free! I walked off down the street, and I looked back at the walls, which I knew, even in the dream, I was mainly just making up in my head, because I’d only seen them once from the outside, and then I was squinting through the bars of a prison bus.
Three muscle gods tie and fuck each other at Bound Gods
I love these guys! For this archived Bound Gods live show, it’s muscle hunks Jessie Colter and Dirk Caber as the two subs, with Trenton Ducati as the dom working them over.
Jessie is suspended in the air as Dirk is made to support his weight on his shoulders, while enduring torment from the flog and zapper. A zipper of clothespins line down their torsos and even on their tongue before Mr. Ducati swings through to rip each clothespin from their flesh. Both Jessie and Dirk are rock hard as they are made to take fucking machines up their asses. Trenton then runs a train on both subs, making Dirk fuck Jessie while Trenton pounds away on Dirk’s hole. Finally Dirk and Jessie finish to see who can cum first before they’re rewarded with Trenton’s hot load.
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Worshiping Spencer Reed
In this video from Bound Gods, Noah Brooks gets suspended in metal bondage and brutally fucked by Spencer Reed.
Noah Brooks is tied up in the pipe room and ready to worship Spencer Reed. Noah begs for his master’s cock but must prove he is worthy. Spencer works over Noah’s nipples with his gloved hands and then suspends him in metal bondage. Noah endures the ball crusher with clothespins all over his body. After a good flogging, he gets a hard fuck in suspension and appreciation from his master.
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Bound Prison
Depraved Cliff Jensen outsmarts and overpowers new guard Michael DelRay. Helpless and exposed, he cries out as Cliff pushes his fat cock into Del Ray’s tight ass. He flogs, zaps, spanks, punches and beats him.
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My Trip to Paris – Chapter 09
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 9: Bunks, Chairs, and Other Furnishings
8363 . . . . the guy in Bunk 14. I found myself maneuvering to get beside him in the shower, just for a few seconds to look at his plump, well muscled ass. I tried to get the seat next to him at chow, just to feel his arm touching my arm through our uniforms. In the factory I spent every extra second I could spare from my needle looking up the line of backs bent over their machines to watch his back moving rhythmically beneath its stripes. At night I lay next to him, feet to head, and thought about what it would be like if I caressed his naked head with my naked toes and he wriggled across the few inches of bunk-frame and climbed in with me. In dreams I told him, “You are about to be fucked! Assume the position!”
Dreams vs. realities . . . . If we were on the Outside, I’d do the usual: take him to Bleue, invite him to my place for drinks, become insistent if he noted that the hour was late . . . . But in prison, I was no better than he was; I couldn’t impress him with my bald head, my convict uniform, or my criminal record. And he evaded all my cues. He saw how hot I was for him, but he treated it as a fact he didn’t need to do anything about–a fact of life, like the walls and bars.