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Kevin’s ankles are tied back so his ripe fuckhole is exposed and vulnerable

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At BreederFuckers, Kevin may act tough, but his sweat reveals how nervous he really is being strapped down naked at the mercy of a perverted gay man. He wriggles in anger, feeling his glans being expertly licked and sucked so that he can’t help his cock thickening. His penis is prepared by being clipped between chopsticks along with his big heavy ball sack. Kevin has no clue what is to be done with him. When Adrian takes a metal device to his small piss slit, Kevin goes wild, moaning and writhing to feel his delicate hole stretched.

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Dave comes in to fix a Perspex ball crusher to his pink nuts. This stupid hetero can only stare in horror as his big fat daddy cock is manipulated by the wicked men. His shaft is clipped with pegs so that he’s hyper-aware of every inch of his genitals. Kevin’s ankles are tied back so his ripe fuckhole is exposed and vulnerable. Adrian takes his nasty power tool to screw this straight daddy’s hole hard and deep. Kevin is totally overwhelmed as the men fuck him over relentlessly hard.

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100 Hours in Solitary – Part 04

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By Socalbd

I must have drifted off to sleep as the lights turning on woke me up.  I was on my side facing into the cell and the sudden bright light coming on brought me out of my sleep.

There were sounds within the facility.  A door that opened and closed.  A toilet flushing.  Someone walking heavy in the hallway.  Then silence.  More silence.

The pod door opened and the guard entered with breakfast.  It was a repeat of yesterday.  Another meal of protein bar, banana and dry cereal.  The cereal was in a box likely from a mixed set of kid’s cereal choices sold at Costco or Sam’s Club.  Other than the banana and peanut butter sandwiches, almost all the food was pre-packaged items.  Again, very little expense was put out for this inmate’s survival.  It was the bare minimum.  Thoughts again came to me of my being warehoused.  Nothing was to be provided to me that would be considered beyond sufficient.

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Jessie Colter works over Jack Redmond in bondage

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At Bound Gods. Held captive and edged all night in Jessie Colter’s house, Jack Redmond can’t imagine how his situation could get any more intense. Jessie can.

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Jessie binds the captive under the stairs, bent over, ass on full display. Jessie gapes Jack’s ass to the limit, jamming a fist deep into him. The fist enters Jack a little too easy for Jessie’s liking, so he adds his other hand to the hole. Jessie frees his hands for flogging with a silicone fist for Jack, leaving it far inside the captive while beating his cheeks red. Still trembling from the flogging, Jack finds himself blindfolded in Jessie’s bedroom doorway. Unsure where the next painful hit from Jessie’s crop will land next, Jack submits to the crop marks painting his pale skin before swallowing Jessie’s hard cock. After the cropping, Jack finds himself bound with leather belts, while taking a cold steel rod deep into his pisshole. Jessie finishes him off with brutal zaps and a rough fuck before coating hot cum all over his face and making him polish off every drop.

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100 Hours in Solitary – Part 03

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By Socalbd

When the lights came on, I woke up.  The bright glaring light was impossible on this morning to ignore.  There was talking from the hallway I couldn’t make out.  At least two people were having a conversation.  I heard steel doors open and close.  And then it went quiet.  Being in solitary means being ignored.  Whoever they were they had to know someone was on the other side of the door.  But they didn’t care.  I was just an inmate in solitary.  No need to worry about me.  No need to check on me.

The pod door opened and a guard entered.  He sat a bag of food on the flat steel food slot of the cell door and then left the pod closing the hallway door.  No conversation.  No exchange of the bag from the dinner meal the night before.  Just a delivery to be made.  A banana, protein bars, and a box of dry cereal were in the bag.  The first meal that didn’t include a peanut butter sandwich.

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