I am tempted to break the law, just to get cuffed by this sheriff! He was on the CBS news recently.
My favorite line comes at the 1:55 mark. See if you agree. Fucking HOT, if you ask me!
I am tempted to break the law, just to get cuffed by this sheriff! He was on the CBS news recently.
My favorite line comes at the 1:55 mark. See if you agree. Fucking HOT, if you ask me!
A Metalbond reader would like to know where he might get this collar.
Is anyone familiar with this one?
Check out this bodybuilding cop who accepts pushup challenges from guys he meets on the streets of NYC. He’s featured in this New York Post article.
You might also want to view his images while listening to the song Hot Cop by the Village People.
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After a hard game of cricket, sporty Guy goes into the makeshift locker room at BreederFuckers and is disgusted to see that it’s a space also used by the grounds men. It’s time this star player and hairy stud gets taken down a notch and learn what it’s like to be sexually used and abused by the men who watch him lustfully from the sidelines all day. He’s bound in place by the pervy men, who strip down his trousers to reveal his sexy jock strap.
Adrian and Dave test his mettle by kicking him in the nuts and pounding his hard torso with their fists. His magnificently hairy ass is beautifully framed by the twin white straps. They make it blush by whacking it with his own bat.
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By lthr_jock
Despite running, Paul still arrived at work late. Chris and Pete were already behind the bar, dressed exactly as he was. Paul moved to take his usual spot beside them, but Carl intercepted him.
“A bit late, weren’t you, Paul?”
“Yes, sorry about that – won’t happen again.”
“No, I know it won’t – you certainly won’t make that kind of mistake again. Follow me.”
With that Carl moved off into the club, and Paul followed behind him. As he did, so he waved at Chris and Pete. To his surprise, he got no response, the two of them staring straight ahead, a glassy expression in their eyes. He stopped to check if they were OK, but a sharp order from Carl made him leave them behind as he ran to catch up.
Carl had stopped in one of the more secluded areas of the club, close to the cage that Paul had spent some time in. He stood beside some thick chains that were hanging from the ceiling and had in his hands two 3-foot long steel bars that had shackles hanging from them.
“Ok, Paul, take off your jacket and kneel down here with your hands behind your back.”