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The Perv and His Sk8ter Boy
Synopsis: CJ Madison is back. This time he has skater boy Aaron Adams in his possession. Aaron is tied up on a dirty mattress waiting for his freedom. CJ is not ready to give that to him. CJ’s cock gets hard when he sees Aaron squirm in bondage. Aaron receives the brutal flogger, the sharp pain of the crop, CBT, and a hard suspended fuck in the end.
Title of this video: The Perv and His Sk8ter Boy
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Long Arm of the Law
Repeat offender Brandon Moore knows the routine. Officer Dolan Wolf comes by every morning and sticks his hard cock through the bars for his daily blow job. Despite his protests, Dolan makes the young prisoner gag on his fat cock, but he’s not satisfied. He makes Moore strip naked and begins to probe his ass with his nightstick. Today he’s going to shove his fist up the guy’s ass and there’s nothing he can do about it. Officer Wolf pulls on the rubber gloves, pours lube over Moore’s big round ass and shoves his fist inside. Dolan probes his prisoner’s deep hole then orders him to get onto the cot and ‘put on a show.’ The twisted cop orders Moore to shoves his own fist up his ass while he stands by and jacks off until he shoots his load all over the cell floor.
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Double Trouble – Part 04
By Peter B. and Art Intelli
Chapter Four: The Long Night
The bunkhouse was built like a frontier barracks — thick timber beams, stone floor, heavy iron fixtures bolted to the walls and ceilings. There were no windows, only small vents near the roof and a single industrial fan turning lazily in the corner. The room was dim, lit by a single bulb hanging above the twin beds that filled half the space.
But Peter wasn’t given a bed.
He was mounted to the post.
A heavy wooden pillar rose from floor to ceiling at the room’s center, with rings set at shoulder, waist, and ankle height. The twins had stripped him bare again, save for his collar, and bound him standing with thick leather cuffs to each ring. His arms were pulled back and up, shoulders flexed, chest forward. His legs were spread wide and locked at the ankles. His brand still throbbed on his right hip, raw and blistered.
The collar chafed when he tried to shift. The restraints creaked.
He wasn’t going anywhere.
It’s many long hours of bondage torture for Marshall
Marshall has the perfect athletic physique for crucifixion: long, lean and lanky, with enough strength to hold up his light body for many hours, even as every muscle fiber from his arms to his calves screams in pain. If that weren’t bad enough, the young guard carrying out his sentence periodically whips him during the crucifixion. Marshall cries out in agony with each blow, while his face contorts in pain hour after hour, his body trembling and dripping sweat, moans of agony emerging from deep inside.
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Title of this update: Marshall: Mandatory & Severe – Chapter 4
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Double Trouble – Part 03
By Peter B. and Art Intelli
Chapter Three: Bound and Branded
Peter sat frozen in the barber chair, the buzz of the clippers still ringing in his ears, his scalp raw and exposed. The twin with the deeper voice stood behind him, thick hands gripping his shoulders, while the other crouched in front of the steel collar resting on the table.
“Let’s get the rivet ready,” the shotgun twin said.
The collar was a brutal piece of craftsmanship—two-inch-wide forged iron, hinged on one side, lined inside with dull spikes meant for pressure, not blood. The shotgun twin slid it around Peter’s neck. The weight alone made Peter feel like he was being yoked like livestock.
Then came the hammer.
The deeper twin held a hot rivet with tongs, taken from a forge glowing orange behind a steel grate in the wall. He slotted it into the collar’s open eyelet. The shotgun twin stepped forward with a heavy iron hammer and a steel backing block, sliding it between Peter’s throat and the collar’s inside rim.