At Bad Boy Bondage, Preston Lee just can’t help himself as he ties up and works over his captive, Dean Daniels. Preston pumps him like a well-oiled engine.
Title of this shoot: Whipping Post And More Part 2
Keywords: Twinks, Bondage, Whipping, Gag, Anal Sex, Leather, Outdoors, BDSM
Features: Preston Lee, Dean Daniels
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By Raybound
The Pony Race
After meeting those two hot leather men at the bar and having a hot session with them, I never could have imagined that our next encounter would involve one of my deep secret fantasies — pony play! Here’s how it all unfolded…
The pre dawn sky was streaked with pink as I arrived home, the morning sun had not yet risen above the horizon. I was still feeling lightheaded from the effect of the endorphins that had coursed through my body like a wild river as I had endured the controlled torture of the night’s action. I went straight to bed and slept late, right through into the afternoon, breakfasting some time after three. Wild dreams filled with the images of the two leathermen had chased around my head shortly before I had woken. I put together the events of the previous night, realising that my life had been changed forever. This was one genie that I certainly didn’t want to put back in the bottle.
John is most sadistic. In all the time he’s been tormenting young Jay he’s been threatening to fill his hole with the metal plug and massive dildo, but it was all a ploy. He loves making a guy like Jay scared, and it seems to have done the trick. Still, he’s got more pain for the new captive before he’ll even consider letting him go. The electrodes were bad, but the pain of hot molten wax splashing over his body is worse. It gets even more painful when his balls are being coated and his ass crack is taking dribbles of the scalding thick liquid! It’s a wonder he’s still fighting by the time John is ready to give him a break.
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Scene Title: Jay Ru & John Wolfboy
Description: A New Subject to Educate – Part 3
By Jockboy
Hour 0: More Than I Bargained For
I thought I was ready for this. Sixty-seven hours sequestered in that rotting tomb of an abandoned prison—facing down four men whose cruelty I’d worshipped and feared online, clinging to the fantasy that this was my forge, my shot at genuine mastery.
Pain isn’t new to me. My body’s been shaped by rugby scrums, USMC infantry runs, and the silence of rooms where control passes on the snap of a cuff or the thud of a paddle. I’m built thick, a compact fortress: broad chest with the striations of hundreds of bench presses, shoulders like capped stone, hands calloused from rifles and barbells and uncounted deadlifts.
My shins and knees bear the roadmap of old wounds—rugby studs, gravel pits, forced marches—etched in white ridges and purpled, weathered skin.
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At Bound Gods, Luke Adams is sitting at the bar enjoying a cold beer when Christian Wilde comes in asking for a shot of whiskey. Noticing Luke next to him, Christian convinces him to have a few shots to celebrate his birthday. Before Luke knows it, he is bound with duct tape across his mouth. Mr Wilde approaches and tears a hole in his underwear so that he can ram his big cock up Luke’s tight hole. The bound stud is then relentlessly beaten with the flogger, his hard cock standing straight up despite his screams. Luke then has electrodes attached down his thighs as his captor tortures him with pulses of electricity. A final fuck drives Christian over the edge as he blasts a load of cum onto his slave’s face.
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By Felon
I had always had a thing for Cops and Firemen. This story goes back to the early ’90s. There is a cruise area in a large park near where I live. At certain times of the day you can find men with a need to unload — usually mornings and early evenings. I had made a habit of cruising this area on the way to work in the morning. A regular visitor to the park in a classic Olds Rivera would frequently be at the park in the am.
I had no idea who drove the car. One day while walking down a path I spotted a burly but not muscular man in jeans and a blue work shirt. He was leaving when I was arriving. It turns out he was the classic car driver. I began to see him on a regular basis warming through the woods, he always seemed to keep to himself. This went on for weeks. One night on the way home I spotted the car parked in a lot at the fire station. I kept an eye on that station and one warm night he was sitting on the front bumper of the engine with the garage doors open. Now he really had my attention. I know he spotted me staring at him.
