Jayden Ellis is turned into a cum whore at a local laundromat

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Rude punk gets gangbanged and shoved in the dryer at the laundromat

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Jayden Ellis is a regular punk at the local laundromat. Every time he comes into do his laundry he demands the use of his favorite dryer. He notices his favorite dryer already in use and tosses the wet load of clothes onto the counter. Everyone notices what Jayden has done and won’t stand for it. After Jayden gets pissed, the guys decide it’s time to take this rude punk down. Jayden tries to fight back but he’s held down as his clothes are torn from his body before his head is shoved into the dryer that started all the trouble.

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Another Weekend – Part 1

By slavebladeboi

I turned off the ignition and walked the bike backwards down his driveway. I was already hot inside the leathers, the lining of which was beginning to stick to my skin. Kicking the sidestand into position, I swung my leg over and stood. The front door was closed, but he always left it unlocked when I was due to make an appearance. I undid the helmet strap and pulled my new Shoei up and off, this one was white with blue and yellow lightning flashes, making sure not to drop it like I did once before with an older one. So much for not being nervous.

Gloves off, keys in pocket, best foot forward.

Once inside the hallway I stripped off. Not as easy as you may think. I like my leathers good and tight, which adds to the “cling factor” when I’m naked and sweaty beneath them. After taking off my boots and having a one-man wrestling match with my one piece I folded the leathers as much as I could and placed my helmet and gloves on top. Deep breath and on into the next room.

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The Prison Writer – Chapter 08

By Joshua Ryan

The line ended at a door that was so important we had to be buzzed through.  On the other side was a wide white hallway with wooden doors on one side and steel doors on the other — and a yellow line on the left, of course.  Finally we got to a place where there were two steel doors with a glass booth between them.  An old officer was seated in the booth.  Officer Collison pulled me over and told me to stand in front of the glass.

“Got one for ya, Pop.”

“Yeah?  Don’t look like much.  But OK, if you say so.  Hold up your arm, boy.  I wanta see that bracelet you got.”

“Yes, Sir.”  I held it up to the window.  He half-rose in his chair and scanned my wristband.

“Nother lifer,” he said.  “Well, welcome to free room and board.  I’ll take him into Number 2.”

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Rikk is ticklish everywhere from head to toes

At My Friends Feet, Rikk is back! He also did a prison-themed two-part scene with Angelo. Rikk was ticklish everywhere from head to toes. He hardly made any sense when interviewed afterwards, because he had been laughing so hard. What do you think of this hot man’s tickling treatment?

He also did a prison-themed two-part scene with Angelo

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Ricky Larkin gets tied up and tickled wearing boxing gloves

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Sergey was ready for this scene so he could tickle a guy for the first time and to get revenge on Ricky for tickle torturing him so hard. Sergey is a fitness trainer who has to get his boxer Ricky to drop some quick weight for a weigh-in. Of course getting him to sweat out a few pounds is easy when you have a big ticklish guy like Ricky strapped down in bondage. The sweat pours out of him until he is hysterical with ticklish laughter.

Title of this shoot: Sergey’s Ticklish Revenge On Ricky

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The Prison Writer – Chapter 07

By Joshua Ryan

It wasn’t totally dark in there.  The place reminded me of a parking garage or an auto shop.  Lights were hanging from the ceiling, and not far from the spot where Dean parked you could see a little inside building blazing with light against the murky background.  It was apparently some kind of office where we had to stop.

Dean unlimbered his big body and stood in front of the car.  Another big guy came out of the office, carrying a cell phone in his hand.  This guy also looked like a cop, but he was wearing a gray uniform.  He was talking loud, and Dean talked loud to match him.

“Hey bro.  How’s it goin.”

“How’s it goin, Hal.”

“Not so bad.  I see you got somethin in there.”  He peered at me in the back seat, chained under glass.  Then he pulled out his phone.  “Name?”

“Meres,” Dean said.  “M-e-r-e-s.  Here’s his shit.”

He handed a brown envelope to the man in gray, who opened it and checked its contents against whatever he saw on the phone.

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