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Fabrizio Mangiatti vs Rick Bauer at Naked Kombat

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Naked muscle stud wrestles his opponent to the ground and fucks him

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Two muscle studs are yanked off of the streets and made to fight. In this strange sci-fi world, H3 — a third-generation holographic moderator — runs the show for HIS enjoyment. There’s only one rule: the winner fucks the loser. Only when HE is satisfied may the winner receive his freedom. Muscular 6’2″ Fabrizio Mangiatti faces Rick Bauer, 6th in the 2001 International Wrestling Championship. Two worthy opponents rip off each other’s clothing and lock in combat, pitting their naked bodies against each other. In this erotic battle, who will get his freedom? Can Rick use his skills to avoid muscular Fabrizio’s hard cock? Watch this epic struggle between two meaty titans and find out!

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Foster gets tied up at Chaos Men

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Vander had fun doing this Edge video at Chaos Men! If you look closely, while he is getting tied up, Foster has a boner in his gym shorts. He enjoyed himself too! His dick springs to life quickly. He has a big one too! Vander enjoyed having control over Foster’s rugby-style body. LOTS of fantasy elements on this one, as Foster only had a few limits for his first time out. This is a hot one. Vander and Foster both should be proud. They each pushed and performed awesome

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The Prison Writer – Chapter 20

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By Joshua Ryan

***This is the second to last chapter***

Three years had passed since I saw Steven on the Maskawa ferry, but I’d looked at the pictures maybe a thousand times, and yeah, that was him.  His head was bald, but his lips were still thin and his nose was still the kind I used to see on all those guys in prep school — long and narrow, as if it wanted to look down on everything.  And eyes never change.  The eyes looking at me were the same eyes I saw in the picture on the back of my first Steven Meres book.

The rest was totally different.  The body on the bed was packed into its uniform like a shell in a cannon.  Every inch was filled with muscle.  When he stood up, you could see the ripples moving under his white tee and the flex stretching his denim thighs.  Hot, very hot when combined with the little pointed chin and the intelligent brown eyes.  Which looked me up and down.  I remembered meeting a guy in a bar who gave me his address and told me to come over in an hour from then.  When I got there, I was met at the door by his boyfriend, who was packed exactly like this guy and was giving me the same look.

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The Prison Writer – Chapter 19

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By Joshua Ryan

So, off the boat, and a few comments from fellow passengers — “Enjoying your vacation?” “How’s your day goin?” “Have a good time, losers!”  Too bad — those guys had to stay in some hotel on Water Street, but I was going to prison!  Then the ride through town and up the mountain — big deal; I’d been there!  But coming to that fence again, the fence that separated prison property from everything else — that was major!  When I was a little rich boy with a spotless record, they wouldn’t let me through the gate; now that I was a criminal being taken to his place of punishment, no problem — come on in!  Welcome to the nation’s most exclusive country club!

So the gate opened and the van rolled in, and it seemed like right away — there it was!  The big house, the end of the road, the concrete mama, the consequence of my crimes, the place where I’d be spending the rest of my life!  I can’t pretend about this — when I first saw it, I thought, “What have I done?”  I’d felt small when I was sitting on the deck, getting yucks from those college kids.  How small did I feel when I saw this place with a wall that was 30 feet high!  I’d wanted to go to prison … Did I want to go THERE?

Answer:  Oh yeah.

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