A masked anonymous fan sucks Cade Maddox and leaves him wet and dripping. Then Cade grabs his jockstrap and thrusts in all the way.
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TITLE: Anon Twink Fan Fuck
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Naked male mud wrestling with bondage and chastity for the loser
Meanwhile at Naked Kombat, it’s MUD WRESTLING — in this “Top Cock” shoot:
Cocksure studs Jessie Colter and Jimmy Bullet face off on Top Cock, each confident in an easy victory. So, the contenders up the ante: they tangle hard bodies in a slick and messy mud-wrestling bout. The loser finds himself bound and blindfolded, made to suck winner dick, all the while facing extra humiliation in a chastity cage. The winner then pushes the loser’s anal limits with a succession of huge Bad Dragon dildos. It’s almost mercy when the winner trades his cock for the dildos and delivers a rough fucking before finishing off the loser with a cum-glazed facial.
Models in this shoot: Jessie Colter, Jimmy Bullet
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The Prison Writer – Chapter 06
By Joshua Ryan
It takes a little over half an hour to get to Glenvue from where I’d been living, but I was so wired up I don’t remember anything about the drive except being wired up. I was a mile from my destination when I came out of my nerves enough to notice that Glenvue was a lot more prosperous than I’d thought it was. I hadn’t pictured Dean working in a place that was quite that well off. Maybe that explained why they didn’t mind hiring gays! It looked like the kind of town where they wash the streets every night and you get fined if you don’t have a two-car garage. I couldn’t help looking at it and thinking, “If my next book sells, I’m gonna get a place out here.”
The driver slowed down and turned in my direction. He was a 20-something with a pony tail and a taste for the smooth jazz channel. “You said 623 White Oak, right?”
“Right.”
“That’s it over there, but there must be somethin wrong, man. It’s the County Jail.”
Connor Patricks gets locked in a head cage
At 30 Minutes of Torment, Connor Patricks is no stranger to pushing his limits, so naturally his next obstacle is the 30 Minutes of Torment challenge. He begins in the chair as heavy fists pound against his chest, tenderizing them for the weighted clover clamps to painfully bite down. He screams in agony once the clamps are removed, but Connor only begs for more. In the pit, his head locked in a one-way mirrored box. The only thing that Connor can see is his own face screaming back at him as he’s mercilessly flogged from all angles. Finally, the Ass-Station awaits Connor, his muscular ass bound and propped up in a pile-driver for the fucksaw to have full access. A zipper of clothespins decorate down Connor’s thighs as the machine pounds away full-blast. Once the zipper is ripped from his flesh, Connor’s final challenge is to blow his thick load as the cum drains from his aching balls.
Title of this video: Connor Patricks – Ass Torment
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The boss is tied up with leather cuffs with his cock hanging out
While cleaning the club after a debaucherous dildo party night, Javi Grey finds his boss David Cork asleep, tied up with leather cuffs and cock hanging out of his trousers. Should Javi wake him? Or have a quick feel? The fit and shirtless Javi does not have the slightest hesitation and goes straight for David’s package and slowly sucking his fat cock while trying not to wake his boss. But with a warm mouth wrapped around his hard cock, David arouses from his sleep and finishes what he didn’t the night before. The boss rims Javi’s warm hole, fucks his smooth tight ass, and finishes him up with a monster dildo!
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TITLE: Don’t Wake The Boss 3
Puppy in the sarcophagus
The Prison Writer – Chapter 05
By Joshua Ryan
I realized that I’d wanted something new to happen to me, but I had no idea how quickly it would happen. As the man says in “Heart of Darkness,” “the changes take place inside, you know.” Which means that they can happen at the speed of light. When we got back to Jerry’s house I wasn’t walking in as a guest; I was walking in as a prisoner escorted by an officer of the law. It was hard for me to talk. Everyone else seemed freer and looser than they’d been before. Dean seemed to be talking and smiling even more. When people started to leave, I was amazed that they could get through the door without permission. When I left, it was like I was sneaking away before the guards could catch me.
I spent the next few days huddling in the condo — which had never been mine and now felt like some illegal squat. I got drunk and jerked as if that was my true profession. Ten days later, I was riffling through my junk mail and found an envelope that was long and heavy and return-addressed to a PO box that looked decidedly official. It had been mailed to somebody named Meres Steven Curtis. Oh, shit. That little drive with Dean hadn’t been a daydream after all.
I ripped open the envelope and yes, it was a message from the