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Eagle Grove Steelworks – Part 01
By Atlanta Stud
Nestled in Iowa, just 25 miles northeast of Fort Dodge, is the small town of Eagle Grove, with a population of just over 3500. It’s a farming community with solid farmhands who are strong from the endless days working the crops and playing sports. Two of those men, Seth and Jacob, were close. Their farms were next to each other, and they were the same age, having known each other their whole lives. Now, aside from farming and sports, there’s not a lot to do in Eagle Grove, and bros being bros, Seth and Jacob found ways to have fun. The usual playing catch, trying to get the forty-year-old LTD to run again that’s been parked behind the barn all those years and hanging out in the woods were just a few. Seth and Jacob both had impressive physiques.
They were about 5-foot-11, with muscled arms, defined pecs and definition in the abs region. Seth sported chest hair with a nice treasure trail going down the abs, while Jacob had a light dusting of hair in the chest region.
Scenes from ‘Prowl 4’ at Titan
In Prowl 4, take a trip with blond muscle god Trey Rexx into a leatherman fantasy as he jerks his horsecock and conjures up one hot stud after another, beginning with sizzling muscular leatherman Anthony LaFont. After Anthony pins Trey in a wrestling match, he plunges his fat cock deep into Trey’s guts until they both spray the place with spooge. Cute hard-bodied Bobby Williams appears buck naked and chained to a hobby horse and Trey nails his ass good. And in the final scene, piggy Rhet Hengst gets fucked ferociously in a sling by one stud after another, including Marco Paris, Mike Grant, Arpad Miklos (of blessed memory) and Trey; they nearly split him in two, spearing his ass with their big dicks and spraying him with gobs of sticky spunk.
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Hey bro, are your balls ticklish too?
Like most guys that eventually get into the tickle chair at My Friends Feet, Scott Riley really didn’t know he was all that ticklish. Scott claims at first that he’s ‘fairly’ ticklish but within a few minutes he is squirming around saying stop. And this is with his shirt still. Needless to say, by the time Scott loses his shirt, socks and shoes, he is nothing but a big pile of gorgeous, well-tickled mush. He gets completely naked, and his balls turned out to be so ticklish!
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Scene Title: Scott
Scene Short Description: Scott Riley Tickled Naked
Florida Trap – Part 04
By Johnny Utah
Based on a suggestion by MetalbondNYC
I don’t know how long I was sitting there. My arms were really stiff, cuffed behind my back. My butt was sore and cold from sitting in the dirt. Was Foreman Brodie just going to leave me here? I was miserable with my piss-soaked head and my hard on.
Eventually out of the dark I saw Johnson. He was in his boxers and boots. He wasn’t wearing leg irons; for some reason that made me scared. What happened?
He came up to me. “Looks like you’re in quite a state,” he said.
“Yes, Tent Boss,” I dejectedly replied.
“I got the keys. Hold still,” Johnson said as he unlocked the chain to my collar and then my handcuffs. “Hold on, let me get the leg irons too.” I stayed sitting down.
“What about the collar?” I asked.
“No,” said Johnson. “That stays on. I don’t have a key for that.”
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Florida Trap – Part 03
By Johnny Utah
Based on a suggestion by MetalbondNYC
Sgt Stiles drove me off into the Florida Panhandle pine forests. I don’t know if we drove for five minutes or fifty. I must have nodded off a few times. Sgt Stiles didn’t say a word to me. I guess I was either too tired from working all day or I was unconsciously following his advice to keep my mouth shut. I was stuck, handcuffed in the back of the van. From time to time I’d get distracted by the back of Sgt. Stiles head. His high and tight haircut was so hot, so masculine.
We got to the camp as it was just starting to get dark. Not much to see. A clearing in the forest out in the middle of nowhere. The camp was eight canvas tents, and some plywood shacks surrounded by rows of barbed wire. The kind you see on the top of fences at prisons. There were a few poles with lights and one gate.
A guard opened the gate. We drove in and Sgt. Stiles pulled up to one of the plywood shacks. He shut off the engine, got out and came over and opened the side door. “Get out, prisoner,” he said. I got out and tried to stretch my arms. I was still handcuffed behind my back. “Go wait at the door for me, face the building, keep quiet,” Sgt Stiles said. I did what he said.