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By ChrisTheHiker
Despite being tired, I struggle to get to sleep. I have to admit, I am not really used to wearing a muzzle, bondage shorts and mitts to sleep… Physically, all these things are rather uncomfortable. But the worst thing is that they’re arousing. And I have been aroused for hours now without being able to release myself. But the worst of the worst is Finn pressed up against me, his arm wrapped around me like a predator encircling its prey, with no intention of letting it get away. I actually have no desire to sleep. I want him to caress me, to rub against me. I want to feel his muscular body transferring his strength to me.
But Finn lies motionless beside me. He is breathing deeply. I try to move to change position slightly, but I feel his muscles tense.
Bound Jock Dolan Wolf is tied on his stomach with his hairy ass in the air. Bob Hager comes into the room and takes advantage of the helpless jock by drilling both of his holes. First, he starts with Dolan’s open mouth until he is nice and hard, and then Bob walks around the back of the tied up stud to stick it in his rear end. Using the ankle ropes as handles, Bob power fucks Dolan until he cums.
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By ChrisTheHiker
The motorbike weaves through the bends of the narrow Swedish roads. Fortunately, the rain has stopped, but the storm continues to rage. The bike wobbles with every gust of wind, yet Finn maintains complete control over the trajectory. I have actually never been on a motorbike in my life. I have thought about getting my licence several times—it would save me a lot of time getting into the centre of Milan—but in the end, the opportunity never arose. And I must admit that ever since a friend of mine from school had a serious accident, the after-effects of which he still suffers from, I have been quite anxious about motorbikes.
But not behind Finn. I can tell he is in complete control of his bike. And I can tell he is not riding to impress me. And yet I am impressed. Everything about him impresses me. Overwhelms me. Captivates me. On the back of this motorbike, my arms clinging to this tall, blue-eyed bloke in all leather, my legs spread and my crotch pressed against him, against the leather of his trousers, I think back to how I ended up here. On this motorbike heading towards an unknown destination, a chain padlocked around my neck. I don’t really have an explanation, other than that I felt the need to accept his offer to put me up and that I felt the need to get down on my knees in front of him when he asked me to. It just felt natural. And yet, even though I am usually a bit reserved by nature, I don’t even feel anxious; I feel calm and relaxed.