Meanwhile at TitanMen, François Sagat gets whipped, pissed on and fucked by Brendan Davies before Francois and Brendan fist Rick van Sant.
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The flogging continues at Bad Boy Bondage
At Bad Boy Bondage, Master Devon sends the winch up so that Brice Carson is entirely upside down. The sadistic master then proceeds to flog him! The captive can do nothing but writhe and scream as the strokes hit:
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Collared
Getting collared is every sub’s fantasy. But getting turned out and collared by hot uncut dom AJ Alexander is Hans Berlin’s dream cum true.
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The Pit’s Grip – Part 17
Chapter 17: The Pit’s Flood
Piss Soaks – Steel Holds
By Restrained4U
The pit pulsed, air heavy with sweat and leather, red lights flickering over concrete walls that loomed tighter since Marcus’s biometric lock sealed their fate.
Leo slumped in his chair, chaps rasping against the steel Carrera cage, cane welts itching under damp skin, eyes darting with a wild mix of frustration and jagged glee. Marcus lounged, jeans tight, boots scuffed, chest streaked with wax crust, shifting slightly, the beers from earlier pressing his bladder. Ryan sat stiff, vest creased, cap low, leather pants scuffed. Jamie leaned forward, latex uniform slick with sweat, patrol boots scuffing, exhaustion carving a bitter edge into his shadowed glare – fidgeting, full and ready to unload.
Leo took the black velvet bag from the table – Marcus’s toss still ringing – shaking it with a clink of cards sharp in the air. “My turn – guess I’ll see what this pit’s got for me,” he rasped, voice thick with a surfer’s drawl turned dark, a hint of humility softening the edge. He pulled a black card, white letters stark, reading slow, “Restrained to the shower wall, all others drench you through the grate until there’s no more to give.” He set it down – FLOOD’S DRENCH – jaw tightening as he stared at it, mind churning. Flood? Drench? Is this what I think – piss from these bastards? A twisted grin flickered, fading to a hard stare.
Surprise wake-up in jail
Liam’s jockstrap struggles to hold down his submissive, abuse-loving erection
In a dimly lit dungeon, submissive bottom Liam Evans is gagged with his hands bound behind his back. Tyler Tanner walks in, hard-cocked, with one intent: to dominate his fellow twink’s jockstrap-laden ass with a long, painful spanking session. Liam winces and whines as the slaps on his ass cheeks get harder and harder. He feels humiliated and aroused at the same time. The pain is exquisite; Tyler mocks Liam for, despite the cries and struggling, seeming to enjoy the treatment. After all, he’s tenting! Liam’s jockstrap struggles to hold down his submissive, abuse-loving erection.
Tyler bends down and plants his face between Liam’s ass cheeks, tasting his sub’s hole before sticking in a few fingers. Liam’s cries grow louder from the entry of the digits. Tyler continues to taste and finger Liam’s hole while slapping his ass — by the time Tyler has had his way, Liam’s cheeks have turned bright red.
Tyler eventually tires of the games, though. Unable to tease his bottom any further, Tyler slides his cock into Liam’s hungry hole raw. He pumps his cock in and out of Liam, driving the spanked twink to ecstasy, until he deposits a load into Liam’s guts.
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Draven Torres and Matt Stevens in a bondage fuck
Here’s a video from Daddy’s Bondage Boys. Looking to stick this pig with something other than his nightstick, Draven Torres enters Officer Matt Stevens. The cop is not in a position to do anything but squeal, so the assailant pounds away until his needs are satisfied in a huge cumshot.
Title of this video: Breaking and Entering: Part 5
Keywords: Restraints, tattoos, hairy, fucking, cum shot
Models in this shoot: Draven Torres, Matt Stevens
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The Pit’s Grip – Part 16
Chapter 16: The Pit’s Wax
Heat Burns – Flesh Melts
By: Restrained4U
The pit thrummed, air thick with sweat and leather, red lights casting jagged shadows.
Marcus slumped in his gothic chair, jeans tight, rope scars red, boots rooted, crop across his lap, belt buckle glinting. Leo sat hunched, chaps rasping against his cage, eyes wild with twisted spark. Ryan leaned back, vest creased, cap low, tags still, leather pants scuffed. Jamie hunched forward, latex slick, breath ragged, boots scuffing.
Marcus grabbed the bag, smirk dark, shaking it once – clink sharp. “My turn – pit’s still hungry.” He pulled a black card, reading slow, “Strapped to the sling or bondage table – hot wax on your chest, tied down, all three pour it on.” He slapped it down – WAX’S CLAIM – eyes hardening. “Table it is – sling’s too soft.”
Leo grinned jagged. “Gonna melt you, chief.”
Ryan snorted. “Wax’ll scar – pour it good.”
Jamie straightened, latex creaking. “Pig-boy’s frying the king.”