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In this male bondage video, Phenix Saint turns the tables on Luke Riley:
Synopsis: Luke Riley just got out of prison, and he’s already involved in a ransom scheme. Holding up in an old trailer in the middle of the forest, he’s watching over Phenix Saint while his buddy is trying to get the ransom money. Running out of beer, Luke is bored, frustrated, and getting horny as hell. He takes it out on Phenix, who is tied up in the closet. Phenix gets flogged and is made to suck cock. When Luke passes out on the couch, Phenix breaks free and turns the tables on him. It’s no longer about sex, it’s now about power. Phenix ties Luke to the sleeper sofa and gives him a taste of his own medicine. He then suspends Luke from the ceiling fan and fucks him until he screams for mercy.
Title of this video: Hickville
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By Peter B. and Art Intelli
Chapter Seven: The Trial of Strength
I spent the next few days under the ever-watchful eyes of the Baldies. My body ached from hard labor — hauling firewood, scrubbing tires, and fetching supplies. Still shackled at the wrists and ankles, I could do nothing but obey. Viktor in his cage was never fed. Brought water once a day. Maybe.
At night, my chains padlocked to a tree, I dreamt about possible escapes, but every plan seemed doomed. Viktor was caged. I was in irons. The bikers were ruthless, their camp well-guarded. Fuzz, in particular, seemed to delight in watching me. He enjoyed it to see me struggle as I worked against my chains, always smirking from the shadows.
Then, one evening, after another grueling day, Q-Ball gathered the gang around the fires and made an announcement.
British jock Paddy O’Brian is too good looking for his own good. He wakes up to find himself stretched out on a metal table with his hands tied above his head and ankles tied to the other end.
Paddy helplessly squirms around trying to get free but all he can do is flex his muscles throughout his body as the camera captures ever-bulging angle. He works up quite a sweat and quite a raging hard-on while doing this. Does he ever break free to give his throbbing cock some much-needed attention? Find out for yourself at Bound Jocks!
By Peter B. and Art Intelli
Chapter Six: Captured by the Baldy Bikers
The roar of motorcycles died down as we pulled into a clearing deep in the woods. Firelight flickered off twisted tree trunks, casting eerie shadows over the makeshift biker camp. Many tents and oil drum fires surrounded a large circle of dirt in the center of the camp, with a row of heavy-duty choppers parked in a line like wild animals at rest. Off to one side I saw an old-fashioned barber chair, the black leather seat torn and stained, but its chrome and porcelain gleaming in the firelight. At the other end of the camp I noticed several objects, all under filthy tarps, one appeared to be a large crate of some kind.
They yanked me off the back of the bike and dragged me toward the center dirt circle. My wrists ached from the cuffs, my breath coming in short gasps. I was shoved to my knees.
“Welcome to your New Life, boy,” Q-Ball sneered.