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Kevin’s ankles are tied back so his ripe fuckhole is exposed and vulnerable

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At BreederFuckers, Kevin may act tough, but his sweat reveals how nervous he really is being strapped down naked at the mercy of a perverted gay man. He wriggles in anger, feeling his glans being expertly licked and sucked so that he can’t help his cock thickening. His penis is prepared by being clipped between chopsticks along with his big heavy ball sack. Kevin has no clue what is to be done with him. When Adrian takes a metal device to his small piss slit, Kevin goes wild, moaning and writhing to feel his delicate hole stretched.

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Dave comes in to fix a Perspex ball crusher to his pink nuts. This stupid hetero can only stare in horror as his big fat daddy cock is manipulated by the wicked men. His shaft is clipped with pegs so that he’s hyper-aware of every inch of his genitals. Kevin’s ankles are tied back so his ripe fuckhole is exposed and vulnerable. Adrian takes his nasty power tool to screw this straight daddy’s hole hard and deep. Kevin is totally overwhelmed as the men fuck him over relentlessly hard.

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Cuffsman10 accepts Master Mike’s handcuff challenge

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This afternoon, Cuffsman10 sent the pictures and information below.

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Cuffsman10 writes,

I waited in anticipation for the cuffs to arrive as UPS always delivers in the afternoon. As I came back from running errands the package was waiting near the front door. How I just wanted to drop everything and just tear open the package like a Christmas morning present. But restraint took ahold of me even though I new what was in the envelope.

After unloading the car, I rushed downstairs with the package and tore it open, just to find the cuffs ready and waiting with no exposed key holes. So I slipped into my military gear, heart pounding against my chest. And then a quick ratchet of the cuffs and there I stood, hard pounding and racing stuck. How will I get out is all that I ponder, but now I noticed the raging hardon down below. I finished my business but my only thought was this could have been hotter if I showed more restraint and wore the steelheart.

I will get out of these cuffs eventually.

Challenge accepted Men, welded cuffs are on and not coming off soon.

 

Way to go, Cuffsman10!

 

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Leather Journey – Part 1

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By Rubrpig

Connor looked out the window after breakfast and saw it was a beautiful fall day. A perfect day for a ride on the bike. Even though he had a date with Skype tonight to confirm his travel arrangements with his SIR, he could spend the day on the bike enjoying the day.

Heading upstairs, he stripped down and walked into the closet and picked up the compression suit he wore under his leathers, and put it on. After putting on socks he walked over to the rack and picked up his back protector and strapped it on, then walked over to where his riding leathers were hanging to decide which set he would wear. Putting aside the Alpinestar Race Replicas the Dainese Aero Evo and Bora, he picked up his favourite suit. Unzipping the 2 front zips, he took the dark blue and silver Dainese T-Age Titanium from the heavy suit hanger. Sitting down, he worked his legs into the suit and pulled it up over his hips. Squatting down he worked his arms into the sleeves of the suit and slowly pushed them into the sleeves while standing up slowly.

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Catcher in the Grass

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By ty dehner

The curve is so natural, the tightness of the pants covering his ass, as it meets the heels of his cleats. His weight falls as he squats, the black plastic on his legs and knees creaks with his movement. His fist pounds the leather-padded glove on his hand, then hides behind the black padding protecting his chest. The face hugged in leather and iron, watching the speeding object coming straight for him. He faces it, it is his job, he is a baseball catcher.

The baseball catcher is the one man on the team that makes my dick hard, and my blood flow. i’ve been watching them for most of my youth until i made it to the big leagues! Growing up in Wheeler County, Nebraska, i went to as many balls games as i could. If i arrived early, i would take my place close to the home plate, not to watch the batter, but to watch that catcher. In high school, as i discovered i was gay and started to venture into sex with other guys, i dreamed of doing with a baseball jock. Four weeks before graduation that happened and i never looked back. i knew then that i would be closer to these guys, yet i was never talented enough to make the team. And working in the fields of my parent farm didn’t help.

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A Rubberboi on the Farm – Chapter 03

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By R8080

“Sit,” his Master said and Alex put his rubber-covered ass on the ground.

They were back in the kitchen. The heavy rubber overalls Alex had worn when he first arrived were still in a heap by the door. Alex felt his dick grow as he saw them again and he tried to touch himself with his elbows in their rubber sleeves.

“Leave your bone boi.”

Alex looked up quickly at his Master’s face and let his rubber paws drop to his sides.

“Good boi.”

His master scratched him behind his ears and Alex eagerly licked at the sleeve of the gloves he wore. He could taste the gauntlets in his mouth as his Master moved his hand around to his face and he began to suck harder. The rubber was thick, hard, but he could feel the heat beneath.

“Chow time,” the Master said.

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