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A personal trainer is turned into a popper slave
Marc has always been a domineering bastard. He turned his alpha drive into a profession by becoming a personal trainer, driving his subjects hard while flaunting his hard masculine body. He’s filled with rage fighting against his restrains while Adrian plunges into his virgin hole, stretching his sphincter and making him cry. As he’s given some poppers to loosen him up even more, Adrian drives into him.
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Tier Four – Part 2
By BoundLongAndHard
Seth affirmatively responded without hesitation. He did want to hear more. He tried to suppress any apprehension about what additional expectations and requirements came with the “higher tiered work.”
Having gone through precisely this discussion with countless young guys before, Creighton loved the combination of ambition and fear that kept them listening without knowing what would be in store for them. He got off on the power this gave him over them. They were so easy to control and manipulate it almost wasn’t challenge any more. And this one seemed especially worthy. He had a superior body and the right attitude. He would fetch a high price and bolster Creighton’s brand.
Creighton began explaining that the additional requirements of tiers 3 and 4 were straight forward, but again, not for everyone. Tier 3 required the sketch model to be hairless from the neck down. Like an uncontrollably excited student who happens to be the smarted kid in the class and raises his hand immediately to broadcast to all that he knows the answer the teacher’s next question, Seth interrupted Creighton to remind him that competitive swimmers – like he had been – shave their bodies before swim meets. Though he hadn’t done that in a while, this wouldn’t be a big deal for him. Offended by the interruption, Creighton disdainfully explained that he wasn’t talking about shaving. That wasn’t good enough for the higher tiered work here. Seth was confused. Did Creighton mean body waxing? Seth had never done that, but he would be willing to try it, perhaps. Seth took care not to interrupt Creighton again and waited for him to explain further.
Austin gets tied to the discipline bench
At BreederFuckers, Austin is kitted up in a jock strap and footy shorts and tied to the discipline bench. His round arse is perfectly highlighted in those thin white shorts. Dave lays into his bum like an angry daddy lashing his cheeks with a belt till Austin’s muscular body is trembling uncontrollably. With his shorts destroyed it’s revealed how burning sore his behind has become, but Dave mercilessly lays into Austin’s arse driving the weeping captive to the edge of his endurance. The sport lad’s gonads and prick are restrained so that any tiny movement Austin makes causes him the most intense agony.
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Male forced nudity in the rugby club
At CMNM.net, the teammates all gang up on Leo and egg each other on as he’s manipulated to the point of growing a big fat stiffy right in the middle of the rugby club! This only spurs the lads on more to mock and jeer him as Leo can’t control his boner as it is rigorously pumped and manipulated. The dirty exhibitionist can’t hide how turned on he is from his buddies, who watch him being driven into a frenzy of sexual excitement. This is legendary!
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Liam gets bound in his football uniform
Since Liam is so averse to being seduced, Adrian whips his shorts down and suspends one leg and his dick and balls in the air. Now he’s bound and with his arse totally exposed! There’s no way for him to evade the vibrator, which is rammed up his fuckhole and drilled into him till his guys are humming.
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Over the Line – Part 5: Touchdown
By ty dehner
I wake slowly, out of the darkness I feel someone spit on my face. It doesn’t roll down, it just stays there, and as I focus I see the blue eyes of my Linebacker. My throat is raw as I try to reach for him but find my hands are still bound behind me. My Sir’s face is bloodied. I try to speak but can’t for I’m still gagged.
“Pig,” he gently smiles and then stands, and I see a booted foot swing over me as Sir kicks the oncoming cowboy. Struggling my body around I see more of the barn, two of the cowboys are out cold, the noose I still around my neck but the rope has been undone and strings from the ceiling loosely. As Sir fights the last cowboy, I try to stand, hoping to give any assistance I can. The cracking of some bones can be heard as Sir slams the cowboy into a post. Breathing heavily Sir steps back and the cowboy falls into a pile of horse shit, face first. Bent over and out of breath, Linebacker Sir looks at what he has accomplished and sits on a bale of hay.
Getting to my knees, then my feet, I walk to my strong Master. I look at him, as he looks up at me. Awkwardly kneeling, I lay my head in his lap. Still gagged and my hands bound, it is all I can do to let him know how much he means to me. His hand gently strokes my head.
