I love the sound in this one! Chris Mitchell aka The Sneaker Boy shows us how it’s done with Danner Recon boots and a set of heavy shackles:
This unlisted video is being shared here with permission of The Sneaker Boy.
I love the sound in this one! Chris Mitchell aka The Sneaker Boy shows us how it’s done with Danner Recon boots and a set of heavy shackles:
This unlisted video is being shared here with permission of The Sneaker Boy.
At BrutalTops, sadistic straight Master Jake returns to dominate and humiliate feeble fag elliott. The runt is squirming completely naked in a toilet and the Master finds him and proceeds to dish out his harsh treatment. With cane in hand, the snarling Master treats the sub like a hound and fastens a tight collar onto him before ordering him to lick clean the filthy toilet bowl.
Then the top pulls the worm around the toilet room, all the time shouting abuse and thrashing him with the cane. The damage continues when the Master puts his heavy boots on the worm’s pathetic dick and squashes it, causing elliott considerable pain. On all fours, the sub is ordered to lick clean Jake’s boots before he is made to sit down on a huge dildo, which stretches his arsehole to the max.
The humiliation is completed by the sub having to walk around the room on all fours with the big dildo still hanging out of his ruined hole!
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By Unknown
It all started off as a thought composed from a thousand images and hundreds of conversations. A distillation of so many vibrations that all lead to the cock!
Tonight I’m going to install the hood that took years to make. A second to design, one thought that lead me on the pursuit of perfection.
Riding down an escalator to the subway, the thought came and I saw the hood all at once. My cock responded by growing hard in my jeans…….I knew it was the one. Necessary like so many other devious items, like so many pairs of boots. But so individually hot that it could be no other.
By Lars
Originally published in Drummer magazine
Part 1: Preliminaries
In our introductory correspondence, when the cowboy first used the term, it turned me off. Boot slave. Hell, I craved boots, leather and bondage—even rigid bondage—but somehow I preferred the image of “prisoner” or “convict” not slave. The gay connotation of “slave” was, well, too slavish to suit me. Homosexual slaves, it seemed, service their masters voluntarily, wimpishly, without genuine compulsion. Conversely, prisoners and convicts pulled time involuntarily.