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Shock Collar Thugs
Check out these vintage pictures from “Shock Collar Thugs” at Brutal Tops:
His arse bright red from a recent thrashing, painpig is dragged in to be fucked hard by Master Darren. The young builder sticks his rampant tool up the bottom’s sore arse and begins happily thrusting away. The squealing sod can barely speak as Darren plows deep and fast into his arse. But Dave makes him describe his humiliation by giving him nasty slaps to the head.
Dave whips out his cock and demands to be serviced by the bottom’s slobbering mouth. This BJ rapidly turns into a throat fuck. Darren goes first, depositing tasty gobs of fresh sperm into the wretched bottom’s mouth. Ordered to swallow Darren’s mess, his mouth then receives another present, this time from the soldier Dave.
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Pain and humiliation at Brutal Tops
Dave and Darren are up for fun today. They have a pain pig to play with and two arses that need a good licking. But pain pig needs to earn that reward. The object of the exercise is total pain, because the two sadists know they’ll get a better rimming from their bottom that way.
He’s bound to the weight bench and they torment his cock and balls with clothespins to make it a real porcupine before turning their attention to his nipples and applying bulldog clips to them.
Darren’s hairy nuts need a clean next, and both delicious globes are pressed into the bottom’s mouth. Darren makes a nice seat out of the pain pig’s mouth, wriggling his young builder’s bare ass onto his mouth while Dave flogs the poor bugger.
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New Gear – Part 1
By ty dehner
The knock on the door broke my concentration on my computer screen. Before I could get out of my chair, there was a second knock. I hurried from the home office to the front room and front door. Opening it was a hot looking FedEx dude in his uniform. He smiled at me, no doubt a bit taken aback by me being in my full latex suit with heavy collar and shackles attached. He didn’t say anything as he handed me a large box. I put it on the floor as he had me sign his tablet. I turned to pick up the box again, and I heard under his breath “slave.” This took me by surprise, and I looked at him.
The FedEx man commented, “You are getting off easy, slave. If I owned you, you would be hooded also.”
I smiled at him. “Thank you, Sir, I will let my Master know of your suggestion.”
He took another look, smiled and then headed back to his truck.
After shutting the door, I looked at the label on the box and was excited to see that it was from the motorcycle store, and it was the gear I ordered last week. I had always wanted full MX gear, and my Master gave me permission last week to order it. I think I might have been a bit heavy in my hinting, but he watched as I ordered and that made me feel really good.
For anyone who ever wanted to see THIS bully get taken down a peg or two …
… check out this feature, over at Brutal Tops:
It only takes a few strokes of BrutalTops Master Toby’s skillful hand on the sub’s pathetic cock to make it stand rigid. Then Master Billy viciously beats the erection with a leather flogger until it’s limp again, laughing at the pain he’s causing the sleazy punter. Every time Toby teases the punter’s cock hard, Billy flays it soft again, until the poor sub’s penis is battered and bruised.
Ramming a tail dildo in its slutty ass, Toby rides the pony around their expensive apartment while Billy relentlessly flogs its buttocks for extra encouragement, stinging electro shocks delivered to its testicles via a collar Toby’s strapped around them — this punter wanted the works from his tormentors, and he sure as hell is getting it!
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Fucked by a ‘brutal top’ at Brutal Tops
I love the collar and cock cage this fag (also known as ‘it’) is wearing while getting brutally fucked up his ass at Brutal Tops:
Pushing the sub down onto its back, Master Shamus lifts its legs for easy access to the sub’s slutty anus. One hard thrust and his monster cock pushes through James’ sphincter and he’s in. Shamus takes his pleasure rough and hard, not caring for one second about the moans and complaints from the sub as his fat hard cock tears into James’ arse. Flipping the sub over on the hay bale to fuck it from behind, grabbing a handful of hair to wrench it’s head back, pushing even harder to penetrate deeper into it’s gut …
Shamus kneels over its face, spurts of cum slashing across James’ lips and cheek, several more spurts directed straight down its dirty, slutty throat … Not one drop is to be wasted!
VIDEO at BrutalTops
Athletic rugby players Guy and Derek
Athletic rugby players Guy and Derek are working on their body tackles, using their sub instead of a padded tackle bag to slam their powerful bodies into. All their physical exertion has worked up quite a sweat, so they use their sub’s mouth to clean their ripe sweaty armpits, slurping away every last bead of nectar with its wet tongue.
Derek’s rugby boots reek of his manly odor and sweat. Taking them off, he plants the opening of one boot firmly across Wilkinson’s mouth and nose like a face mask to seal in all that warm, pungent essence as Guy fucks its slutty ass.
VIDEO at Brutal Tops
The Convict – Part 01
By Joshua Ryan
THIS IS A STORY ABOUT ADULTS, FOR ADULTS ONLY
Part 1
“There ought to be a world like that.” That’s what went through my mind every morning that fall.
It will take me a while to explain what I mean. I’ve got the time. Do you?
I was working for Freer and Sons, in the new industrial park. They’d opened their building about three months before. They were one of the first firms out there. There wasn’t much of anything except new-laid blacktop, naked white sidewalks, half-empty offices, and a deli that felt free to overcharge. The Freer Building overlooked a park that the city had about half developed and, just down the hill from that, a long stretch of land that used to be somebody’s farm. That’s where the next set of streets would go. In the meantime it was nothing but weeds and rubbish, with some surveyor’s sticks planted here and there. And convicts. There were convicts working in that field.
I found out about the convicts when I was waiting for my bus. Every morning at 7:09, the commuter train left me at the new station on Executive Way, and I waited at the curb for my shuttle bus. And one morning in late September, the convicts went by. Like me, they were on their way to work.
Of course, they didn’t look like me. I was wearing the gray suit that had cost way too much for a guy just out of college, and I was holding the briefcase that I’d bought for $650 and had stamped with my initials, JSR, because I’d noticed that every guy at Freer had a briefcase like that with his own initials stamped on it. Every guy that was ambitious, anyway. Every guy that wanted to establish who he was. When you’re as junior as I was, you’ve got to spend enough to make them take you seriously. That was one reason why I didn’t drive my car. Besides having to pay for parking, I couldn’t afford to let anyone notice what a piece of junk I owned. I knew that they’d never mention it, but I also knew that they’d be talking behind my back about how I wasn’t “bringing much to the firm.”