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A rough strip search in prison

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Lifetime “gangsters” really think they are working in the service of crime. This guy is so set in his bent ways that he has no idea how normal people behave. There is a whole pecking order in prison that guys like him adhere to and think everyone else should obey too. It all comes crashing down of course when a young prison officer takes offence at their cocky ways and the lag finds himself dragged off, stripped entirely naked and thoroughly knocked about and has his dick and hairy arsehole fully exposed! That’ll teach him!

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Male BDSM porn: Drake Temple gets tied, tickled and edged

With Drake Temple immobilized at Men On Edge, Sebastian calls Van to come over to help him out.

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The two pervs tear away Drake’s clothes and begin teasing his uncut cock. Drake tries to struggle, but with his tight bondage he’s not going anywhere. Vibrating hitachi’s are pressed against his cockhead to drive him wild before his balls are tied down to the bed to hold him in place. Van and Sebastian find some feathers and tickle the hell out of Drake’s body. After shoving the prostate massager up the bound stud’s ass, Sebastian milks his prostate until Drake blows his load all over his stomach and gets finished off with more tickle torture.

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It started with Mitts –Part 15

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We’re lying on the large blanket in the garden. I feel the sun on my skin. Yes, on my skin! For once, I’m not wearing a rubber suit. My skin is allowed to breathe, at least partially. But my head is once again wrapped in the thickly padded leather hood. The earplugs are still in, as is the gag, and my eyes are still taped shut. But the rubber hood has also been removed. And I’m in the rubber straitjacket. But at least I’m not wearing a suit underneath.

My legs are spread quite wide, almost painfully wide, with a spreader bar. My head is in Bob’s lap. Jad sits or lies a little further down, near my legs. When Bob strokes my head, it creates a noise in the hood, a whooshing or scratching. This drowns out all other sounds. Only when Bob isn’t touching my head at all can I hear a little bit of what’s outside. Not much; I just hear muffled voices. Bob and Jad are talking. Sometimes they laugh. I can’t understand a word, but I get a certain vibe.

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