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Video: Hard treatment in and out of a cage
Scroll down for a free video preview from MyDirtiestFantasy.com. Every slave has to wait for his master in a cage sometimes, and that’s what Pan Bash is doing. When his master, Yah-Jil, enters in the room, he orders him, still inside the cage, to suck his long and thick cock. Yah-jil lets his slave out the cage before fucking his hole and pissing on his head. But the master hasn’t finished yet and the hard-treatment continues, this time with whips and hot wax. After that, Yah-jil places Pan on the cage where his face and ass are wildly fucked. Soon the master secures Pan in the stocks to finish fucking hard his ass and blasts his load all over his face and mouth.
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Title of this shoot: Roughed Up Slave, Scene 1
Aymeric DeVille, Gio Forte, Mark Bartos, Billy Berlin, David Anthony and Tibor Wolfe in Caged
These images are from the Titan Men feature Caged
Cornered. Captured. Caged. David Anthony, Aymeric DeVille and Tibor Wolfe lead the charge in an aggressive outing bursting with spit, piss, fists and massive dicks. Resistance is futile — there’s no escape from this prison, where the bars aren’t the only thing stiff as steel. Captive Aymeric DeVille is at the mercy of David Anthony, Tibor Wolfe and Gio Forte, who unleash their abuse in an intense oral orgy dripping with spit and piss. David Anthony takes Tibor Wolfe deeper into the darkness for more punishment, the duo working up a breathless sweat filled with fucking, pissing and fisting. With his dick, piss and fists, smooth muscle stud Billy Berlin lets loose on eager-to-please prisoner Mark Bartos in the depths of a dungeon.
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Look at Me, slave
By boyryan54
I am trembling. My shoulders and back are aching, and my knees screaming from the stress position. Hunched over in the cage, arms behind my back in a rubber arm binder, pulled up and attached to the top of the cage. The top of my muzzle is secured to the top front of the cage by what I am guessing is some rope, ensuring my body leans forward. My legs folded on themselves, secured with thick rubber belts over my rubbered body.
I have been mewing and mumbling into the gag in my mouth, but not sure how much is being heard due to the muzzle over my hooded head. The blindfold and ear plugs ensuring all my senses are heightened, and I moan as I feel a bead of sweat roll down by back between the rubber and my skin.
RubCop is locked up in his rubber happy space
In a video, RubCop puts himself into an orange StudioGum inflatable rubber bag with assistance from Dalton. This heavy rubber bag has an inflatable bladder on both the bottom and top, each inflatable separately. The bag fits perfectly in the vertical steel cage, placed horizontally on the floor.
See VIDEO of the above-pictured action at Serious Male Bondage
Title: RUBCOP – PART 2OF2
Patrick Rogue in a steel cage
The Caged Pornstar
By BondageChallengeGames
The trucker had snagged a good one. A pornstar famed for his big cock, huge loads, and ability to cum multiple times in a row. He’d be perfect. The trucker had driven out to Vegas, where the pornstar was currently working. After some internet searches and stalking, he’d found the apartment he was staying at and walked up to the door with a large package under his arm. He sat the package down.
The trucker knocked on the door, it was early in the morning. He knocked again. Then again. Finally, a tired and clearly frustrated man opened the door. The pornstar had wrapped himself up in a blanket to meet this unexpected early visitor. The trucker, dressed in a UPS outfit, held a clipboard up to the pornstar.
“I need you to sign this”
Chain Gang – Part 02
By slaveobjectx
The Cage
Still handcuffed, I was bustled into the back of a huge prison van which was waiting at the front of the courthouse. To my surprise, inside the back there wasn’t a bench or anything like that to sit on. Instead, there only were a number of low cages, a bit like dog kennels but with a row of thick iron bars on the front. In a quick glance, I counted at least eight of them, four building a first row, and four a second behind, but because of the twilight it was difficult to oversee the whole cargo-space and to distinguish if there were more rows in the darkness behind those I could see.
I immediately realized that there was no mistake in putting me in this van, which clearly wasn’t one used by the local zoo, for these cages clearly weren’t meant to transport beasts but men. In each of the two furthermost cages a young man had been locked in, apparently forced by the lowness and narrowness of his cage to crouch on his fours like a dog. Both were rather tall, around my own age, wearing just a T-shirt and jeans as I did.