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The Toe Tapper

Dean Tucker is a dirty guy who hangs around public restrooms as a hobby

 

Synopsis: Dean Tucker is a dirty guy who hangs around public restrooms as a hobby. His luck runs out when he taps his toes for officer Tyler Saint. Tyler cuffs him right on the spot and frisks him for any concealed weapon. Dean’s hard cock is the only thing hidden under his clothes. Tyler finds that as a come-on and punishes Dean for his nastiness. After some hard corporal, Tyler fucks Dean suspended inside the toilet stall. At the end of the day, we are not sure if Dean is being punished or he’s having a typical afternoon.

Title of this video: The Toe Tapper

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Long Arm of the Law

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Repeat offender Brandon Moore knows the routine. Officer Dolan Wolf comes by every morning and sticks his hard cock through the bars for his daily blow job. Despite his protests, Dolan makes the young prisoner gag on his fat cock, but he’s not satisfied. He makes Moore strip naked and begins to probe his ass with his nightstick. Today he’s going to shove his fist up the guy’s ass and there’s nothing he can do about it. Officer Wolf pulls on the rubber gloves, pours lube over Moore’s big round ass and shoves his fist inside. Dolan probes his prisoner’s deep hole then orders him to get onto the cot and ‘put on a show.’ The twisted cop orders Moore to shoves his own fist up his ass while he stands by and jacks off until he shoots his load all over the cell floor.

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The Pit’s Grip – Part 13

Chapter 13: The Pit’s Prize

Latex Rises – Power Shifts

By Restrained4U

The pit growled, chains clinking.

Marcus lounged, jeans tight, boots scuffed. Jamie slumped, plugged, naked, twitching.

Leo gripped Ryan’s leash, cage pressing, chaps creaking. Ryan knelt, leather straining.

Marcus tossed the bag to Leo. “Your turn.”

Marcus tossed the black velvet bag to Leo. “Your turn,” he said. Leo caught it, fingers clawing. “My turn,” he growled, surf drawl sharp. He dug in, pulling a golden card. “Rewards card: take control of the game, new look, new you – reinvent yourself, gear up, own it,” – GOLD’S THRONE – stamped in white, Leo read.

Leo’s grip tightened, eyes blazing. “This is mine – out of this cage, dress the part to dominate Ryan, rule the pit,” he hissed, card shaking. He pictured himself in leather, boots, a Dom’s crown – unstoppable, commanding. “I’d be the badass and own this place,” he boasted, voice rising, cage straining.

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My Pal Jock and the Guy in the Diner

By Hunter Perez

“Bingo, did you ever get the feeling that you were being watched?” said Jock while we were in the midst of a late-night meal at a roadside diner just outside of town. Jock was enjoying a Greek salad and a cup of green tea while I indulged in a pizza burger deluxe with French fries and a large Coke – yeah, I’m a slob.

“No, of course not,” I responded as I mopped up a drop of pizza sauce with one of my French fries. “What brings that up?”

Jock laughed and shook his head. “You eat like an eight-year-old. Seriously, there’s a guy at a table across from us who hasn’t stopped staring at you since we got here. Don’t tell me that you didn’t notice him.”

“Oh, please,” I responded between bites of my pizza burger. “No one is staring at me. If anything, the guy’s probably staring at you. And can you blame him? With that tight t-shirt showing off your muscles, you’re the life of the party. You don’t expect a runt like me to steal your spotlight”

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