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Twinks in a dimly lit sex dungeon
Benji Dawsten has his arms bound and his mouth gagged in a dimly lit sex dungeon. His olive skin glistens with sweat, even in this darkened place. His smooth body is framed with nothing but his black jockstrap and leather choker. Tyler Tanner walks in, his hard cock protruding in front of him. He’s wearing nothing but a leather harness. He finds the submissive slave waiting for him, and he taunts and teases the slut, who moans and whines through a leather gag. Tyler tongue-fucks Benji’s twink hole before sliding his rigid dom cock into the sub’s hole.
With his arms in straps, Benji can’t keep his balance as Tyler begins the pounding, so Tyler holds him steady by the neck and throat. The dom top begins to growl and moan as he feels his balls tighten. As his orgasm draws near, he’s ready to flood Benji’s hole, just as he’s done the night before, and the night before that…
VIDEO at BoundTwinks.com
Title: Tyler Tanner & Benji Dawsten Encounter 2
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Worshipping Daddy’s boots
Sexy muscle pup Michael Roman worships Drew Sebastian’s leather ridding boots before sucking the cum from his huge nuts:
See the video at Nasty Daddy
Title of this shoot: Daddy’s Boot
Joey – Part 01
By slavebladeboi
Joey lay still. The cold, hard concrete under him made his shoulders and hips hurt but there was little he could do about it. The chains that held him in a tight spread eagle gave no mercy to his joints. He debated whether to open his eyes or not. Blindfolded, all he saw when they were open was the same black, endless void that confronted him when they were shut. Why bother. It was easier just to, well relax was probably not the first thought he had, but perhaps become less confused, less frightened? Little choice but just wait for the sound of the boot leather on stone as they marched over to where he lay prone.
Time had very little meaning for him. He had tried to think clearly about how he had got where he was right now, but it all became a confused mass of disjointed, chaotic thoughts over which he had no control. Hours, days even. It couldn’t be longer than days could it, to be used and abused by both of them.? He presumed there were two of them as he regularly felt four hands, whether they were the same four hands every time was an unknown. And it felt like he’d been there for ever.