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Sebastian Keys

After fucking Jack Hunter and covering his low-hanging balls with a fresh load, Sebastian Keys restrains Jack in a sitting position. Jack’s raging hard-on is at the mercy of Sebastian’s every whim. Sebastian knows he has the upper hand and gets to work sucking and stroking his slave’s gigantic boner. When Jack is throbbing and almost ready to burst, Sebastian abruptly stops to face fuck Jack’s drooling mouth and to sit on his face. Sebastian reaffirms his authority and flogs Jack’s muscled chest before perching on the stud’s cock. Sebastian rides the giant pole up and down as the restrained Jack moans while his dick continues invading Sebastian’s hole. Sebastian is rock hard and his cock flops up and down with each bounce on his Jack’s thick dick. Sebastian can sense that Jack needs to blow his load and unbuckles his restraints to let him do his thing. With Sebastian’s giant sack in his mouth, Jack pounds his meat until he his cock erupts and slathers the floor with thick ropes of white jizz.

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Models in this shoot: Sebastian Keys, Jack Hunter

Categories: Anal, BDSM, Big Dick, Jerk-Off, Restraints, Rimming

Title of this shoot: The Fetish Factory

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The Wall – Part 01

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By slavebladeboi

He opened his eyes. The rough stone wall, about 4 inches from his nose, was blurred. Licking his dry lips, he moved away, but panic gripped his gut like a vice.

He couldn’t move.

The shock seemed to bring all his senses to life at once. And that’s when he felt what was holding him upright, rigid almost. He tried to move his head but could only do so a fraction. Straining his eyes downwards, he saw the steel bracket that held the collar that he now realised was round his neck, keeping his head so close to the brickwork.

He pulled at his arms. They were locked in position, about 45 degrees below the horizontal and stretched out just enough for him to feel the manacles bite into the backs of his hands, again the same distance from the wall. His elbows too were encased in an unforgiving metal bond.

He was standing straight, his knees held locked, metal tubes about 6 inches long grasped them and forbade them from bending even slightly, his ankles the same distance from the wall locked in position, his feet turned outwards to accommodate that fact.

His fear overcame his senses. He cried out, he yelled. Nothing but a hollow echo returned.

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