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Office worker gets restrained in the storage room

July 3, 2018 Metal 1 Comment

Tony Orlando is in the office storage room pretending to work, but he’s preoccupied with the thought of dick as he doodles a cartoon cock on his notepad. Tony tries to hide his obsession from his boss, Sergeant Miles, who walks in and finds out what Tony has on his mind. Sergeant is unimpressed with both the drawings and Tony’s choice of underwear and wants to teach him a lesson by throwing the young office worker to the floor and planting his cock in Tony’s mouth. Sergeant is relentless in his degradation and gives the deviant employee a rough face fucking. Sergeant can see that even with the extreme throat fucking and verbal humiliation, Tony isn’t getting the message of what it takes to work in his office. Sergeant takes it a step further and bends Tony over a table, binding him with plastic wrap so that the young stud can’t move. Sergeant is determined to get his point across and slams his thick cock deep into Tony’s tight, smooth ass. Sergeant reams Tony’s hole, treating him like the slut he is until he cuts Tony loose and leads him off to his office like a dog on a leash.

Title of this shoot: Sexual His ASSment

Models in this shoot: Sergeant Miles, Tony Orlando

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The Fetish Factory

June 26, 2018 Metal Leave a comment

Meanwhile at Fisting Central, Mike Panic locks eyes with hunky Mason Lear from inside his cage, and when Mason gives his crotch a tug Mike knows it’s time to pounce. He steps out of the cage and gets on his knees to service the young stud’s thick curved cock before he bends him over to tongue fuck his hairy asshole. Mason loves every flick from Mike’s probing tongue but wants to take it to a whole new level when he reveals a table full of rope and toys. Mike is excited to play along with Mason’s fantasies and lets Mason tie him up and suspend him from the ceiling. With no control over what Mason might do next, Mike submits to Mason’s domination as he gets every inch of his body teased, tapped and tickled. As Mike’s boner grows, Mason lowers him to the floor to reposition him for a proper fucking. Mason slides his throbbing cock deep into Mike’s open hole and pounds away until he’s ready to blow. Mike deserves a reward for all of his submission, so Mason finally lets him down to take everything he has to offer. With a few final strokes to his swollen cock, Mason slathers Mike’s beard and mouth with cum.

Models in this shoot: Mike Panic, Mason Lear

Key words: Anal, Big Dick, Jock Straps, Oral, Restraints, Rimming

Title of this shoot: The Fetish Factory

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Dolf Dietrich and Pierce Paris get into leather, bondage and fisting

April 1, 2018 Metal Leave a comment

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Pierce Paris has been fantasizing about being Master Dolf Dietrich’s sex slave. It’s to the point that Pierce can’t make it through a full day of work without whipping out his cock and jacking off at his desk. Master Dolf has agreed to train Pierce, and when Pierce shows up for his first session, Dolf pulls out all the stops to give Pierce the full slave experience. Dolf knows the importance of putting a slave in his place from the beginning and with Pierce blindfolded, pulls out a cane to tap Pierce’s big cock and balls. With each learning experience that Pierce passes, Dolf moves onto a more complex situation, from nipple clamps to more intense cock and ball torture and culminating in getting flogged with his sack tied with a rope. Dolf pushes Pierce to the absolute limit when he stuffs his slave’s asshole with a mega dong before pulling it out and going ass to mouth down Pierce’s dirty slave throat. After tasting his own hole, Pierce is ready to offer up his body for the ultimate slave experience and lets Dolf hog tie him on the bed. Will Dolf eventually fuck him or will Pierce be stranded vulnerable and compromised?

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Models in this shoot: Dolf Dietrich, Pierce Paris

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Fetish Findr

January 22, 2018 Metal Leave a comment

When Nate Grimes gets home he finds a note from his master, Colby Jansen, instructing him to come over with his buddy, Gabriel Dalessandro. Colby has planned his session for the two guys and readies his dungeon by carefully laying out his various leather toys. The guys show up hard and ready for Colby in their jocks and collars and give themselves up for anything that Colby desires. The Master starts off slowly by securing Gabriel’s hands and having Nate rim his asshole. Nate is told to come around to Gabriel’s front side and when he sucks Gabriel’s cock without permission, he gets a spanking. When Colby is satisfied Nate has learned his lesson, he relents on the punishment and lets Nate suck all the cock he wants. Colby is ready to dole out some pleasure and sits down behind Gabriel to give him the flogging of his life. Gabriel’s experience is pure sensory overload as he gets flogged while having his dick sucked. As a reward for their good behavior, Colby allows the two slaves to suck his dick. Happy to be giving their master some attention, the cocksuckers work their magic and bring Colby to the brink of blowing a giant load.

Models in this shoot: Nate Grimes, Gabriel Dalessandro, Colby Jansen

Title of this shoot: Fetish Findr — scene video preview here

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Bondage Garage

December 10, 2016 Metal Leave a comment

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Sitting on a steel barrel, mechanic’s apprentice Micky Mackenzie jerks his cock while gazing at a gay porn mag. Behind him, lead mechanic Lance Hart is unimpressed. If Micky wants to keep his job, he’ll have to give Lance what he wants. Micky stands up straight and Lance binds him to a post with thick, rough hemp rope. Lance attaches Micky’s hands to his cock and starts intensely tickling the young apprentice. Lance even strips off Micky’s socks and attacks his feet. No matter how much Micky struggles, he can’t get away from Lance’s tickling fingers. After completing his relentless ticklation, Lance straps a gag over Micky’s face with a big, black dildo protruding from it. He pushes Micky down on the pole so that he is crouching on the floor. Shedding his work jumpsuit, Lance backs his ass up into Micky’s face and fucks himself on the dildo strapped to Micky’s mouth. When Lance has satisfied his ass, he unties Micky, lays him on top of a barrel, and shoves his cock inside the sub’s tight hole. Micky squeezes his eyes shut and contorts his face as Lance has his way with Micky’s ass.

Actors in this shoot: Lance Hart, Micky Mackenzie

Categories: Anal, Boots, Jock Straps, Oral, Restraints, Toys

Title: Bondage Garage

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Nine Words

October 18, 2016 Areallytallboy 5 Comments

By Arealltallboy

Somehow it dawns on me. I’m awake. There isn’t much else making sense right now, but I know that I’m awake, conscious. This isn’t a dream. The next thing that dawns on me is my head, and particularly, me headache. It’s throbbing, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Every beat of my heart feels like a mallet pounding away at the front of my skull. It’s almost enough to drown out the noise around me, which leads to the third realization–noise, of which there is very little. Calming down, working through the pounding sensation in my head, I listen, and aside from a dull hum, I hear nothing. Moving my eyes around, another realization–I’m blindfolded. The surprise leads me to jerk my head forward, only to be met by the sensation of a strong strap holding it down. I’m lying down. There’s no doubt about that. Not only is there a strap holding my head down to this stiffly-padded table, but other straps are holding down my chest, belly, biceps, forearms, wrists, thighs, above and below the knees, and my ankles. I can struggle, but there isn’t much play, nor am I able to extricate myself from this position. There’s something strapped over my nose and mouth. I’d know if it was a gas mask, but this isn’t one. Definitely a blindfold over my eyes, and some sort of breathing mask tightly enveloping my mouth and nose. Meanwhile, this headache.

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A Rubberboi on the Farm – Chapter 04

May 5, 2016 R8080 3 Comments

By R8080

“Morning boi.”

Alex looked up as he heard the heavy padlock of the cage being removed and the door opened. He backed out, and his neck was tugged by the thick chain he was still attached to. His Master crawled into the cage as Alex panicked in his early morning haze.

It all came back to him as his Master straddled him in the small confines of the cage and kissed him deeply through the rubber dog mask. His cycling, the journey to the farm. He let his arms, bent double in the gimp suit, touch along his Master’s side.

Unlocking His boi, Alex’s Master helped him out of the cage and gently began extracting Alex from his predicament. He pulled the tail out of Alex’s ass, the attached butt plug now dry. Alex sighed into his hood as he felt the invader vanish. Unzipping the suit, Alex felt the cold rush of air against his skin and shivered as the suit dropped away. He stretched his arms as they were freed, the tired muscles enjoying their new range of motion.

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Undercover – Chapter 7

December 20, 2015 Metal 1 Comment

By lthr_jock

When Jim arrived at Inferno, he used his key to let himself in and headed straight to the bar area. As part of his strategy of getting into Steve’s inner circle, Jim had let himself be convinced to work behind the bar a couple of nights a week. So far he hadn’t found out anything, but there was still time. As he arrived he nodded to the other two bar staff, who were dressed like himself and both also heavily muscled, making their Fred Perry shirts strain over their barrel chests. As he started to sort his section of the bar out, he chatted with the two others.

As they passed to and fro behind his position, their bodies rubbed against him and he could feel his cock swelling down the leg of his bleachers and he grinned. One guy stood behind Jim and pressed up close so he could feel the man’s bulge press hard against the arse-zip in Jim’s bleachers. Instead of moving away, he chuckled and pushed back. The man laughed and went back to his own section of the bar. Jim turned to call to him and realised he didn’t know the guys name – actually he didn’t know the name of any of the staff here. That was weird. Brow furrowed, he tried to remember. Try as he might he couldn’t think of a single name. Meditatively he took a long gulp of his orange juice and almost immediately realised that it didn’t matter and went back to his work.

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