Check them out. At DaddysBondageBoys.com, Justin Black finds himself attached to a giant chain web, a device made by his Master Vin. Justin is a little turned on by these intense methods of interrogation, and Master Vin has taken note of that.
Title of this shoot: Secrets Hurt Part 8
In this video available at Bondage Bros, Devin Franco gets “Big Piece of Meat” Davin Strong into his dungeon, and the fun starts with putting that big man into his place with a good flogging, cropping and edging. Devin doesn’t show any mercy, and Davin doesn’t ask for it. Hot.
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Title of this video: Davin Flogged
Models: Devin Franco and Davin Strong
Hunky pool boy David Webb’s lean, hairless body is beginning to cramp, trapped as he is on all fours, naked, on his new master’s bed. Muscular Jeremiah Cruze, also naked, loves whipping his new slave, using a flogger, a riding crop, a single-tail whip, and a leather paddle on the pool boy’s back, ass, and feet. “Please, Sir, just fuck me!” David begs, but he’s still shocked when Jeremiah jumps on the bed and rams his fat cock up the slave’s ass. “Oh, God!” David moans as the tattooed stud fucks him like a cheap whore, finally pulling out and cumming all over his ass.
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Title: David Webb: The Pool Boy – Chapter 5
Alone in the dungeon, blindfolded and bound to the ceiling by his wrists, Devin Jackson is terrified – and turned on, his cock erect – when his new master, the tattooed daddy he met online and knows only as “Sir,” returns and strokes his cock. He immediately gets fully erect. Then Sir gags him and removes his blindfold. Now the real torture begins. Devin cries out through his gag as he’s flogged on his back, stomach, ass and chest and his balls are cuffed and weighted. He remains rock-hard as the flogging intensifies, making him dance in agony as the leather cuts his lean, smooth body.
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Title: Devin Jackson: Anonymous Hookup – Chapter 3
Kyle has endured so much already, and the marks from the flogging are showing on his naked body. The prisoner can try to flee, but Master Tye has the place locked down, he’s not going anywhere until the sadistic jock has had his fun. Strung up and swinging, the captive faces even more pain from the strings of the flogger while Master Tye uses him.
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Title of this video: Don’t Look At Me Boy – Part 2
At Bound Muscle Jocks, a captive’s education continues as the Master takes him from the cross and leads him on all fours to the whipping post. After the prisoner is secured, the leather strap and whip come out. The captive is starting to come to terms with his predicament!
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Title of this shoot: Get Hard for Me, Part 6
By slavebladeboi
I stood for a couple of minutes trying to hear what was going on as nothing else seemed to be happening, but he soon returned. He led me out of the room with his hand grasping my neck. I knew more or less how to get to the dungeon play space even though I couldn’t see but this was just one more bit of authority he held over me.
I heard the locks snap shut on the wrist restraints as he fixed them to the bar. It must have been the bar he was setting in place that took those first few minutes and he’d adjusted it to a height that meant I was reasonably stretched if my feet were flat on the floor but needed to be on tip toe to relax my arms slightly. When he kicked my ankles apart, so he could link them to the chains at ground level, I found tip toe was my only option.
Then silence.
By slavebladeboi
I’ve always been sort of handy with tools, especially woodworking tools. Nothing fancy or complicated but I can generally solve simple problems that need to be fixed and involve bits of wood. Hanging doors, shelving from scratch, even laying a new wood floor have been part of my areas of rather limited expertise, so when Boss said we needed to replace a bit of kit we used I was up for the task.
Not groundbreaking science, nothing anyone else with a bench, tape measure and a saw couldn’t undertake, but it had to be accurate. Boss needed a new suspension bar he could hang me from. Its measurement had to be precise to fit exactly where the old one was positioned, as it slid in between some other kit we had. It also had to hold my weight at the times I was made to swing from it rather than support myself on tip toes, a position we normally used. I said I’d do it, save some money that we could use at the biker stop.
