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Darren has his ankles roped to the wall, allowing full access to his anus

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Married straight man Darren should be displayed in the way BreederFuckers demand. With legs akimbo, his ankles are roped to the wall, allowing full access to his anus. The round curves of his bottom look tempting in his tight blue jeans. His backside is given a flogging that makes the bound man writhe in agony. His feet are uncovered so that invasive fingers can gently tease the soles of his feet, causing Darren to get excruciatingly angry and thrash against his bonds. After a good hard lashing Adrian’s handiwork is revealed as his clothes are sliced away, leaving Darren’s hot pink anus totally exposed. He’s given a beating and his hole is invaded with a deep fingering. His hole is opened further with a vibrating dildo planted up his rectum. He’s ordered to keep it in but finds it impossible when his feet are given a sharp caning. The jerk of his body causes his anus to constrict and the instrument pops right out! His hole is now widened and clear for a good hard fucking with a real cock. Darren moans pathetically as he’s screwed and his asshole is covered with a spray of semen.

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It’s many long hours of bondage torture for Marshall

Marshall has the perfect athletic physique for crucifixion: long, lean and lanky, with enough strength to hold up his light body for many hours, even as every muscle fiber from his arms to his calves screams in pain. If that weren’t bad enough, the young guard carrying out his sentence periodically whips him during the crucifixion. Marshall cries out in agony with each blow, while his face contorts in pain hour after hour, his body trembling and dripping sweat, moans of agony emerging from deep inside.

It’s many long hours of bondage torture for Marshall

It’s many long hours of bondage torture for Marshall

 

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Title of this update: Marshall: Mandatory & Severe – Chapter 4

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It’s many long hours of bondage torture for Marshall

Play Date with Colton Reece and Quin Quire

Leather dom Colton Reece has very strict standards for all his subs, especially Quin Quire. Wearing nothing but a black harness, a jockstrap and boots, Quin obediently opens his mouth for Colton’s gloved fingers as they make their way down his throat to prepare him for Colton’s thick, long cock. The verbal top then instructs Quin to put his tongue to work by worshiping every inch of his boots. With Quin bound and his ass fully exposed, Colton begins flogging the sub harder and harder until he’s finally deserving of penetration. He drops to all fours as instructed and thanks Colton for rimming his hole before Colton is shoving his big bareback dick into Quin’s grateful slit and breeding his insides.

Play Date with Colton Reece and Quin Quire

Play Date with Colton Reece and Quin Quire

Leather dom Colton Reece has very strict standards for all his subs, especially Quin Quire

Play Date with Colton Reece and Quin Quire

 

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Actors: Colton Reece, Quin Quire

Categories: Anal, BDSM, Boots, Flogging, Rimming, Submission

Play Date with Colton Reece and Quin Quire

Leather dom Colton Reece has very strict standards for all his subs, especially Quin Quire

A prisoner with a large cock gets tied up at Bound Muscle Jocks

In this video from Bound Muscle Jocks, the Master continues to explore the prisoner’s body, and the captive is really starting to enjoy the ropes. Turning the bound jock and reattaching his arms and legs to the cross, the Master starts to whip his back, interspersing the whipping with tugging on the prisoner’s large cock.

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Title of this video: “Nothing to Say

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The Pit’s Grip – Part 14

Chapter 14: The Pit’s Straps

Flogger Bleeds – Edge Breaks

By Restrained4U

The pit snarled, chains scraping.

Marcus smirked, jeans hugging. Jamie sat rigid, latex slick, cap sharp. Leo stood, cage biting, jaw locked.

Ryan knelt by the scarred table, leather vest creased, leather pants scuffed – rigid bar handcuffs locking his wrists tight, steel clinking with each shift, a thick leather collar biting into his neck, the leash’s cold chain coiled loose on the concrete from Leo’s last tug, defiance simmering in his cold smirk despite his submission.

Leo stood over him, chaps rasping against the steel Carrera cage, Ryan’s cap tilted low on his sun-bleached hair. Envy twisted a faint, bitter grin as he gripped the leash’s end, his dominance over Ryan a fraying.

He yanked the leash hard – sharp clank – jerking Ryan’s head up, chain rattling against concrete. “One last ride, slave – lick my boots,” he growled, thick with spite, planting his right boot forward, leather gleaming under the red glow, toe scuffed from Ryan’s prior service. “Now.”

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