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Play Date with Colton Reece and Quin Quire

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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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Play Date with Colton Reece and Quin Quire

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

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

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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

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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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The Pit’s Grip – Part 12

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Silicone Bites – Flesh Sinks

By Restrained4U

Marcus tossed the bag to Jamie, boots firm.

Jamie caught the bag, fingers clawing the damp velvet – (Marcus’s “pig-boy” still burns – I’ll shove it back.) He dug in, pulling a black card – white text slashing – “Blindfolded, roll one die – plug size: 1-2 small, 3-4 medium, 5-6 large – worn ‘til your next turn. Others roll, highest cuffs you in the sling and inserts it.” He set it down – PLUG’S PICK – jaw tightening – (Fuck… no dodging this.)

“Roll, fuckers” he muttered, voice low and rough – (Gotta face it.) He snatched a leather blindfold from the wall – (Bring it on.) – waiting as they diced it out, gut churning – (Fuck… just hold on.)

Leo flicked a die, surf drawl rough – (Gonna break him.) “Four,” he rasped, die skittering – (Should’ve been my turn to shove it.) His leash twitched – (Next turn’s mine.)

Marcus tossed a die hard – (Cuff you tight, pig.) “Six,” he barked, grin splitting – (Hope it rips you, king.) His boots thudded – (I know this pit – every fuckin’ inch.)

Ryan shifted, cuffs clanking – (Stuck here, but I’m still in this.) “Master, roll for me – make him squeal,” he snarled – (I’d make it hurt more.) Leo flicked another – “Three,” he grunted – (Slave’s got spite.)

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The Pit’s Grip – Part 11

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Chapter 11: The Pit’s Whip

Dice Doom – Lashes Fade

By Restrained4U

Leo sat with Ryan’s leash slack, having traded any potential rewared for Jamie’s two veto cards and burned all three to dodge his last dare. Ryan knelt, cuffed and collared; head bowed beside Leo’s chair. Jamie perched in soaked briefs, eyes glinting with restless hunger.

Marcus, shirtless in jeans, snatched the black velvet bag from Leo, boots planted firm. (Pit’s mine to bend.) He reached in, fingers brushing the thick cards, and pulled a black dare – white text slashing against the dark.

He read it slow, jaw tightening, voice a rough drawl – “Everyone rolls the dice, you roll a dice – whoever rolls the same as you gets to choose a previous dare or punishment. If no numbers match, you take a punishment.”

He slapped the card down – ROLL OR RULE – its thud sharp against the scarred table, eyes glinting with a predator’s edge. (Leo’s cane, Ryan’s clamps, Jamie’s shred… someone’s picking – or the pit’s got me.) His mind ticked fast – (Match, and they choose. No match, and it’s the red bag… could be anything.)

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