Blond, blue eyed, 6-foot-1 and heavily tattooed Keith has recently moved back to Philadelphia and in need of cash to get settled, so he’s willing to do anything, even get tied up! He gets tickled silly, and acts like a giggling bitch. Then he has to lay on his back, legs spread in the air, while getting a cleansing enema.
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Title of this shoot: “Keith – Part 1”
Poor Mike is a 26-year-old, sexy, unemployed construction laborer in desperate need of cash. He kneels and humbly states his need, then gets stripped and gets his cock and balls squeezed and twisted while he flinches in pain. He then gets hogtied as he writhes in pain and humiliation.
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Title of this shoot: “Mike – Part 1”
This hairy, muscular hunky straight guy is tied up, totally exposed and vulnerable. He obviously found this very uncomfortable and humiliating, and started softly begging.
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Title of this shoot: “Brad – Part 2”
Corey is a construction worker who is between jobs in a move to another state and willing to do anything for the cash he so desperately needs to resettle. He has a firm, muscled body built through hard, physical labor. He has to assume and hold a humiliating position on his back with legs spread in the air. Then he gets hog tied while sucking a dildo, deep throating it until he gags.
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Title of this shoot: “Corey – Part 1”
At Hard Up Straight Guys, Danny’s most intimate secret is exposed, and he loses his pride and dignity in order to make some extra money to pay the bills. He’s a 28-year-old straight guy who works nights stocking grocery store shelves and he’s in a financial bind. He develops an embarrassing erection, but that’s not even his secret.
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Title of this shoot: Dirty Secret Exposed – Part 1
By Bikermike
Alex was left to recover for an hour or so; resting his bruised and cut body lying on his front on his makeshift bed, made out of wooden pallettes. He was milked once again; this time his captors needed to attach toothed clamps to his nipples in order for him to gain an erection so soon after his ordeal.
His life settled down once again into its routine: food then milked first thing in the morning (often fucked in the process), working the generator, milked again, food, generator, milked; every other day made to do various physical exercises and so on.
Even though he was beaten on occasions when he had not produced enough sperm, he was quite enjoying his life as a slave. Thoughts sometimes came into his mind as to what was going to happen to him when his ejaculate was no longer able to produce testosterone B? Would he be released? Did he want to be released at all? He needed to get answers from his captors but he was forbidden to initiate any conversation with them on pain of severe punishment.
By Cutieboy90
Sputnik shuffled from one hoof to the other, grinding the bit between his teeth. His mind was racing, his thoughts all blurring together. The grainy remnants of a sugar cube clung to the back of his tongue stimulating his salivary glands, and the aphrodisiac already doing its work on his achingly stiff cock.
“Easy there, stud.” Ian gave his butt a gentle tap with the crop. “You’ve been doing well, this is just going to be fun for you! Just… Hold your… Horses.” Ian chuckled unable to keep his intended deadpan delivery. Sputnik rolled his eyes as his handler doubled over in a breathless fit of giggles.
“Nervous much?” Rich poked his head through the door, the cheery twinkle in his eyes betraying his cool demeanor. “Pull yourself together, it’s showtime. Here you go, Sputnik.” Rich stuffed another sugar cube past the stallion’s bit and ducked back through the door from whence he appeared.
Sputnik gulped the sweet grainy treat down. That was the third energy-boosting aphrodisiac-laced serving he’d been given in the last five minutes. Guess they didn’t think he was horny enough. He huffed in frustration.
By FirefighterSir
After the weekend when Jax and his drone had appeared unexpectedly at the camp, grunt’s life had passed back into routine. The young blond muscle jock had departed after grunt’s punishment whipping and there had been no other visitors.
Days passed quietly, waking at dawn as cool pine-scented air filtered down through the forest. Preparing the Captain’s gear and food for the day, opening the gate when he drove off to a chorus of barking dogs, turning to the list of chores left behind. Each item was assigned a time limit, and grunt’s day was dictated by the clock and by the shifting patches of shade he took advantage of to leaven the heat of the summer sun.
Each evening the Captain would return in a rumble of truck tires on the steep dirt road. The dog pack would stir and begin to bark and howl, jumping around eager for attention. The slave would already be waiting at the gate, and it would swing away at the precise moment the truck turned into sight. Then grunt would stand momentarily at attention, head bowed as the bearded master opened the driver door. Often he would briefly acknowledge the slave and indicate items such as fresh food to be fetched out.
