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”
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By submittor
Drip…another lump of slime falls into my open mouth hole with an audible plop. i’ve no idea how long we’ve been tied like this. All i can do is stare up at the handsome beast above me. Tough looking, masculine, muscled, handsome. Drip…when i’d been dragged in i’d instantly got hard at the sight of him…naked…hogtied…gagged….sweating…struggling….drooling. He was dirty, a few bruises, looked like he’d been in a fight maybe. Wide leather straps secured him into the vicious hogtie, muscles straining. His grunts and groans the only thing breaking the silence. He looked angry, aggressive, scary….fuckin hot. A Beast.
Drip…Drip…But i didn’t have long to admire his manliness. Rough hands dragged me and threw me on the dirt in front of him, a few swift, brutal kicks got me into position, lying directly under him. Inches from this fuckin God….beneath…lower than him in all ways.
Drip…Drip…Drip…its fuckin gushing now! filling me, drowning me. Next they’d wrapped lengths of leather hide round my body….tight! Everything bound tight together…painfully tight so i couldn’t move an inch. My balls also wrapped in tight leather hide. My cock sticking up purple and horny…not allowed to cum in a month.
Here’s more of Paolo at BreederFuckers. Today he is looking cocky and confident standing about shirtless in his trackie bottoms. He gets tied in humiliating positions.
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This is a really old picture of me in a rope tie. You can tell by the antique phone on the dresser!
By SockgaggedJason
This is a true story from my college years when I was closeted and had joined a fraternity.
I decided to spend the night with my pledge brother, Chris Thompson. It was after an evening of partying at the frat house and his apartment was walking distance. I didn’t want to drive home drunk, but mostly it was mostly excuse to get him alone. I was curious about Chris ever since I heard the rumors from the other members of our pledge class. The story was, Chris was gay. What threw me off though was his persona. Chris was a recent Army discharge and he was a muscular, hyper masculine meathead.
I felt like he didn’t fit the stereotype, but then again neither did I. Was he a closet case like me?
At his apartment, we started to drink more beers from his refrigerator. We kicked off our shoes and watched UFC on the couch. I could smell the warm scent of his socked feet. Smelly socks were a big turn on for me! It was an aphrodisiac.
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