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There’s no doubt who’s in charge when a Dom finds his sub restrained in a web of rope hanging from the ceiling. Rick Van Sant takes full advantage of Phillip Aubrey’s defenseless situation and shoves his bearded face deep in Phillip’s ass-crack. He rims and licks Phillip’s tight hole, then stands up to feed him his hard cock. Phillip swallows Rick’s dick to the base until the horned-up top decides he wants to fuck Phillip’s ass. Rick spins him around and shoves his cock deep in Phillip’s ass, pounding the helpless sub until he drains his nuts all over Phillip’s muscular ass.
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Title: The Sub (Scene 4)
Site: Hot House
These are shots from “Hard Time” at Hot House.
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As soon as the officer on duty heads off to make his rounds, Sam Barclay reaches for JP Dubois’ huge uncut cock. JP puts up a fight at first, but as soon as he feels Sam’s hot mouth on his thick meaty dick he can’t resist. Soon both inmates are naked and JP has backed his juicy bubble-butt up against the bars so Sam can get his tongue in there and lube him up in preparation for his big cock. Sam takes his rock hard cock, shoves it deep in JP’s ass, and power-fucks him while JP strokes his hefty cock. JP rolls over and opens his hole even wider so Sam can continue to fuck him through the cell bars. Both sexy prisoners stroke their giant uncut cocks and blow thick white loads.
Models in this shoot: JP Dubois, Sam Barclay
Key words: Anal Sex, Ass Shot, Oral Sex, Rimming, Uncut, Uniform Sex
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By socalbd
I started to stir out of my sleep. I was lying in a fetal position with naked skin pressing against most of the backside of my body. Matt was pressed up against me with one arm under my head and the other over my body lying on my chest. I could feel his engorged cock pressing between my butt cheeks pulsing. His breath made my neck tingle as be inhaled and exhaled. He was awake. He took the hand over my chest and lightly massaged my nipple. I moaned.
“Morning, sleepy head. I was starting to wonder when you were going to wake up,” he whispered in my ear.
“I could wake up like this every morning,” I said. I grabbed his hand that was on my nipple pulling us into a tight hug. It felt good to wake up with someone else you cared about.
By RotherhamMan
Clint had been tasked with keeping an eye on the strange man and had tailed the van transporting him to the town. He knew full well what was happening on the van, whenever it stopped at a turn or lights he could see the way it rocked slightly and new someone inside, probably this Thor character, was getting pounded hard. He had been the guy getting fucked in the van and seen others fucked in them to spot the rocking no matter how slight.
He rode his motorbike at a careful distance and when the van pulled into its final destination he jumped off and climbed the building nearby to watch from above. He saw the whole thing—he wasn’t called Hawkeye for nothing. Thor was dragged naked from the van and thrown in the trash. He could see the cage on his cock. He watched as the agents, the names of who he was sure to memorise, jacked off and pissed on the guy who was clearly too defeated and demoralised to do anything. As the van drove off, leaving the poor guy naked and soaked, Thor crawled into the trash and curled up, hiding from the world.
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By ty dehner
It starts with an email
Setting the glass with orange juice on the table, it was another perfect morning in the desert. Sitting at my writing table on the patio, the sun rose about an hour ago as it was March. Opening my laptop, my morning ritual is to check my email. The emails I look forward to the most are communication from readers of my short stories or my novels. As a leather scribe here in the Coachella Valley, anytime a reader takes the time to share their thoughts with me starts my day off well. Most of the time, I receive good comments about one of my writing, on occasion there is an email that is critical, which I’m fine with. A storyteller has to be open to criticism along with praise. Both are useful when I work on my next piece of fiction.
By Rubrpig
The next morning the house was besieged with media crews trying to get statements from us. We refused as we did not want to perpetuate the frenzy but the media had turned this into a major story. The son of the governor illegally convicted along with his friends and turned into sex slaves for a judge, prosecutor and state troopers. All of the details came out and were endlessly exposed on TV etc.
When we left the house we simply got in the truck and left trying to ignore the clamor of the press and after a couple of days, the frenzy began to die down as the media moved on to another story. The morning we woke and saw the house was no longer surrounded by a hoard of media made us feel much more relaxed.
That day I even felt like playing with the boys so we headed down to the dungeon and I soon had the boys trussed up and I began to play with their nipples. After a while I just clamped their nipples and then began to tickle their feet while tugging on the connector chains for the clamps. They squirmed and beg for the tickling to stop as their feet were very sensitive. But I just smiled and tickled them some more. What I really wanted to do was fuck them senseless but the full-time boy was still healing from the gang rape so I did not want to fuck his brother and let him feel like he was being ignored as he was not well enough to be fucked.
