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Male BDSM porn: In the Shadows

This is a video from Titan: “In the Shadows” with Nick Prescott and Dirk Caber

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Dirk Caber twitches as he sleeps, his hot bod at the mercy of Nick Prescott in his dream. With his wrists and ankles bound to a table, Dirk’s cock drips and throbs as his balls — squeezed in a stretcher — get bluer by the second. Dirk spits a flying wad that lands on Nick’s scruffy chin, the two soon kissing as Nick teases and edges his bud — squeezing his nipples, tonguing him, spitting in his mouth, exchanging pit licks. He licks down Dirk’s muscles, a strand of precum clinging to Nick’s beard before he opens wide to devour Dirk’s cock. He rubs Dirk’s hole, the two spitting at each other as they growl. Nick twists a big dildo up Dirk’s ass (“Want me to stretch your hole more?”), the bottom’s cock throbbing as he gets it deep. Nick then sits down on Dirk’s dick and rides, the two taking turns going up and down in a heated fuck. Nick fires off his load before Dirk begs for more: “Fuck me! Please fuck me!” Nick dildos him again, using his own cum as lube to stroke Dirk off at the same time—exclaiming “Yeah, pig!” as the grunting hunk releases.

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Sir Finn and His Boy – Part 03

By ChrisTheHiker

Chapter 3: The House by the Sea

The motorbike weaves through the bends of the narrow Swedish roads. Fortunately, the rain has stopped, but the storm continues to rage. The bike wobbles with every gust of wind, yet Finn maintains complete control over the trajectory. I have actually never been on a motorbike in my life. I have thought about getting my licence several times—it would save me a lot of time getting into the centre of Milan—but in the end, the opportunity never arose. And I must admit that ever since a friend of mine from school had a serious accident, the after-effects of which he still suffers from, I have been quite anxious about motorbikes.

But not behind Finn. I can tell he is in complete control of his bike. And I can tell he is not riding to impress me. And yet I am impressed. Everything about him impresses me. Overwhelms me. Captivates me. On the back of this motorbike, my arms clinging to this tall, blue-eyed bloke in all leather, my legs spread and my crotch pressed against him, against the leather of his trousers, I think back to how I ended up here. On this motorbike heading towards an unknown destination, a chain padlocked around my neck. I don’t really have an explanation, other than that I felt the need to accept his offer to put me up and that I felt the need to get down on my knees in front of him when he asked me to. It just felt natural. And yet, even though I am usually a bit reserved by nature, I don’t even feel anxious; I feel calm and relaxed.

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