Meanwhile at Bad Boy Bondage, Master Devon continues the electro, but the cock ring and nipple clamps aren’t enough to entertain him. He takes it to the next level, greasing up a long electro butt plug and sliding it up into the captive’s tight ass. It takes some effort to get in there, but the effect of the juice lifts Joseph off of the table!
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Title of this video: An Electrode Overdose For The Boy
Max is in for a punishing fuck in this video with Sean, but this chav lad is probably the best one to deliver the kind of bareback fucking the slim twink is used to. He’s been prepped, strapped into the swing, his arse there for some flogging and rimming while Sean gets started on dominating the captive. With some painful slaps of his butt cheeks, some incredible flogging and some rimming of the lad’s hole, Sean is almost ready to dive right in and pound that pucker. First, he gives his new friend a taste of his big uncut cock, letting Max suck on his delicious dong. With his meat wet and ready for that chute, he fucks his new buddy, ramming his length deep, powering in and out, breaking only to punish that arse some more before sliding right back in. When he’s finally done Max’s butt is dripping cum, and Sean has left a little of his load deep inside.
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Title: Max Takes A Pounding In The Swing
It’s his own damn fault. If Ian wasn’t so sexy, with his rock-hard bubble butt, narrow waist and broad shoulders, Jared wouldn’t have turned him around, ripped off his mesh briefs and retied him, completely naked, to the concrete pillar, ankles spread to each side and arms up over his head. The captive’s back and ass are basically unmarked, smooth and hairless. That is about to change. Ian’s muscular back is soon crisscrossed with more than a dozen deep, painful lash wounds, from his shoulders to his tight waist. Then Jared lashes Ian’s gorgeous ass, two mounds of man meat, slapping and rubbing the wounds in between the lashes. Then Jared sends the young athlete into new spasms of agony, running a razor-sharp pinwheel over each, raw wound.
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Title of this video:
IAN – Sexual Servitude – Chapter 7
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In this video available at Frock The World, Sir Malice is laced and booted to perfection. His dominant demeanor is undeniable. His property is properly geared up in a leather facemask, a harness and not much more. The first crack of skin is heard when Sir Malice warms up his sub’s ass cheeks with a spanking. That gives way to floggers and then the single thread of a red whip. Limits are pushed and stretched when Sir Malice’s sub is walked into a metal cage for more pleasurable punishment from.
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Title of this video: Impact
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By Taurus
“Oh Gage, you’re getting punished today – some millionaire is losing their shit today and you’re paying for it.”
Gage could not question the guard who jeered at him. He may weigh 223 pounds, a fearsome strongman with lush carpets reverently adorning his chin and chest, but man-fur was not the only thing stuck to him; a very powerful shock collar was too. He was completely naked, and his cock – if absent all external reference, looking like a micropenis despite the help of a steel cock ring – dangled between his legs.
He knew better – he had six inches whenever he was permitted to.
Wisely, he stomached the mocking and walked with his head straight and his hands behind his back into the competition hall where his three opponents – identically dressed as him – had been stretching. He joined them.
By POW
Voices erupted from the gallery. The shabby small-town lawyer blinked as if blindsided, his face somehow managing to comically express both consternation that he wouldn’t need any of the arguments he had assembled and relief that they wouldn’t get eviscerated by his opponent. The opponent, meanwhile, simply opened up his briefcase and started packing papers into it, just another day’s work, this one easier than most. Bystanders in the courtroom gossiped with their neighbors; the deputies smirked knowingly at each other; the bailiff watched the judge for a cue what he should do.
The sheriff was the only one actually looking at Sam and the expression on his face was that of a cat eyeing a trapped mouse. Sam met his eyes and stared, letting the clamor in the courtroom wash over him until Judge Jack banged his gavel on the bench. “Order!” The voices died down and calm settled once again over the courtroom.
“Let the record show that the defendant has pled guilty to all charges. Sam Green, I hereby sentence you to hard labor, sentence to commence immediately and continue until restitution for your crimes has been made. Sheriff, you’ll see to the details? Dismissed!” The gavel came down again. Bystanders stood and began filing out; the maître d’ and the various Jack clones in their various outfits left through other doors, and in short order the space was empty save for Sam and Sheriff Jack.
Continue reading Captain Jack and the Race to Redula – Chapter 10: Keep Moving
