Huge muscle man Adam needs to have a sports injury checked out, but after he gets suspicious of Mulengro he changes his mind. His friend Trace is determined that he submit to the treatment, and soon the two are teaming up to rope him down. Trace seems to know a good sucking might help calm him down.
VIDEO at Bound Muscle Jocks
Scene Title: Trio Muscle Play – Part 1
Models: Mulengro, Trace Michaels, Adam Rogue
Master trainer Colin is always putting a kinky twist on basic workouts with trainees like Jessie. Instead of regular leg curls, he has the muscle sub naked and roped down on the bench, his legs working the weights while the hung dom prowls around him, his big dick swinging. The workout is bad enough, but then then the ass slapping starts.
VIDEO at Daddys Bondage Boys
Models: Colin Steele, Jessie Balboa
Title of this video: Exercise Gets Hard – Part 6
The unknown assailant continues his torment of captive Duke (Nick Moretti), throwing him over the leather saddle and securing him in place. The riding crop slaps against his ass, the flogger whipping against his bare flesh. The mysterious master grabs that thick cock and tugs, slapping his meat and making Duke struggle even more. It’s no use, the unknown Master is far too powerful.
VIDEO at Bound Muscle Jocks
Scene Title: Tober Brandt, Nick Moretti and Tyler Saint
Scene Short Description: Musclebound & Bullwhipped – Part 4
At My Friends Feet, Joey’s house is getting burgled and he catches the robber in the act. Unfortunately for him, that doesn’t stop the bad man from tying him up! Joey’s clothes are cut off, and the big ticklish guy is tormented by the robber’s fingers, feathers and brushes until he is begging for the tickling to stop.
Joey has a square jaw, blue eyes and ticklish size 12 feet along with that stunning body. See video of him being tickled at at My Friends Feet
Covered in neoprene and wearing motorcycle helmets, Dallas Steele and Diesel Washington rub each other’s bodies — teasing each other as the tension builds. After sliding his helmet on Dallas’s ass, Diesel reaches around and releases the muscle stud’s throbber — then gets a whiff of it over his open visor. Diesel guides Dallas down, his huge dick soon choking the sucker. Dallas engulfs Diesel’s balls as the side of his face gets dick whipped, spitting down on his own cock as he sucks (“Get it wet,” moans Diesel as Dallas gasps). Diesel returns the favor, worshipping Dallas’ steel rod. Diesel opens wide, huge strands of spit falling to the floor. With one strand still stuck to his face, Diesel moves his head in circles to wrap the spit around Dallas’s cock again. Diesel beats his face with it, moaning as he sucks balls deep. Dallas fingers the spit and feeds it back to the breathless sucker. They kiss, then eat each other out. Diesel pins Dallas against the wall and fucks him hard, the rock-hard bottom then sitting down on the big dick—his massive legs working hard — before getting on his back. The two fire their wads, Diesel dousing the bottom’s groin.
See the video here.
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Meanwhile at Dream Boy Bondage, Amone Bane is strapped to a wooden cross, flat on his back, naked and alone. He hears the whirl of a motor and feels himself rising off the ground. The cross stops just three feet up and Axel Johnson appears, pulling his cock out. If Amone were not an athlete, he’d simply be crucified. But because of his strength he must endure much more. Axel shoves his pulsating cock into Amone’s mouth. The prisoner accepts the fact that he must please this man sexually and hang on this cross for two extra hours. After enjoying the captive’s mouth, Axel pulls out and cums all over him — then raises him up. Amone cannot believe the strain on his crucified body. In one hour he is in agony, from his straining pecs covered in cum to his trembling legs. And he has nine more hours to go!
VIDEO at Dream Boy Bondage
Title: Amone Bane: Three Days Of Pain – Chapter 7
By Joshua Ryan
***This is the second to last chapter***
Three years had passed since I saw Steven on the Maskawa ferry, but I’d looked at the pictures maybe a thousand times, and yeah, that was him. His head was bald, but his lips were still thin and his nose was still the kind I used to see on all those guys in prep school — long and narrow, as if it wanted to look down on everything. And eyes never change. The eyes looking at me were the same eyes I saw in the picture on the back of my first Steven Meres book.
The rest was totally different. The body on the bed was packed into its uniform like a shell in a cannon. Every inch was filled with muscle. When he stood up, you could see the ripples moving under his white tee and the flex stretching his denim thighs. Hot, very hot when combined with the little pointed chin and the intelligent brown eyes. Which looked me up and down. I remembered meeting a guy in a bar who gave me his address and told me to come over in an hour from then. When I got there, I was met at the door by his boyfriend, who was packed exactly like this guy and was giving me the same look.
