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Smell It Boy

Watch cigar smoking Kristofer Weston fuck well-trained slut Tyler Rush at Nasty Daddy! The two showed up in a garage, and Kristofer immediately lit up his favorite cigar wearing his leather gear, and instructed Tyler to start licking his boots. Tyler is a well-trained toy and obeys Kristofer. He goes to work on Kristofer’s hard cock, opening his throat to take it balls deep. Kristofer enjoys teasing his toy with his cigar before he shoves his raw dick into Tyler’s hole. These two then fuck, suck and go ass to mouth until they can’t hold back and Tyler shoots his load while still getting pounded by Kristofer. Tyler gobbles up his own cum before he gets on his knees and works on Kristofer’s still-throbbing hard dick till he finishes into his mouth making him clean up that cum covered raw daddy dick.

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Hallowe’en Horror Movie

By Nephilim

When Jerry arrived at the new house of his keyholder, he didn’t know what to expect. He had been summoned. So there he was, in front of the gate, “the 31st of October at 15h45, not one minute sooner, not one minute later”. He rang the bell, looking through the gate at the gigantic grounds and the almost as gigantic house.

Jerry walked up the pathway, to the front door of the house, where his keyholder was waiting for him. In full leather regalia. Inwardly, Jerry smiled. His keyholder belonged to the old guard, even though he was not that old. Outwardly, Jerry lowered his eyes and knelt before his keyholder.

“Welcome, my boy. Right on time.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Stand up and follow me. We’re a bit rushed, but it will make sense soon.”

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The Bear Trap – Part 11

By FirefighterSIR

Part 11: Summer Nights

Summer nights dragged on more than winter nights it seemed.  It was not that the night was so long, but the sounds mixed with the heat lingering in the camp kept the slave up long past the time he should have slept. Crickets whined all around the fenced compound where the Captain’s tiny cabin stood and the wicked laughter of coyotes echoed through the canyons near and far.  The sound would first be of one lone coyote calling out in short howls then he would be answered by a yip or a bark.

Then more voices would chime in and gather.  Then silence, until the pack had cornered some wayward jackrabbit.  At the kill excited howls and barks would become a frightening garble of voices that would cut off suddenly, total silence.  That is when the slave would worry, looking, imagining red eyes glowing at the edge of the dark brush, looking to find a way into the compound, to him, as he lay vulnerable, caged like a chicken in a coop.

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