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A Weekend in Sportbike Leathers
By Pisslurper
I ride a Suzuki GSX-R600. Sportbikes and sportbike riders turn me on. I love nothing more than a hot guy clad in sportbike leathers, especially on a hot day when you know sweat is running down his body, pits and crotch—ripe and ready for licking.
A few years ago I had planned on a summer weekend overnight at buddy’s house in a city about 110 miles from the small town where I lived. This buddy used to be sort of a master for me, but by now our relationship had evolved to more of friends with bondage benefits.
My motorcycle allows no space for gear, just a tiny spot under the seat large enough for a wallet and maybe a toothbrush. So, the plan was for me to wear my leathers with nothing but a jockstrap on underneath, my racing gloves, boots, and full face helmet. I would carry nothing but a wallet in the space under the seat. If needed I could wear some of my buddy’s clothes when I got to his house, but usually I spend all the indoor time either naked or in my jockstrap, and we was planning on going out to the Eagle in our racing leathers. The two hour ride to the city wound through some pretty scenic countryside, so I was looking forward to the day. I planned the route out all on backroads, ’cause interstates pretty much suck, especially on a bike.
Urinal Gag Thoughts
By Nick Ensign
I’ve been trying to dream up a new perfect urinal gag. Please, know in advance that my design is what turns *me* on.
For me, the perfect design is one that starts out with no loss of urine. Every drop that is pissed into the gag must end up in the urinal’s stomach. Of course, not every owner or master (or casual pisser) wants the experience to be clean for the urinal. It is often necessary for the urinal to be pissed on or otherwise drenched with a good amount of urine so that it never forgets what it has become. Using a man as a urinal is an act of degradation so if the pisser needs to further degrade the urinal by pissing *on* it, the urinal gag should allow this to be easily done. This necessitates an open-topped cup design.
With no obstruction or effort, the pisser can move his stream from the cup to the face or body of the urinal. Most urinal gags on the market are already designed like this. Speaking for myself, the cup should resemble as much as possible an actual piece of plumbing so that both the pisser and the urinal get a clearer picture of the process.
How to become a human urinal
Male BDSM fetish porn: Stockroom
In the depths of a mysterious warehouse hidden from the outside world, an extreme experience awaits. This is a video from TitanMen. David Anthony, Aymeric DeVille, JR Matthews and Tibor Wolfe headline a muscular cast bursting through its latex and restraints in a sexually charged effort filled with sucking, fucking, fisting and pissing. What other secrets await in the Stockroom? Find out as directors Brian Mills and Paul Wilde play with shadows and light in this dark yet visually striking entry. Tibor Wolfe doesn’t stand a chance with masters David Anthony and Spencer Reed, who feed, fuck, piss and fist the hairy hunk into submission. Muscle man Jim Ferro gets a special delivery — a caged JR Matthews, bound and gagged for his owner’s pleasure. Brought in on a forklift, Daniel Michael is driven wild by bearded captors Aymeric DeVille and Alessio Romero, who tops both of them.
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Sleazy bathhouse fisting action
In the bathhouse, Ryuji is searching for the next hole. Axel is lying here in full rubber, waiting for to get his hole destroyed. It’s about to be messy!
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Title of this shoot: Crude
Would you piss in the jail cell toilet? Or right in the prisoner’s face?
“To Pee or Not to Pee” is the new video up today (December 11) at Men in Chains:
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One Year – Part 04
By Taurus
Part 4 – “Your Life”
James was awoken at 8 am by all the lights of his cell – they turned on simultaneously and rendered the pitch black blinding white in an instant – and a blaring from above.
He pulled himself up, trying his utmost to shield his eyes with his mitted hands, which watered profusely, and let them adjust.
By the time he acclimated, Arnold emerged from the cell door, on the wall in front of him, and the blaring alarm stopped. A bottle of protein shake with a straw stood at the corner of his mattress.
“Drink.”
James knew there was no way he could pick up the bottle, so he bent down and sucked on the straw on all fours. A pat of affirmation confirmed that this was the right way to do things.
“Slave, don’t answer me. Yesterday was a taster, since you only had basically half a day here. From now on, your life will become tougher.”
A bottle of water was produced. This time, James was fed.
“It’s to prepare for what’s come,” said Arnold.