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Tickle tortured for his password

Axel and August are best friends, but tonight August is pissed. August thinks that Axel took ‘compromising’ video of him the night before. August is going to tickle the password to his phone out of him. Axel likes to get tickled AND he’s in a silly mood, so August has to work extra hard to get the info out of a constantly laughing Axel.

Tickle tortured for his password

Tickle tortured for his password

 

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Model: Axel

Title of this video: Axel Tickled For His Password

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Tickle tortured for his password

Punishment-fucked by a machine

Joseph Mathews is chained on his knees on the floor of the dungeon, neck and wrists in a stockade, making him arch his back and “perch out” his ass. A huge dildo attached to steel shaft is already halfway up his asshole. He knows he is not going to be simply fucked but punishment-fucked by this machine. “At least it’s better than the cross or the single-tail whip,” he tells himself. Or is it? The fucking starts slow, then speeds up and deepens. And it goes on and on, nonstop, for hours, until Joseph is drooling and moaning, the ultimate butt slave.

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Joseph Mathews is chained on his knees on the floor of the dungeon

 

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Title: JOSEPH MATHEWS: Anonymous Top – Chapter 6

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Joseph Mathews is chained on his knees on the floor of the dungeon

A Left Turn at Albuquerque – Part 07

By Hunter Perez

I imagine that being trapped in a pillory while being erotically teased by your dream lover can generate some carnal pleasures – I could be remember being aroused while watching some videos of hot guys in those types of bondage scenarios having fun with each other. Unfortunately, that was not my situation. There was no one to tickle my fancy – among other things in need of tickling – and the physical monotony of being forced into a slumped stationary pose with heavy boards controlling my head and hands quickly became stressful. But while I could tolerate the discomfort of being locked in an unnatural physical position, the prison sergeant’s presence added a new degree of emotional agony at the worst possible time.

I was baffled at his reaction upon viewing me – he clearly believed that he knew me, but that was obviously impossible unless I had a double running around in 1875. I hated to imagine which person he was mistaking me for – was I supposed to be a train robber or some other Butch Cassidy-type bad guy? Of course, claiming a bounty for the capture of such a miscreant could have excited him. But his agitation seemed more personal than professional. I recalled him saying something along the lines of “Oh no, not you” but quickly insisting he only knew of me and never met me.

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