At BreederFuckers, Daman is totally exposed and desperate to protect his virgin bum. Pinned to the floor with his wrists and legs bound behind him, his arse is vulnerably pointed up so they can widen his sphincter with a vibrator. It’s fixed up his tight arse and he’s ordered to fuck himself like a slutty bitch. The dopey bastard is too slow so they mercilessly lash him with a cane till he breaks his own arse open!
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At Dream Boy Bondage, prison guard Martin Thorn, naked from the waist down, continues to whip Levy Foxx with a nasty cat o’ nine-tails, making the captive gasp and moan in agony. Martin switches to leather, split-head spanker and pummels Levy’s firm, round butt. Then Martin uses the short flogger on the prisoner’s back and ass for a good half-hour of continuous flogging. The beatings are just a warm-up to the real action: Fucking Levy’s asshole. But first Martin has to get hard; he shoves his dick in Levy’s mouth.
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Title of this shoot: Levy Foxx – Prison Bitch – Part 3
By Thunder
Oh fuck, indeed. This man whose boots I was licking was my business partner’s son? How the hell did that happen? When did he grow up? And how fucking hot is he? I had not seen him since he was a kid, and now that kid would be walking me? Damn. Again, how did this all happen?
As those thoughts swirled in my head, I realized that he had attached a leash to my collar and said, “Let’s go, boy.” As we started to walk into and around the woods, he reminded me that he believed that no dog should ever talk and that during our walks, which were scheduled for an hour each day this week, I would be rapidly punished if I said a word. However, that did not mean that he could not talk and, fuck, did he ever.
He discussed how hot he found it that he was able to walk a man like me and to help in me finding my proper place in life. He said that he and Todd met a year or two ago when he was owned by his first Master, a retired military captain, who wanted him to be further trained which is how he was introduced to Todd, who employed him to walk the dog he had been training at that time. He told me he didn’t like that dog, as he was a “twink with no soul that thought puppies should yap and wear clip on tails” but that he really enjoyed it later when “that twink was in all ways a dog never to even stand again,” but a job was a job, though he was much happier with me now.
By Cutieboy90
It’s been three weeks since the last milking day, when my boyfriend Mark sabotaged my chance for release. Three weeks, and just one more to go before I could try to reverse the roles, and lock him up for a while. To date my dick has been locked in a steel cage for eight weeks, and I really miss stroking it.
Mark had been having some difficult weeks at work. Layoffs meant there were fewer people to do the same amount of work, but the work still had to be done. Mark’s had longer days, and he was so tired when he got home. Too tired to go to the gym, too tired to eat, too tired to even jerk off! I was worried about him.
One late afternoon, Mark pulled his car into the garage. I heard the door close, and waited for him to come in. I’d been preparing dinner, and was surprised he was home so early. Even though he had gone to work so early, it hadn’t made any difference as he still came home so late. Today was odd, that he was home early. And he was taking his time coming inside. Huh, how strange, I thought as I washed my hands. Better go check on him.
Meanwhile at BreederFuckers, Jack is roped on his back in such a way that his arse is spread wide open to show his hetero sphincter, big balls and thick floppy cock all at once. Every time he wriggles to try to escape, he only succeeds in temptingly shaking his arsehole like a slut. He’s like a chained furious beast. Notice how his big powerful thighs tremble fiercely after repeated flogging and how his face gets completely slick with sweat! When his feet are whipped with a leather strap, he frantically rubs them together to try to soothe himself. And every lash he gets from the cane makes his body jolt as if he’s receiving an electric shock.
Jack never imagined there was such a variety of punishments that could cause him different kinds of excruciating pain!
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With perfect height for access to both ends
Picture from the internet
By Bikermike
This ad that had appeared in one of the Gay websites intrigued me. It read:
Spend a day with two dungeon masters. No stopwords, no release until the mutually agreed time has elapsed. Play will be at masters’ discretion. For further information email …. Or Mobile…..
I emailed them.
I learned that there would be no charge but I could spend either four or eight hours secured in the masters’ dungeon (which was actually a cellar in their house situated in a leafy part of London). In addition, the reply text went on to emphasise that I would be expected to be a total “sub” and that I would have to agree to anything that the masters would wish to do to me. I also understood that there may or may not be more than one “sub” being used at any one time. I could take it or leave it.
There was an attachment. This was a photo of some of their play and bondage equipment that would be used, but that more equipment may be added and used without prior warning. These included whips, paddles, tawses, canes; a medieval pillory, heavy rigid irons, steel slave collars; ball stretchers with or without spikes and electro equipment, which included a hand cranked generator.
My cock dripped precum as I emailed my reply: I would love to spend four hours as their “sub.”
By FirefighterSir
Jackson rolled over on the roof of the party boat. All the frats and girls around him were still snoozing after another night of summer partying on the lake even though the sun was well up and already hot. He stretched his muscles, tousled his mop of blond hair and threw aside his sleeping bag to reveal his muscled, football-player build clothed in a light cover of golden hair. He tucked his morning hard-on under the waistband of his board shorts. His hand brushed his own beefy pecs briefly as he looked around until he spotted the drone stuck in the brush just above the shoreline where the boat was moored.
Shasta Lake is a popular destination for vacationers and college students in rented houseboats. The boats congregate in the steep-sided flooded canyons that make up the vast reservoir in the forested foothills. Each arm of the lake is named for the source that pours water into the vast and complex reservoir: Pit River Arm, Sacramento Arm, Jones Valley Arm, Salt Creek Inlet.
This party boat was moored deep into the Salt Creek Inlet which was close enough to nearby campgrounds and stores to keep the college group easily supplied with beer and snacks the whole weekend.
