Folsom Filth, chosen as “The Official Leather/Fetish Film of the Folsom Street Fair,” is one of the most hard-edged films TitanMen has ever produced. The next evolution in the award-winning Fallen Angel series, Folsom Filth is set deep within the bowels of the Folsom Street underworld. Abductees earning their place in the Master’s Lair are whipped, pissed on, toyed with and tortured. In three and a half hours of video, TitanMen exclusives savage bound, ball-tortured, fisted submissives, including the human urinal and the bloodied whipping boy. Folsom Filth is directed by Brian Mills, and it stars the biggest collection of TitanMen exclusives ever put on film. Hard and hairy Alex Baresi makes his sensational debut, as does massively muscled hunk François Sagat. Brawny Tober Brandt, handsome Damien Crosse, strapping stud Diesel Washington and devilish Darius Falke round out the cast of talented TitanMen exclusives. Innocent-looking but so-very-bad Patrick O’Connor stars as a young man who winds up getting kidnapped and brutally plundered by nasty Vin Nolan, master stud Steve Trevor and Derek da Silva, who’s making his TitanMen debut as the obedient dogboy in Folsom Filth’s underworld lair. Sizzling super-bottom Lee Heyford, dominant daddy Brendan Davies, renowned leatherman Joe G, and raunchy RJ round out the cast of masculine TitanMen.
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From the showers to the warden’s office, no place is safe. Are you tough enough to handle the corruption that bursts behind the walls of a state detention center? A new resident learns that life behind bars may be harder than he ever imagined as his fellow Inmates force him to toe the line — or pay the price. Join legendary director Joe Gage and TitanMen exclusive Hunter Marx as they lead a cast of cocky criminals ready to help you bust out. Repeat offender Troy Daniels is put in his place by warden Allen Silver — who strokes as he watches Devin Adams go down on the new captive. Guard Hunter Marx orders showering inmates Jayden Grey and Leo Forte to play with each other, then joins the blind Jayden in plowing Leo’s hole. A laundry room encounter finds clean-cut Devin Adams feasting on the uncut throbber of tattooed and mohawked instigator Draven Torres. As night descends, Leo Forte blackmails bunk bud Troy Daniels — an escape plan in exchange for the toned hottie’s ass. After capturing his prisoners, Allen Silver enlists Hunter Marx and Devin Adams in doling out punishment to Troy Daniels, Leo Forte, Jayden Grey and Draven Torres.
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We were 10 weeks into social distancing and working from home, and my mind had started to wander. The solitude is mind numbing and the loss of play time left me kinky and yearning for something to do.
I’m normally a bondage bottom into leather and metal restraints with interests that have veered toward longer term scenes. I have a collection of leather straitjackets and a sleepsack, but they’re not easy or effective for self bondage. And that’s where my mind was…yearning for that no-way-out head trip, the smell of leather and the feeling of inescapable confinement, which naturally led me to…the Mr S website.
I already have a pretty good collection of their gear – a number of hoods, some heavy irons and restraints. But there I was, horny as hell and staring at one of those things I had tried a number of times and always wanted: the double rigid irons. there were a number of customer reviews that mentioned you could use them for self bondage and there was a video showing them in action. How I wished I was the captive in those irons as the leather hood was laced on. A few clicks later I was staring at the webpage for the delux tight hood. I have a number of intense hoods, but none with the open mouth configuration and I saw that it comes with an option to add a zippered panel and lock. A few clicks later I was looking at the front buckle gag, lockable of course, thinking how great they would all go together.
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Chris stood in a dim lit corner of the back bar. It was leather night at the Hammer, the local fetish bar. Every few years, when passing through this city, he had dropped in. His score rate here was average, but even if he didn’t find a hookup he enjoyed the atmosphere.
At the moment he had his eye on a pair of boots. He had a passion for a man in boots. These were laced all the way up to the man’s knees. They were black and were shined to a high polish. Chris let his eyes slowly work their way from the top of the boots to the man’s package. Tight red rubber emphasised two well-developed thighs, which in turn helped to define a tight pair of arse cheeks.
Sweeping his eyes up further, the body was defined by a two-toned rubber military shirt. The shirt was obviously designed to enhance a broad set of shoulders and two well developed pecs. Above the shoulders was the lightly bearded face of a man in his mid forties. Gently he let his eyes travel back down to the boots. He could almost taste them as he pictured himself worshiping them. If he had a weakness, it was a great pair of boots, particularly when they were a natural extension of the wearer.
Chris cursed the 20mg of Cialis he had taken before coming out. Even though he didn’t need it at all, he enjoyed the sensation of the slightest provocation sending him rock hard instantly. Now, however, with a mind of its own, it was trying to force its way out from the rubber codpiece of his jockstrap in no uncertain manner. The fact that his rubber cock ring would not release the blood from his engorged cock was not helping the situation.
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Fantasy and reality converge in Incubus, the stunning Creative Director debut of Francois Sagat. Joined in front of the camera by Jessy Ares, Aymeric DeVille, Trenton Ducati and Hunter Marx, Sagat presents an artistic, hypnotic journey bursting with color, unforgettable imagery and pulsing cocks. Is it a dream or a night-terror? Take in the sensory overload of sight, sound and sex — and decide for yourself.
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I shook my head. He just stood there with his arms crossed.
“You said it was worthwhile…”
I felt the blood rush from my head, AND from my dick. HE had actually crossed one of MY boundaries; one I didn’t know I had, because this scenario had never occurred to me. Not with him, not with anybody. “This is too much for me,” I muttered. I set the bulb down on the counter and started to leave the bathroom. He grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him.
“Liam. I’m OK with this, obviously. Why can’t you be?”
“Dude, it’s SHIT!”
“So it’s not worth it after all?”
“You’re just trying to push buttons now, aren’t you? See if you can reach my limits? Well you have.”
He considered my words. “I figured, guys who are into anal, especially after what you said last night, are just, you know, used to it. Like… like a dad dealing with his kids’ diapers.”
I grabbed the enema bulb and shoved it in his hands. It squirted some water from getting squeezed. “You’re not a kid, I’m not a dad, and neither of us are into that sort of kink.”
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“Uhh, are you sure about this?” I asked George for the hundredth time.
George’s scruffy blonde face looked up from the project on his bench. “‘Course I’m sure!” He blew across the surface of the wood, sending a cloud of powdery shavings into the air. “Now I think this’ll do.” He picked up the two blocks from the bench, and walked over to where I stood. I put the sketches down and held my arms out. George placed the blocks over my forearms and inspected the fit.
“Perfect!” He exclaimed. “How does it feel?”
I tried twisting my wrists side-to-side to gauge the clearance. “Yeah, it’s good…” There really wasn’t anything to complain about, no pinching, no tightness.
“Good.” George smiled as he tousled the wood dust out of his hair, and wiped at his brow with a rag. “Well, let’s get you in shall we? Clothes off!”
I began to take my clothes off, George lending an all-too eager hand. I blushed as the back of his hand brushed my skin. I liked George, yes. In fact, I’d always liked him. We’d been friends since we met in high school woodshop. We still made plenty of projects together in his garage-turned-workshop, but nothing quite like this…
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