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These muscular parole officers are ready to fuck

Hands up. Against the wall. Spread ’em. When parole officers have to check in with ex-cons desperate to stay out of the slammer, the action quickly escalates with loaded guns. Watch as TitanMen exclusives Eddy Ceetee, Lorenzo Flexx and Jesse Jackman bust more than just the bad guys. Caught with drugs, former convict Bennett Anthony will do anything to escape prison — quickly offering his holes for parole officer Anthony London’s pleasure. Officers Bruce Beckham and Eddy Ceetee use some free time to practice their frisking technique — the two soon getting a taste of what each other is packing. A broken monitoring device puts Lorenzo Flexx into a panic, but parole office Jesse Jackman offers a way out — shoving the desperate bad boy to his knees before getting him on all fours.

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Muscle bondage porn: Stockroom from TitanMen

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This video from TitanMen, called ‘Stockroom,’ takes place in the depths of a mysterious warehouse hidden from the outside world. David Anthony, Alessio Romero, Aymeric DeVille, JR Matthews, Tibor Wolfe, Daniel Michael and Spencer Reed engage in bondage, cage confinement, collars, piss, rubber, fisting and lots of sucking and fucking.

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Cop-on-cop sex

Check out Dakota Rivers and Jeremy Spreadums in BAD COP 2: INTERNAL INVESTIGATION – Scene 1

They’ve made their pledge to serve and erect. When long shifts are over, aggression takes control at a precinct where the officers break their own rules. Get arrested by TitanMen exclusive Dallas Steele, who leads an Internal Investigation where blue steel meets blue balls.

At his locker, tall Dakota Rivers is approached by a smiling Jeremy Spreadums. Some taser play stings Jeremy, with Dakota offering to kiss and make it better. “You can fucking kiss this!” demands Jeremy, whipping out his cock. Dakota slurps the uncut slab, then feeds him his loaded gun. Jeremy deep throats him, his lips sliding down to the base to Dakota’s tight balls as he reaches up and rubs the jock’s huge chest. Dakota eats and fucks the bottom from behind (“Fuck, that’s a big dick!”). Jeremy sits down on him — the bottom’s rock-hard dick slamming against his own abs. He gets on his back, shooting on his chiseled stomach before Dakota douses his dick.

Models in this shoot: Dakota Rivers and Jeremy Spreadums

Title of this shoot: BAD COP 2: INTERNAL INVESTIGATION – Scene 1

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Innocent

By convict 975468

The horn blows and the lights come on simultaneously.  I roll off my bunk and with precision and without hesitation fold my blanket and sheet.  With the utmost care I place them perfectly aligned on the shelf above the bunk, and carefully place the plastic pillow on top.  I raise my bunk and hook it against the wall, ensuring that the thin plastic mattress is centered on the bunk, leaving the same amount of space all around the frame.

At once I move to the mark at the center of the cell and stand at rigid attention facing the bars.  Three short minutes are all that is allowed to accomplish my wake-up tasks.  If I take too much time, or anything is even slightly out of place, I’ll feel the prison strap on my ass.  My rigid piss-hard standing at attention sometimes merits a swat with a riding crop by a grinning guard.

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Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 12

By felon

I had received lots of attention by several tops over the past few days. It seems a special gathering is planned for this weekend. As I indicated several messages ago, although this apartment is small there were other parts of the building that I did not have access to. Today there were men in those rooms moving furniture around and doing some kind of construction. They must have access through an outside door as they were not in my quarters at all.

The paramedic and his buddy, also some kind of assistant or nurse, arrived again and spread-eagled me on the bondage table. The IV was inserted in my arm, and I was given two more injections in the crotch that resulted in an instant hardon that would not stop. I was shaved again slippery smooth, and whatever was dripping into my veins was very relaxing.

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The Vacation – Part 06

By Rubrpig

4798 stood in the middle of the 4 men who were now his personal tormentors.  As a prisoner who was locked in the Supermax wing of the Ferguson Correctional Centre, he knew he had no rights and now it was confirmed.  Total control of him had been given to these men by the Warden of the facility, Captain Ferguson.

The men stood quietly looking at their new piece of property.  One of them said he needs to be cleaned up as he is a filthy pig.  The others nodded and 4798 was quickly cuffed in the hinged cuffs and the lock box on the cuffs that were standard issue in this wing of the prison.  Two of his guards grabbed him by his biceps and he was marched or dragged down the main cell block to the shower room.  There he was sprayed down with liquid soap, scrubbed down by one of the men using a long handled brush and then told to stand under a shower head while he was rinsed off.  His beard, now grown in thick and dark as it had been weeks since he last shaved dripped water down his chest.

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Bog – Part 1

By ty dehner

ty dehner bondage storiesThe soft muddy soil spreads out beneath the tall cypress trees that have been growing over the decades in these wetlands that sit just east of the big modern city. There is a shallow layer of dirty water, looking like glass, settled between the wild grasses and mounds of dirt. The calm breeze makes the moss slowly sway, providing a calmness in this area with no direct sunlight.

These bogs sometimes have stories shared by locals about happenings that occur when the weather is right. Most just dismiss them to the art of telling a scary story during a stormy night or for a party during Halloween. Few people ever venture deep into bogs, preferring to stay safe and warm in the open areas that they can see what might happen. But for a rare few, the bog provides an escape from the world we live in today. Here a person can be who they want, no one to bother them, no one requires them to follow the rules. Just be alone, content, and maintain their life as they want to.

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The Bear Trap – Part 01

By FirefighterSIR

If you travel over the rough Santa Lucia Mountains, past towering Cone Peak, and away from the white water Big Sur coast, you come to set of broad oak studded valleys and chaparral covered ridges descending eastward toward the Salinas Valley. The Bear Trap is named for a box canyon among the ridges where oaks stud the grassy north facing slopes and brush and ghostly grey pines the sunburn south faces. Long ago, Mexican vaqueros would lure grizzly bears into the steep sided “trap” with live bait, such as a steer, to be roped and killed.

The ranch in that canyon is accessed by a 7-mile dirt road, and no one lives out there except the Captain. And the muscled work slave.

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