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Florida Trap – Part 08

By Johnny Utah

Based on a suggestion by MetalbondNYC

I got in my trailer. I dropped the boxes with the butt plugs and leg irons from Sgt. Stiles on the kitchen table. I got out of my boots, dropped my shorts, and yanked off my shirt. I picked up the leg irons. I could put them on, no problem. The butt plug was another thing. I decided to try, after all Sgt. Stiles had given it to me to try. I went into the bathroom. I had some KY gel. I got into my bedroom and hit the bed. All I had on was my socks and my collar. I locked the leg irons on. I admit they felt good. It brought back so many good memories. The restraint of the chain was reassuringly safe.

I had second thoughts about the butt plug but then decided to go ahead. I lubed up the plug. I used a finger to put some lube on the outside of my asshole. I laid back, tried to relax and slowly inserted the plug into my hole. It took a little pressure to get it in my hole, but it went in up to the base easily enough. I switched my concentration to the letter. I opened the letter carefully, so I didn’t rip the outside of the envelope with the address on it.

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Scenes from ‘Prowl 4’ at Titan

In Prowl 4, take a trip with blond muscle god Trey Rexx into a leatherman fantasy as he jerks his horsecock and conjures up one hot stud after another, beginning with sizzling muscular leatherman Anthony LaFont. After Anthony pins Trey in a wrestling match, he plunges his fat cock deep into Trey’s guts until they both spray the place with spooge. Cute hard-bodied Bobby Williams appears buck naked and chained to a hobby horse and Trey nails his ass good. And in the final scene, piggy Rhet Hengst gets fucked ferociously in a sling by one stud after another, including Marco Paris, Mike Grant, Arpad Miklos (of blessed memory) and Trey; they nearly split him in two, spearing his ass with their big dicks and spraying him with gobs of sticky spunk.

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Fallen Angel III – Initiation

This vintage image is from “Fallen Angel III – Initiation.” This is Titan Media doing what they do best: beautifully documenting masculine men living out their erotic dreams. Viewers will find it easy to forget that behind the images is a production team determined to capture and explore leather and fetish in a way that has never before been done in gay erotica.

Cole Tucker (of blessed memory) leads the cast of Fallen Angel III – Initiation. As the feature opens, Tucker recalls his fall after studying truck mate Keith Webb’s dreams. A desolate moonlit road is where the fallen Tucker remembers surrendering his wings. Trucks and truckers had been his downfall and he has been exploring that gritty world of man-sex ever since. Tucker takes Webb on as his initiate during the course of their truck route.

In Scene 1, security guard Mike Roberts identifies Tucker and Webb’s mysterious cargo at a warehouse loading dock. After the truckers depart, Roberts leads motorcyclists Ric Hunter and Karl Hengst to a hoisted and bound Austin Masters for tit, cock and ball torture that makes Master’s cock rockhard. Jay Black and Bronn Douglas, men with thick muscles and cocks, draw the attention of Hunter and Hengst while Roberts jacks, then fucks Masters. The warehouse is filled with raw men in rut: rimming, cocksucking and fucking that tear at the flesh and fill each pairing with gushing cum shots. All join into an intense group orgy with fuck circles that climax with additional cum shots by Hunter, Hengst and Black.

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This is a hard-edged, leather-sex video in the style of a mainstream feature: real locations and real men living out their leather fantasies, all tied together by the watchful Fallen Angel.

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Jailbreak

Check out Eric Nero and Jesse Jackman in Titan Men’s ‘Jailbreak

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Escapee Eric Nero runs through the woods as a helicopter hovers overhead with armed officer Jesse Jackman hot on his tail. He gets tazered to the ground by the muscle cop: “Get on your knees!” demands Jesse, soon stuffing the prisoner’s face. Eric strokes his own big dick as he worships Jesse’s meat, the officer then dragging him into a nearby shed. Eric sucks him some more before feeding the cop, Jesse slurping up the huge shaft. Eric spits down on it, Jesse reaching up to grip Eric’s neck as he sucks him. Jesse spits a big wad on Eric’s cock, then lets it dangle back into his mouth as Eric smiles down on him. Jesse rubs his shaved head and scruffy face on Eric’s dick, then buries his salt-and-pepper chin in his hole. He fucks Eric from behind, grunting as Eric turns around and smiles. Eric gets on his back, rubbing Jesse’s beard as he gets fucked, the two kissing before releasing their loads, Eric’s sac covered in his own white-hot cum.

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Some Time in Rubber – Part 2

By rts

(the next day)

I awoke before him, my body heated by his rubber clad form pressed against me. I was covered in sweat, my balls and cock hurt and itched maddenly in their steel containment, my bung hole sore from the butt fucking, the confinement of the tight heavy rubber straight jacket and posture collar driving me crazy, the waist belt holding my torso firmly tightening its hold each time I took a breath. I was hot, miserably unconfortable in that hot rubber suit, thirsty and had to take a piss. I started to struggle around manageing to finally wake him. He pressed his hooded head to mine and kissed me sucking the breath out of me. He got out of the bad and I asked him for some water.

He told me we would have to go out and get some up at the spring. I told him of my need to piss, he got me up, led me outside and unzipped my crotch, the weight of the steel chastity container hanging heavily on my balls once the zipper was opened, the posture collar and bulky straight jacket prevented me from seeing what it looked like. I spread my legs and just let go the urine and heard it splashing on the ground. He zipped me closed and began to unstrap the straight jacket, it was a relief to be free of its restriction, my arms felt stiff and cramped from the hours spent in it and I could feel a slight coolness now that it was off. He told me to grab the two buckets hanging by the cabin’s door and following him he led me up a trail to the spring a few hundred yards away.

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