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Hetero Artur has been fully turned into an obedient object for male pleasure. The slim muscular man is tied so he can be pervily groped by Dave. His weighty dick and balls are roughly squeezed through his trackies. While bound, Artur is made to awkwardly strip himself down to enhance his embarrassment. Adrian seizes his dick, wanking him and roughly fingers his tight hairy asshole. While holding him in his arms he shoves a dildo up his hole so he can fully feel the strong masculine man bucking against him. Artur is turned into a helpless beast thrashing on the dirty floor as he’s viciously screwed. He’s ordered to squeeze his own nipples and does a piss poor job of it, so Adrian has to step in and wrench them so hard the bastard moans and drools piteously. His nuts are tied up so tight and weighted off so that they balloon out while he’s being fucked.

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Japanese POW

By Chained Muscle

Greg could not believe that his once virgin hairy body would be subjected to this hideous nightmare of bdsm. His heart was racing with each thrust of the soldier’s hard cock up inside of his ass. The pain was unbearable. He had to try to keep his wits about him or else he would go insane. He tried to remember the good old days of high school sports and his friend who would try to molest his then slightly hairy body. During his puberty years his body hair started to grow especially his last two years of high school. His chest hair was fine and still a little thin except at the lower abs and the trail to his bush. His cock and balls grew to normal sizes and he would get erections sometimes at the wrong time.

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Number 6 – Part 4

By Mister-X / Spartan

Finally that day’s class was ended. He told everyone to come back the next day for the second day of class. He said that there would be a chance to get some hands-on experience by practicing some of the techniques he’d taught on a volunteer. He didn’t say who the volunteer was, but I knew. It was me.

I stuck around while the students filed out. Number 7 could see me and came up to me. I had several questions I wanted to ask him. He started by quizzing me. “Were you here for the whole session?”

“Yes.”

“So you know some of the torture that you will be experiencing?”

“Yes.”

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