At BrutalTops.com, the two snarling Masters ride around on the back of the cowed, pathetic sub and thrash his pale, worthless ass as they do so.
He complains quietly, but this just enrages the Masters even more and they increase the amount of punishment they dole out. With Jurgis kicking him up the ass, Master Lucas flops out his massive dick and pisses into the mouth of the runt, making him swallow the stinking filthy liquid.
VIDEO at Brutal Tops
I just stumbled across this photo set and instantly recognized the setting: the L.U.R.E. bar in New York City. Look closely and you’ll spot the Pork sign behind the cage — that gives it away. This was from the Wednesday night party at the L.U.R.E., though back then I had a 9-to-5 office job in Manhattan, so staying out that late was usually a no-go. Fridays and Saturdays were my nights instead. That was the rhythm of my life in the 1990s.
These pictures are from Foot Friends
The title of this update is Soldier Socks
As he struggles against the cuffs holding him face-down on a gurney, David Webb’s perfect bubble-butt bursts out of his tiny Calvins, driving Tomas De Rico mad with desire. Tomas, wearing a doctor’s coat, beats his nearly naked “patient” with a flogger and a horse crop. David squirms even more seductively as his back and ass and the soles of his feet are whipped. Tomas slaps and squeezes the blond captive’s firm ass then cuts off the Calvins and spanks it with a leather paddle.
Video at Dream Boy Bondage
Title: David Webb & Tomas De Rico: Sanity’s Threshold – Chapter 2
Keith is one of those guys who naturally has a great body, with a V-shaped torso and strong muscles, from his legs and ass to his arms and shoulders. He’s been working out and has perfected his body, adding just the right amount of muscle and getting nice and lean. He has one of those bodies that looks so good in a tight shirt, so beautifully defined that you can imagine what he will look like naked. Rope man Matt takes it slow with his sleeping hunk, tying him spread-eagle on his bed, still in his tight Calvin Kleins, enjoying the temptation of what will come when he gets out his scissors. Keith wakes up and finds himself roped and helpless. He struggles magnificently, every one of those well-worked muscles flexing. You can see the fear in his face as Matt strokes his body through the thin cotton of his shirt and briefs. Then Matt rips open that shirt, revealing a perfect six-pack, chiseled pecs and two ripe, pink nipples. Now it’s time to cut off those briefs.
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Vincent is at the height of his physical and sexual prime. At BreederFuckers, his masculine hot body is on display. He’s gagged, flogged and subjected to a cruel session of CBT. His cock is so sensitive that when Dave seizes and jerks it he can’t help himself growing a stiffy.
Now that Vincent is nicely warmed up, Dave delivers his hardest lesson, roping Vincent’s thick muscular neck and shoving his dick up the prisoner’s smooth asshole.
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Although Carlo loves being submissive, this tall, lean 26-year-old office worker has a weakness for having his socked feet worshipped. Foot Friends figured why not cuff up our Italian hottie, strip him of his slick, black work shoes and give him the best of both worlds!
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Scene Title: Carlo
By Cutieboy90
“Hey man, I’m gonna shower. Don’t start the laundry yet.” Tony called down the hallway.
“Got it!” I hollered back.
I sat still, waiting for the sound of running water. Holding my breath. The seconds dragged by, as if time had just stopped. Even my heart seemed to slow…
Until at last the rush of water and the clang of the shower door closing signaled the start. This was the cue I’d been waiting for. Like a racer starting at the sound of the buzzer, I was off. Swiftly and silently like a panther stalking its prey, I was down the hall towards the laundry room in an instant. And there, piled in the hamper was Tony’s laundry. A whole week’s worth of worn gym socks and night shirts just waiting to be savored.
I knelt down, taking a particularly fresh-looking sock and bringing it to my nose.
“Mmmmm…” I could never help the initial moan, nor the swoons I felt when breathing Tony’s sweat and musk. There was a sort of spice to his scent, so masculine. I could detect hints of the trees from the park trail he liked to run through, the funk of his shoes, even a faint touch of the Irish Spring soap he used.
