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Christian Wilde locks Jacob Durham’s head in a bondage box

In this shoot at Bound Gods, muscled slave Jacob Durham is tormented in the one-way mirror box before receiving a mouthful of cum from Christian Wilde.

Christian Wilde awaits on the rim chair, gazing down on the muscled slave before him. Jacob Durham lies on the ground in a leather straightjacket, bit-gag in place as a tight noose pulls on Jacob’s fat cock and balls. He’s dragged across the floor by his balls until he’s gazing up at Christian’s perfect, hairy hole. As Christian bounces up and down on his slave’s tongue, the bound slave tries with all his might to stretch his tongue past the gag, just enough to taste his master’s hole. Locked in the one-way box, Jacob sees nothing but his own face screaming back at him as the double flogger wails on his body. The box ends up being a claustrophobic, mind-fuck so Jacob is released and given air, only to feel the sting of Christian’s braided floggers. He next endures the cattle prod all while a row of clover clamps torment his meaty chest. Master Wilde finally rewards his captive with a deep ass pounding before blasting Jacob with a mouthful of cum.

Models in this shoot: Christian Wilde, Jacob Durham

Title: Self-Reflection

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Busman’s Holiday – Part 12

By lthr_jock

Without thinking, Clark stood up which made Greg curse angrily and use his crop on Clark’s leathered arse. Clark reflexively knelt down again and flushed bright red as Vickers laughed. Greg glared down at him and paused before looking back up at Vickers.

“Hold on, did you just call him Samuel?”

Vickers grinned an evil little smile and nodded. Greg let out a roar of laughter which made several people close by look up from their own conversations.

“You mean to tell me that the man I have been pestering you about for 2 months is right here kneeling at my feet.”

Vickers joined in the laugher. “Yes – and from the look of it Samuel has had quite the evening.”

Greg chuckled and stroked Clarks hair, ignoring the increasingly urgent grunts that were coming from the restrained man.

“Damn. I’ve wanted to get him into some of my gear for ages. See – I was right – it suits him.”

“I never doubted it would.”


Greg didn’t look down, just rapped the tip of his crop against the faceplate of Clark’s muzzle. “Quiet, boi, your betters are talking.”

Clark ignored this and continued to grunt into the gag. Greg frowned at him and with one hand behind Clarks head, used the other one to pinch his nose shut. Clark then realised how secure he was trussed up as he struggled vainly within the straitjacket, his booted feet slipping on the floor. He could get some air in past the gag in his mouth, but his struggles increased his need for air and Gregs control over his nose meant that he couldn’t get it. He struggled harder and harder until Greg released his grip. He gasped air in through his nose, coughing and spluttering around the drool in his mouth. Greg knelt down so that he could hear him whisper.

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