Bondage Bros - Devin & Davin

Devin Franco finally drags Davin Strong down to his dungeon. Leather straps bite into the bodybuilder’s wrists and ankles as he hangs on the St. Andrew’s Cross. The flogger cuts across wide lats, leaving red streaks that make Davin grunt. Sweat runs down inked skin while Devin circles and swings again, harder, until the bigger man’s cock leaks against the wood. They shift to the sling. Heavy chains rattle. Davin’s legs spread, muscles straining against every restraint. Devin works him slow and mean—fist wrapped tight around that thick shaft, bringing him right to the edge, then backing off. Every denied orgasm makes Davin curse, hips bucking uselessly in the air. Finally Devin frees him just enough to bend him over the fuck bench. Leather creaks. Davin’s hole opens for the relentless push, taking everything Devin gives until the top slams in deep and shoots across tattooed muscle. Davin follows, shooting hard, body locked in leather and lust.