Bondage Bros Update - Devin & Grant

Devin Franco takes Grant Ducati into the dungeon. He straps Grant to the table, binds his wrists, his ankles, leaves him open and exposed. Grant watches, breathing fast, already hard. Devin starts light—teasing fingers over ribs and ribs, searching for laughs. Then he steps back. Crop in one hand, cattle prod in the other. One sting follows another. Grant’s body jerks but his grin never slips. Next Devin pulls him off the table, forces him against the wall, cuffs him high. Heavy steel weights hang from Grant’s balls, chained to the floor, stretching him taut. Devin works the flogger in steady arcs. Each blow lands on back, thighs, ass—Grant takes it all and still smiles. Sweat runs down his chest, drip by drip. Devin frees his own cock, spits in his palm, lines up and drives in raw. Grant’s smile finally cracks into a moan. Devin fucks him hard, slams his hips, grinds deep until Grant’s whole body quivers. Leather creaks, weights clink, and the dungeon echoes with every thrust. Grant pushes back into every stroke, begging with his body, while Devin keeps him pinned and takes everything he wants.