Where The Players Go

Want a bound bottom to break? Call Tony Bishop. In Where the Players Go he drags tattooed cum-punk Cylus Kohen off the street and onto a Saint Andrew’s cross. Tony spits thick into the boy’s face, chains his wrists, then swings the flogger until Cylus screams the count from ten down to one, every stroke burning red across pale skin. When Cylus’s back glows hot, Tony shoves his fat, ringed dick past the boy’s teeth. Cylus gags, teeth scraping Tony’s heavy balls. The cock is never out of him long. Tony spins the cross, lines up, and rams straight into Cylus’s hole, pounding like he means to wreck it. Halfway through he yanks Cylus’s head aside, snarling that the punk doesn’t deserve the sight, then empties thick shots across the fresh welts, howling while the last spurts drip down.