Where The Players Go

Furry blond Brian Bond kneels before Tony Hunter’s darker frame. Tony binds his wrists with soft rope, hoists his arms overhead to a suspension ring. He mauls the boy’s tits, bites his pits, then strings two tight rows of clothespins from nipple to inner thigh. Brian flushes, gasps, when another pair of rows sinks into his underarms. He braces. Tony rips the zippers away in one savage tug, and Brian howls as the sting leaves angry welts. Reward comes fast. Tony feeds him a thick cock; the boy works it until both men shoot hard down Brian’s throat. Tony wants ass. He drops the ropes, lashes wrists to ankles, spreads the flushed, open hole wide. He slams in with that big, swollen dick, pounds until his balls slap raw. Both men grind and grunt, shooting thick ropes that paint Brian’s insides and splash across the floor.