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Arrogant straight Mo has been completely broken by our unrelenting abuse and control. In the pub's back room, I shove him toward two anonymous strangers, and give him his orders. He's going to be their toy. And he's going to have to beg for the privilege.
With a jerk on his leash and a couple of hard slaps, I force Mo to plead to lick the men's shoes. I pin him down with my boot as he laboriously cleans each shoe with his tongue, cringing at the bitter taste of grubby leather. We make him spread his arsecheeks wide and kiss the shoes, even placing reluctant kisses on the filthy soles. His body aches as he scrambles to please us, while we just laugh and kick him around the floor, making him chase our feet.
Mo's humiliation, the sight of his muscular body grovelling around on the ground, has made the strangers eager for more. As they stare down at him, their trousers bulging, I order Mo to beg to suck their cocks. It takes a few smacks for him to beg respectfully enough, with his voice quavering, but finally he gets it right, and is rewarded with one man's dick in his unwilling but accepting mouth.
The brutal, impatient men take no shit from this cocksucker. Every time the pathetic straight cocksucker slows his pace, they punish him with a slap - he has to be eager for their meat. We even demand Mo apologises when he gags on the rampant pricks as they are crammed down his choking gullet.
I tell the unhappy boy to please all three of us at the same time - he'll be punished if any one of our dicks go soft. Mo has to look up into our eyes as he blows us, and somehow coordinate his hands to keep the other two pricks stiff at the same time. The clumsy hetero lad ends up with tears in his eyes and slap marks all over his body as he desperately tries to satisfy us all.
I yank him up and we all thrust our hard dicks into his gaping mouth at the same time, before making him lap at all three bellends at once, all our cocks insistently poking at his miserable red face, covering him with his own slime.
But I intend to have this stupid slave pleasure our bodies in every way, and I'm not satisfied with just a blowjob. After making Mo beg to rim us, we all bare our arses - Mo has to shove his face into each scented, hairy crack in turn, and lick out our sweaty holes. Unable to breathe anything but our dirty arses, Mo gags as we make him get his tongue all the way up into our anuses. All Mo can do is frantically munch each hole, in an effort to end this relentless nightmare.
By the time he's rimmed us all to our satisfaction, Mo is gasping for air, his entire face aching. Smirking, I offer him a drink, and he gratefully asks for some water. But I didn't mean water - I meant piss. Our piss. Mo has no choice but to plead for a drink of urine, but that doesn't stop me punishing him for his expression of repulsion.
As the first cock lets forth a stinking jet of piss directly into his mouth, Mo's face crumples, but he keeps his mouth obediently open, choking the urine down gulp by gulp. His toes curl in disgust as we all piss into his mouth at once, causing him to almost puke on himself.
When Mo has swallowed down all our piss, we give him his final reward - three heavy loads of cum for him to swallow, adding to the churning pints of urine in his stomach. Trembling, soaking wet and almost vomiting, Mo cleans off every one of our spermy dicks, having gulped down all our loads. His transformation to sex slave is complete.
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Mike's body is aching before I even begin this session of cruelty. His wrists tightly bound to his ankles, his weight resting on his face, Mike is even more miserable when I jam a hook up his nose, tie it to a large anal hook, and commence the fun and games.
I bind his balls tightly, causing him to wince in fear, and start up my new toy - a very powerful little tank! How far can it stretch this straight cunt's testicles? As it powers across the room, dragging Mike's nuts into a painful looking stretch, Mike moans and wails in distress. The big baby seems to think the tank will rip his crown jewels right off - so I decide to up the ante and show him what pain is all about.
As the tank continues to tug excrutiatingly at his balls, I take a cane to Mike's pert, strained arse cheeks. Thwack! Thwack! As the nasty red stripes start to appear, he makes increasingly desperate yelps of pain. With each hit, Mike convulses and bucks, making me laugh as his jerky movements pull at the anal hook and hurt his arsehole even more.
His arse is really reddening now - the cunt is extremely sore, swearing his head off and biting his lip, his face flushed and sweaty. I pick up an even worse cane and lay into him with that too, leaving a few seconds in between strokes for him to absorb the whole impact of the pain I'm inflicting. "No more, no more!" he begs, pathetically. I carry on.
But crimson cane welts alone aren't enough to satisfy me. I pick up a burning candle and pour a generous puddle of wax all over his glowing, tenderised arse cheeks. With each scream of pain and curse word from Mike, I just laugh and drip on even more. His sensitive, sore bum is the perfect target for the searing hot candlewax, and no matter how much the little bastard struggles, he can't move an inch, and only hurts himself trying.
Screaming and pleading for me to stop, I demand he begs to suck my dick. Of course, it takes a whole new layer of painful wax on his arse for the straight prick to beg well enough, but finally he's rewarded with a mouthful of cock. Moaning and choking around my hard meat, Mike pathetically tries to satisfy me with his tongue, trying to end the misery quicker. I just plough away at his unwilling mouth, sliding my erection in and out of his lips, getting off on the sight and sound of his distress.
Finally, I pull out and spray my cum all over his tearful face, making sure I rub it all in and get it in his disgusted mouth too. And then I leave him, slimy and sore, stiff with agony... and fear of what's to come.
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As a porn company, we're in a position of responsibility. Of power. And it would be very wrong to abuse that. Very wrong.
But sometimes models apply who just seem to be begging to be taken advantage of.
When we saw Khaled's photo and stats, it was a foregone conclusion that his 'audition' wouldn't just consist of taking his clothes off in our usual office audition room. Oh no. We've planned something extremely special for this naive bonehead.
If he notices how remote and dodgy the warehouse is, he doesn't show it. If he sees me chuck aside his carefully prepared cv, he doesn't even flinch.
Khaled is too busy telling us how he'll do practically anything sexually with women, but doesn't want to do anything 'gay'. He just wants to show us he's got what it takes to become a pornstar. But he's going to be showing us a lot more than that...
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We've been licking our lips over the sight of Khaled's huge body and smooth, handsome face as he answered our interview questions, which only served to make us want him more. He really does seem to believe it's all part of the audition process as he ask him to hold out his hands to be tied up.
As Reuben calmly hoists Khaled's arms into the air, the big blond is visibly nervous, uncomfortable with the shift in how things are going today. He's now securely tied. I put a lecherous hand on his chest. Khaled tenses up, flinching away from me, questioning my motives, demanding I stop touching him right now.
All this does is release a flurry of horny groping from Reuben and I - our hands all over his hard body, grasping his crotch, mauling his nipples, feeling up every inch of the angry hunk. I start slicing off his clothes with scissors, tearing his shirt off, pulling off his trousers and socks and cutting off his smart black underwear to reveal his vulnerable dangling cock and balls.
The big lad is protesting so much, we have to gag him with one of his own smelly socks, tied tightly in place with a bit of rope. No escape, no way to cry for help - time to punish the cunt. I use a cane to thrash his muscular abdominals, and Reuben and I take turns lashing him with the flogger and the stick. We rain down blow after blow on his increasingly red front, until it glows with painful warmth.
With Khaled's nipples nice and sensitive, we cruelly attach several pegs to each one, then make things even nastier for him by clamping up his cock and balls with yet more pegs.
With Khaled still bellowing in fear and misery, we shove him to face backwards, lean on him to get proper access to his arse, and inform him that we're about to take his anal virginity. Without ceremony, Reuben rams a finger up into his hole, which is as tight as you'd expect for an arse-phobic straight guy. To the tune of Khaled's animal like wails and grunts of pain, Reuben fingerfucks him fast and viciously.
Khaled suffers beautifully, his eyes streaming, his teeth bared, his noises agonised. I can't wait to thoroughly break this brute.
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Pre-shoot interview Post-shoot interview Khaled isn't afraid of what's about to happen to him, despite proudly informing us that he's an anal virgin. |
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Completely my captive, Mo has no choice but to obey me when I demand a he puts on a sexy webcam show - he thinks I'll let him go if he does as he's told. I turn on the camera for the online fans and order Mo to show us his tight little arse. But he's not quick enough to obey - I have to lash him with my flogger.
I put Mo through his paces, telling him to stroke his crack, tug at his pubes, and squeeze agonisingly hard on his own balls. His face says it all - cringing in pain, he falters, trying not to hurt himself too much, but a few whacks from me soon sets him back on track.
Soon, Mo is reluctantly showing off every inch of his cock and arse, as I make him bend over and yank his dick back between his legs. But the cunt's still not trying hard enough to look sexy as he does it, so I put him over my knee and spank the shit out of him, making him rear up and yell in humiliation and pain.
The viewers want more. I force Mo to spread his legs wide and expose his anus, while wanking his pathetic straight dick. He obeys, his face a picture of shame as I hand him a vibrator to shove into his hole as he fondles his cock. When it's in, I tell Mo to fuck himself with it, slide it in and out, as the vibrations make his whole body shake and wince.
But the stupid twat can't even do that right, and pulls the vibe out of his arse without my say so. I punish him by making him apologise to the viewers and presenting him with an even bigger toy, which he has to force into his sore rectum and pretend to enjoy. Mo, however, can't do this right either, and needs to be flogged and taught a seriously painful lesson.
I cover the bastard's nipples and nuts with some cruelly tight pegs, which grip his tits like a vice and make him howl with agony, especially when I grab his hand and make him squeeze the pegs hard and play with them himself. Being made to cause his own pain is clearly just as nasty than me doing it for him.
Seeing Mo in such a state has got me throbbing, and the viewers want more. Mo looks miserably horrified as I whip out my cock - he knows the inevitable is coming. I shove it down his gob, make him lick it, tongue my balls, suck my shaft in and out, looking at the camera while he does so. I fuck his face leisurely, enjoying the feeling of his hot, wet mouth, so unwilling, yet so pleasurable. The viewers are satisfied - this particular show is over for now - but Mo's public service has only just got going...
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Mike didn't want to come back. He hated every second of his first Straight Hell experience, but now he's desperate for money - and he's here, having signed his life away. To make matters worse, I'm going to top him. And I'm a very nasty man.
I make the hapless man stand nervously as I come at him with ropes... and suddenly, he's bound and helpless. Nowhere to go. I lash a rope between his teeth, and yank it through a pulley, immobilising him. Mike's at my mercy, and I'm not going to be nice. I grope his body through his clothes, feeling his shirt dampen as he sweats nervously. My cruel fingers roam over his firm chest, pausing only to pinch and twist his nipples, making him writhe in sudden, furious agony.
With a pair of scissors, I make short work of his smart suit, ripping it to shreds around his bonds, leaving the tough straight guy looking more vulnerable than ever. Yanking down his trousers and pants, I take advantage of Mike's naked cock, roughly mauling it at my leisure, before clamping a spreader bar onto his ankles. The dumb fuck has no way to defend himself now, no matter how much he wants to.
I play rough. I start by grabbing him by the cock and gut punching him... BAM.. BAM - blow after blow right into his hard belly. Mike struggles to catch his breath as he grunts angrily at me; I don't give a shit. I move on to a flogger, thrashing him with my full, brutal strength, each hit leaving a burning pattern of welts.
When I've really made the cunt sweat as he deals with the onslaught of beating, I get vicious in a far more intimate and calculated way. I haul the rope even tighter so Mike is held on his tiptoes, staggering to keep his balance as I snigger at his predicament. As he realises exactly how difficult this will be on his leg muscles, I tie his cock painfully tight, and attach it to a chair.
Now Mike's shaking with effort and discomfort as he tries to find a way of standing that will make his aching body and cock hurt as little as possible... but it's useless. I have plans for this cock, and they're no fun for him.
I put my foot on the seat of the chair, slowly weighing it down, letting him realise just how agonising this could be for his tender, tied updick. All Mike can do is groan and yell into his rope gag.
I take an electric zapper, let him have it in the belly a few times, then go for the meat. ZAP! ZAP! I electrocute his naked cock and the terrified, trembling man screams like a stuck pig. My cock stiffens at the sight and sound of his painful predicament. I hurt his stretched out, sore meat some more with a whip and a cane, then slowly sit in the chair, my weight sinking comfortably down as Mike howls in agony. Unfortunately for him, it's only going to get worse...
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Cowed and shaking after being thrashed and left hanging, Mo's pleading and whimpering as I finally let his aching arms down from the ceiling. But this isn't a break for the little fucker. I throw him onto his back and grab a pail of cold soapy water from behind the bar. Time to clean the cunt out.
I thrust the nozzle of the enema bottle deep inside him, and squirt several loads of water in, one after the other, as the helpless straight twat moans in pain, his guts cramping and expanding to the limit.
But instead of succumbing to his begging for me to let him expel the water, I just laugh and shove a huge round buttplug up there. Mo has no choice but to hold it all in - I don't care if his arse is "about to explode."
I decide to take my pleasure from the wretched lad while he's utterly desperate - I lie down and demand a decent blowjob, with proper suction and tongue action. Miserable Mo does as he's told - he has no choice - if he ever wants to let the water out of his bulging stomach, he'd better make me happy.
I shove his head right down on my dick until he almost chokes on his own bile, with the unwelcome erection thrust all the way down his convulsing throat. With Mo's puke on my balls, I force him to lick all the way down my perenium and eat out my arsehole - and with no other options, and tears in his eyes, Mo begins rimming and sucking my sphincter, obeying my commands to get his tongue right into the hole.
I'm finally ready to shoot, and I throw him onto his back, get his mouth wide open, and spunk right up his nose and onto his unwilling tongue. The stupid fucker even reluctantly swallows the milky mess, an expression of total sickness and disgust etched onto his handsome face.
I remove the plug, but Mo's relief is mixed with yet more humiliation - I only allow him to squirt out the anal water over a bucket, making him crouch there naked on a leash, like some kind of animal, uncomfortable jets of water coming out of his arse as he moans with misery. I just laugh, plotting even more sadistic torments for this broken, helpless fucker.
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I know Mo's tied up in the derelict pub. My sadistic cohorts have given me the keys, handing him over to my tender mercies, laughing over how much I'm about to fuck with his head before extracting my pleasure.
I pull up outside the pub, sirens blaring. I can hear Mo's muffled cries as I kick open the door... he's tied up, his neck craned to look at me, panic and relief on his face as he sees it's not his tormentors, but a policeman, come to rescue him!
I fix the helpless lad with a professional, detached eye. Of course, he demands to be untied, so he can help me catch the bastards who did this to him. But I have other plans.
I ask him what happened, exactly what these "queers" did to him. Mo tells me about the spanking, the bondage, the pain he's suffered... but when I probe him about the sexual use he's been subjected to, he's reluctant to go into detail. I inform the traumatised boy that it's extremely important that I know... and he chokes up the story of how he was fucked.
My cock stiffens as I hear the shame and fear in his voice. I place my hand on his firm arm, strained and aching from being held tight in the ropes. Mo stiffens with discomfort at my invasive touch.
I don't bother holding back once he's realised I'm not even a real cop. I roughly strip him naked, cutting off his football kit, groping every inch of his magnificent body. I gag him with several wraps of duct tape, muffling his terrified, angry shouts.
I've heard about how sensitive Mo's nipples are, so with his chest so helplessly exposed, I focus my attentions on the tender, vulnerable little nubs. Mo squirms furiously at my touch, but a long, hard pinch and twist of his tits soon has him under control. I use a small vacuum device to cruelly suck up each nipple tip in turn, before sharply twirling them round, producing an exquisitely agonising reaction. When both nipples are fully sensitised and sore, I apply the clamps. Full control and obedience. Perfect.
Time to pry open and full up that straight arsehole. Shoving a finger up there, I feel inside his reluctant arse - he's still tight as hell. Amazing, after what my mates have put him through. I ram a massive buttplug into his arse, as he inhales heavily and moans in agony through the gag. With his guts plundered and stretched to their limit, I feel Mo trying to push the heavy plug out of his arse. So I duct tape it firmly in place, jamming it all the way inside.
But I haven't even unleashed my truly sadistic urges yet. Grabbing a selection of floggers, crops, paddles and straps, I procees to beat the hapless straight boy until his screams can be heard even through the tight gag. He whirls around, dances in his ropes, does all he can to attempt evasion of the merciless rain of blows falling onto his muscular arse, but to no avail.
His cheeks quickly turn a deep crimson as I thrash him, and with each tool increasing in severity, Mo tries more and more desperately to escape.So I tie his cock and balls into a painful little package, leash it to the wall, and spread and tie his legs apart too. Let's see him move now.
There's nowhere for Mo to run as I attack him with the final, heaviest paddle and strap. The boy is mine to do with as I please. And I intend to use him harder than he's ever been used before.
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Straight lad Peter cringes with embarrasment when the punters shove him onto his face on a pool table and demand a show of his hairy straight arsehole. His face contorted with shame, he screams in agony as we take it in turns to hit him over and over again with the cues, laughing as the red stripes burn across his arse.
I draw a target around his twitching, nervous arsehole, and we throw the cunt onto his back for a game of anal pool. One by one, we viciously whack balls right into his wriggling cleft, with each shot making Peter wince in terror as the heavy balls fly towards him, perilously close to his unprotected nuts.
But I have even better plans for this boy's tight straight hole. With the men holding the struggling lad down, I grab my cue and make sure he gets a good look at the thick end, before ramming it straight into his inviting arse. Peter screams the place down, begging me to take it out, but no one cares about his pleas. They just laugh and they enjoy the show, strong hands pinning down every limb.
As Peter feels the cue bruise his guts, the punters maul his naked body, with cruel fingers twisting and pulling his nipples, slapping at his smooth chest, and yanking his limp hetero cock. The men hold Peter's head up so he has a full view of his disgusting ordeal as I slowly remove the cue and wave the stinking end towards the boy's miserable face.
Ruthless fingers force Peter's mouth open and I shove the dirty cue, covered in his arse juice, right down his throat, even forcing him to stick out his tongue and lick it clean. Tears stream down his face as the hapless straight boy realises exactly what he's become...
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We've dragged the snivelling Noah into his own living room to continue our regime of merciless torment on every inch of his buff young body.
Trapped in an armchair, his legs bound and aching, his hole on show, the miserable teenager has no say in his fate as we lock his flaccid dick in a tight cock stock, leaving it vulnerable to our sadistic whims. When we whinges, we hurt his tender nipples until his tongue is far enough out for us to crush it in a special tongue stock, leaving Noah both in tremendous discomfort and drooling like a moron.
As we clamp up his nipples and tie them to his toes, Noah moans in agony, his tits stretched to their limit. It's amusing watching him trying to keep his heavy, manly feet in a position where they won't hurt his nipples, but we're not going to let the fucker off lightly.
Colin and I take a foot each and dig in our nails, scratching and tickling his sensitive, smooth soles until his jerking feet finally yank both nipple clips free, eliciting even louder screams of pain as his squashed nubs throb with fresh exquisite agony after being freed in the nastiest way possible.
Time to up our game. We attach the cruel clips to his delightfully stretchy foreskin, with the elastic even tighter, forcing the terrified boy to shrink his feet uncomfortably back towards his body as he prepares himself for the inevitable. But it's not just our fingers Noah has to contend with this time - we grab an electric toothbrush and get to work.
Noah is torn between desperately jerking his feet any way he can to avoid the evil toothbrush tormenting his ticklish soles, and unsuccessfully trying to keep them still to escape the incessant sharp tugging on his delicate foreskin. But his resistance is useless. Both clips get yanked off, leaving his poor cock wilting in agony.
Even now, Noah's trials aren't finished. We take a whip to his exposed arsehole, leaving it reddened and tenderised before shoving a bulbous dildo up there. I slide it all the way to the hilt, in and out, while mean old Colin attaches some pegs to his bollocks and nipples, and plays with his miserable soft cock. Despite his body aching and throbbing from head to toe, Noah's tearful face betrays the fact that what stings most of all is the humiliation.
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After what we've put Peter through, I'm surprised he's still standing, but the dumb straight shit is about to lose his virginity to a real cock, no matter how much he protests. As the crowds grin and leer in the background, some handling their own hard packages at the sight of this arrogant fucker being abused, I force Peter's head down to give one lucky punter a blowjob. As my tattooed mate grins, Peter looks utterly miserable as we turn his pretty little straight mouth into our fucked up, worthless cumdump. I fist my own achingly hard cock, as I watch my mate Gerard smear his veiny, leaking cock all over Peter's disgusted face, wiping a mixture of precum and spit all over the straight lad's mouth. Peter gags and chokes around the experienced top's thick cock, but with his lips are stretched whoreishly around the large dick, he's taking it like a proper cocksucking fucktoy.
The guys eagerly swarm around to hold the filthy fucker down, as I push my engorged member into his abused asshole. He's still tight around my throbbing dick as I begin to thrust into his virgin ass, and I smirk as I hear him choke and protest around my mate's cock, with the pain and humiliation of his transformation into a cockslut. His pathetic whimpering turns into wordless begging as Gerard pulls out of the dickslave's aching mouth and begins to wank off over his face. Peter's face is already streaked with pre-cum, piss and sweat and yet the arrogant straight cunt still struggles in horror as he receives a load of male cum all over his filthy face. He screws up his face in humiliation as my mate rubs his still-hard cock over the lad's cum-streaked face and my own cock twitches in response as I begin fucking his straight asshole even harder.
Given his response to having his face used as a cum receptacle the first time, I decide to give him another little treat. One of the guys grabs the fucker's abused face and stretches his ruined mouth open as I wank into it, spurting my seed into his terrified face. I wipe my hand derisively over his lips, making sure he gets every drop of the cum, making him smell the scent of his own ass on my cock. I make sure to get my juice all over the little shit's stupid face, rubbing it into his hair to make sure he has a nice reminder of his new best friends.
At Gerard's suggestion, one of the laughing punters eagerly drops his bleachers and offers his arsehole up for a crash course in rimming. Peter struggles in earnest now, wriggling like a pathetic little worm in his cuffs, but we force his abused face right up in that sweaty asscrack, making sure he can't escape the smell and taste of another man's sweaty hole. Grabbing his hair, we make sure he tastes all around the sensitive area, making him lick from the pucker right down to my mate's sensitive balls. Yelling and jeering, we force him to shove his tongue right up that dirty asshole, turning him into a shameless, asslicking cockwhore.
Everyone in the room's in a state of fucklust as we force Peter into a dildo-mouth-gag. His mouth is completely covered, forcing him to breathe through his nose, and protruding from the gag is an obscene black, shiny dildo. Peter looks utterly humiliated as we force him to fuck that hungry ass with the long, hard cock. My mate's having the time of his life, while straight little Peter grunts in misery at being roughly used as our very own fucking machine. The atmosphere is electric as we watch the filthy straight cunt being turned into a witless fucktoy, and the guys begin a loud chant of "FUCK FACE! FUCK FACE!" as Peter kneels dejectedly in the middle of the room. He looks totally degraded, covered in cum, sweat and piss, used as a dildo, orally and anally abused; this is one straight shit that'll never be the same again.
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Now Noah's had his orgasm, it's time for Rueben and I to have some fun. Noah struggles and yells as I tie his hands, but he knows nobody's listening. Tired of her whimpering, we'd shoved Noah's girlfriend into the closet, leaving only Rueben and I to witness his torment. Noah wriggles uselessly as Rueben wraps his belt around his neck, tightening it as I force the scared teen to meet my eyes: "you're gonna suck both our cocks". The naive little bitch has never tasted a real man's cock before. Soon he'll be our very own fucktoy.
Rueben grabs Noah's jaw, forcing his reluctant mouth open as I shove a ring gag into what will soon be our cumhole. He continues to struggle, but his hands are tied and his mouth is held open now, as if he's inviting us to ram our hard cocks down his unwilling throat. I watch as Reuben forces our new whore to suck his dick. Noah gags and chokes, drool from the gag running down Rueben's straining cock, as Rueben thrusts harder.
Noah's face is turning red, screwed up in disgust. I'm painfully hard and I demand a turn with his reluctant mouth. I drag him around to face me and order him to suck my cock. His tongue and throat feel amazing as I slide my dick between his unwilling lips, and I grin as I begin to really drive my cock in, taking my pleasure from his hot, heterosexual mouth. Noah is on his hands and knees like a dog: our dirty pet whore. The gag should be really hurting by now, his jaw will be aching and I know the young boy will be ready to agree to anything if we let him take it off. Unfortunately, the price will be high.
I ask Noah if he'll suck my cock properly if I take the painful gag off and he replies quickly, desperately, with a 'yes'. The dirty little slut has no excuses now; he's a proper little manbitch, our own filthy cocksucking whore. Yet it doesn't feel like he's putting in as much effort as a slut like him should. Rueben smacks his firm, muscular ass. "You'd better try harder," he threatens. But despite Noah's desperate gagging, he isn't trying hard enough.
Noah looks totally defeated as we force him to bend over like the dirty cunt he is. He begins to yell and moan in earnest when Rueben enters his virgin boycunt, begging Rueben to stop. It only spurs Rueben on, and he begins to thrust harder into Noah's reluctant hole. The lad's face is screwed up in agony as his virgin ass is violated for the first ever time. I wonder how he'll ever sleep in this room again. I begin to wank in front of the young guy's traumatized face. Soon, I can hold off no longer and force my cock into his mouth, spitroasting him like the filthy pig he is. He groans in pain around my cock as Rueben drives deep into his ass, filling him completely with dick.
Noah looks completely broken as Rueben fucks him harder. His ass is still red from the spanking as Rueben pounds into him, before withdrawing his impressively hard cock and wanking off over the boy's gaping asshole. I relish the feel of Noah's throat around my cock as Rueben cums over the lad's muscular ass globes like he's some kind of sluttish, centerfold. "Fuck you," Noah groans, a last flicker of resistance, a final reminder of the cocky, popular lad he used to be.
Luckily, I know just how to crush him for good; I tell the little fuckpig that I'm going to cum all over his face. I smirk as I see his eyes darken in horror; this is always the hardest for the cocky straight shits to take. Barely holding back, I turn him over and slowly wank my dripping erection over his horrified face. I can only imagine the terrible anticipation Noah is suffering as he waits for me to ejaculate. With that sight in front of me it doesn't take long. I remember the arrogant cunt that Noah had once been as I cum over his defeated face, and look at the broken little fucktoy we've reduced him to.
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Todd has a beautiful body, and I want to see those muscles strain, humiliate him by making an activity he's normally in control of into yet another cruel torment. Tied down to the weight bench, a place where Todd is normally comfortable, he's completely helpless - his only choice, if he wants to get out of here, is to follow my orders.
With the stupid trainer gagged and bound, I set about making his body hurt as much as possible before I've even started. I clamp nasty heavy duty pegs all the way down his sensitive foreskin, before squeezing one onto his banjo string and a couple onto his tender ballsack. The pathetic man winces in pain as I put a peg on each nipple, as a final touch, groaning into his gag.
I order Todd to begin lifting the weights, and he reluctantly complies, fear in his eyes as I stand over him with a whip, barking orders and demanding more effort. I make the weight bar heavier, and Todd begins to falter, not given a break, the neck and chest bondage making it difficult to breathe, the unforgiving rope tugging on his sore balls.
As soon as Todd slacks off, I begin thrashing him with the crop, laying into his torso and legs, even hitting the pegs on his nipples, striping his smooth, muscular pecs. With the constant threat of his balls being whacked, Todd grunts with effort and fear as he desperately tries to satisfy me with his rhythm and form, giving me as many reps as I want, despite his aching, tired muscles.
I change the weights to something that's probably at his absolute limit. Todd's exhausted but knows he has no choice; if he doesn't do it, I'll beat him black and blue... or worse. As he tries to catch his breath, the heavy weight pinning him down on his chest, I decide to motivate him in an even nastier way - I grab his invitingly tied up bollocks, and squeeze them - hard. "Do you want me to rip your balls off?"
With the terrifying agony shooting through his body, Todd labours under the weight, trapped in a burning nightmare of pain and suffering, the prospect of escape slowly slipping away.
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Peter's nightmare is really kicking off. Having been violently stripped naked and whipped round the club and sexually abused, the buff straight man is now immobilised in bondage inside a cage, at the mercy of the jeering perverts.
Male hands reach in and grab Peter's body, fondling his cock, pinching his sensitive nipples. I force a metal ring gag into his mouth, making him orally available to anyone with a hard dick, whether he likes it or not. Meanwhile, one of my mates gets knuckle deep in the cunt's arsehole, before ramming a cold steel anal hook up there, which we tie to the cage, completely trapping Peter in a painfully slutty position, exposed to all.
I whip out my rigid cock and thrust it into Peter's inviting open gob, enjoying the feeling of his reluctant tongue swirling around my cock head as he frantically tries to avoid tasting the precum in my piss slit. I shove my cock in and out of the boy's hole with vigorous abandon, using his face like a piece of meat.
My burly mate takes a turn, thrusting his massive veiny dick into Peter's drooling mouth, rhythmically fucking his face as the helpless straight boy writhes in his ropes. The unforgiving gag holds Peter's mouth open, keeping his jaw wide enough to shove our cocks all the way to the back of his throat.
The big man spurts his load in Peter's contorted, miserable face, wiping the white juices on his lips before stepping back to give me another go on him. I ram my erection all the way into his mouth, and fill it with my cum, which drips out as I pull away, leaving him gagging and sputtering with disgust.
But we're not finished with this disgusting little public cockwhore. We clamp up his sensitive bits, adding clips to his foreskin, which get yanked and secured to the bars, along with his nipples, which are stretched to their limit by the unforgiving ropes. Even his balls end up with a row of cruel pegs on them.
To round off the boy's misery, a couple of men step up and spurt a stinking stream of hot piss all over Peter's face and hooked up arse. How long we'll leave him in this painful, humiliating predicament is entirely up to us, but with the gang clamouring for a fuckshow, it's only going to get worse for him...
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Tonight is shaping up to be the most shameful experience of Noah's young life. Tied to a chair in his own bedroom, he is determined to resist our lecherous groping, as we tease him about wanking, in front of his girlfriend. We want to know where his porn collection is; of course, the embarrassed lad denies having any, but all teenage boys have porn. It's just a question of getting them to admit it.
Two very painful nipple pegs later, and a few vicious squeezes to crush his sensitive nubs, and the twat's howling in pain - "It's under the mattress, you bastards!" Surprise surprise. Reuben reaches under and finds a selection of well thumbed porn mags, full of smutty photos of tits and arses. We make sure Noah's girlfriend gets a good look at the filth, as the embarrassed boy cringes away from the incriminating magazines.
But we want the cunt to have a good look. Grabbing his hair, I force his head into position, barking at him to open his eyes and study the naked ladies cavorting on the centre pages. Reuben flicks through the mags, as I jerk Noah's rapidly stiffening cock, which grows harder and harder at each turn of the page.
The straight boy tries to look away, obviously ashamed of his involuntary erection, throbbing hard and proud despite the hairy man's hand controlling it. But no matter what Noah does, we force him to study his dirty pictures, wanking him off against his will, his girlfriend's accusing eyes on his trecherous erection.
Before long, there's drops of precum oozing out of his slit, and I greedily dive down and lick the juices off Noah's shiny bell end, as he furiously begs and pleads for me to stop. But with a stiff hetero cock in my mouth, I have no intention of stopping, and I slide the whole thing into my hot mouth and suck his raging hard on down my throat, feeling it stiffen even as Noah desperately insists he's not queer.
I feel the boy's balls tighten - he's nearly ready to blow his load. Laughing, we exchange the titty porn for one of his sport mags, so Noah has his reluctant orgasm looking not at a woman, but at the hunky soccer player on the cover. After wiping all the cum onto the star of Noah's new wank rag, we pry his mouth open, force him to stick out his tongue, and make him lick up every drop of his shameful teenage spunk.
The boy's slimy face is a picture of miserable humiliation, and as my fingers scoop the drips of cum into his unwilling mouth, Noah looks like he's desperately trying to work out how he's going to explain this to his girlfriend. Unfortunately for him, this is the least of his worries tonight...
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Todd is almost at his physical limit, but I make him endure more. Trussed up and bent over a bench, I order him to pull himself up over and over again. He's soon groaning, pleading for me to let him stop.
Out come the whips. A flogger on his inviting naked arse soon gets him moving again, with every lift obviously agony for his burning muscles. I take a crop to his now red cheeks, and lash him with the unforgiving stick, which yields a few more laboured crunches. When Todd can absolutely do no more, I give him a few blows with the nastiest paddle I own. He is broken. Time to put him to use.
Since the lazy cunt seems to want a rest, I strap him up in an unforgiving kneeling bondage position, his muscular arms held behind him, rendering him bent and helpless.
With his head so conveniently placed, and my tools of pain so close at hand, it's not surprising that he isn't able to stop me forcing my cock into his unwilling mouth. I slide my hard dick in and out of his face, gagfucking his throat, pressing his head all the way down to make him swallow the whole length.
When I've finished with his mouth, I immediately plug his now defunct hole with an inflatable gag, blowing up the inner bulb to its biggest size, completely muffling any sounds the unhappy straight man may be about to make at my forthcoming assault on his anus.
With his only positional choices being head up on head down, all Todd can do is tense up and scream into his gag as I slam my rigid cock into his temptingly raised arsehole. His smooth, firm cheeks provide a stunningly horny frame to the sight of my meat being rammed in and out of one of the tightest holes I've ever had the pleasure of fucking. Todd groans and tries to move away, but all it takes is a firm grip on his arm harness, pushing his face to the bench and keeping his anus humiliatingly available for my use.
A faceload of my hot spunk cements Todd's new place in the gym pecking order - cum covered sex toy.
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Our guests are very much enjoying the after dinner entertainment our unhappy straight slave boy is being forced to provide. I make Darren jingle the fancy bell nipple clamps, hurting himself further in the process, too frightened to attempt resistance. His ballsack is tied excruciatingly tightly, and with Colin's hand on the rope, Darren flinches with every movement.
At our command, the embarrassed boy crawls on his hands and knees on the carpet, forced to carry a tray of beer on his back and serve our guests their drinks.
Colin orders Darren to lick his shoes, mashing his face down, making sure the boy's tongue cleans every inch. With the tight, hairy arse on display, our mate shoves a finger deep into Darren's hole and fingerfucks him, with every thrust pushing the lad's wincing face harder down onto the dirty shoe.
Our muscular guest Gerard is stroking his crotch as he leers at Darren's humiliation. The horny stud stands up and demands a blowjob from our straight fuckboy. At the first sign of reluctance, I grab Darren's head and impale his face on the taller man's meaty dick, and the snivelling boy is forced to suck it or choke. Gerard thrusts into Darren's mouth again and again, before pulling out and shooting a massive load all over the boy's football tattoo.
Having stroked himself to full erection at the sight of his mate using Darren like a whore, Colin bends the straight boy over the sofa and rams his massive cock deep into the boy's battered anus. Grasping his hips, the hairy brute plunges in and out of Darren's fuckhole over and over again, as Darren tries to bite back his grunts of pain at the thick penis ripping open his hole.
Colin's spunk lands all over Darren's trembling body - our hetero slave has served yet another man tonight. As our guests smoke their cigars, complimenting us on the finest after-dinner entertainment, all Darren can do is hide his head in shame.
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We've been watching hot young teenager Noah all evening. His parents are away, and with the house to himself, his girlfriend's sleeping over. The innocent pair of lovebirds enjoy their evening together, completely unaware of the shadowy figures lurking in the garden.
We silently stare at their kisses and cuddles as they get ready for bed, feeling our dicks stir in our jeans as the boy unknowingly flashes his arse and gives us a glimpse of his meaty swinging cock.
They turn out the light and settle down to sleep, and we lie in wait, as I finger the lock picking kit in my pocket. When we're sure they're asleep, we creep up to the door. Within seconds I have it open, and unheard by the sleeping couple, we slip inside...
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We silently creep into the bedroom, edging over to the bed where the teenager and his girlfriend lie fast asleep, their breathing slow and steady. We need to move the girl to get at Noah, so we give her a dose of chloroform and put her on the floor, where Reuben securely ties her up.
With his girlfriend out of the way, I climb into bed with Noah, and run my hands slowly up and down his body, coming to rest on the firm bulge of his crotch. The boy emits a slight moan when I touch him, and shifts in his sleep, perhaps dreaming of female hands pleasuring him, caressing his full balls.
Reuben passes me some rope, and we gently move Noah's limbs into a spread-eagle position before swiftly binding his wrists and ankles to the bed. Reuben flicks the light on, and Noah wakes up, dazed and disorientated as he realises there are two strange men in his bed... and he can't move his limbs.
The panicked teen calls for help, shouts for his girlfriend, but she's helpless too. As Reuben marches over to her, the frightened girl begs for mercy, probably thinking we must be here to abuse her. But instead of groping her, Reuben slaps duct tape over her protesting mouth and growls, "It's not you we want, it's your pretty fucking boyfriend."
Noah thrashes around, angry and terrified, as we run our lecherous hands over every inch of his body, before pulling out scissors and slashing off his tshirt and underpants. I handgag the wriggling boy, muffling his furious protests as Reuben and I enjoy a vigorous mauling of his naked cock, taunting his distressed girlfriend as we do so.
Having explored Noah's beautiful teenage body, it's time to put the cunt in some serious pain. Time for some tit torment. We grab a nipple each and get to work twisting and yanking them, laughing at Noah's screams of agony as he desperately thrashes around.
Just when he think's we're done hurting him,
I delve my fingers down into Noah's bum crack - he clenches furiously, but it's no use; we are the ones in control, and we want full access. We untie his feet, and wrench his legs back, spreading his arse wide, exposing his hairy hole.
Ignoring the terrified lad's yelling and begging, I force my thick finger deep into his guts, revelling in his virginal teenage tightness. As Noah wails with horror and pain, I replace it with two fingers, plunging them in and out as tears roll down the boy's cheeks.
Captive in his own home, his helpless girlfriend forced to look on as two men fuck his spread arsehole, Noah probably thinks it can't get any worse. He's wrong.
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Pre-shoot interview Post-shoot interview Noah told his girlfriend he was doing a 'different kind of job' and jumped into his role head first! Despite finding the pain pretty hard going, Noah was a fantastic model, and turned out to be surprisingly adapt at cocksucking! We hope you like this adorable lad as much as we do. |
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Things are getting worse and worse for Todd, as I've roped him into a very vulnerable and uncomfortable spreadlegged position on a machine seat. He squirms and protests angrily, but I'm hell bent on hurting the bastard, and I ignore his pleas and force a ring gag into his reluctant mouth, rendering him incomprehensible.
Now all Todd can do is look down in horror and moan pathetically as I attach very tight nipple clamps to his sensitive pink nubs, complete with heavy metal rings making them even more painful. I tie string from the clamps to his toes, keeping his already aching legs even more constrained position - and Todd very quickly find out that if he attempts to stretch them out, his nipples will be aflame with agony.
But I want this straight brute to be in as much pain as possible. So I cruelly start tickling his ribs, under his arms, and finally the beautiful smooth soles of his manly feet. The unbearable sensations make Todd wail the place down, thrashing around more and more as the tickling becomes too much, incapable of doing anything except hurting himself even more as his jerking legs pull his nipple clamps over and over again.
When I stop tickling the cunt, you'd think he'd be grateful for the break. But no. As I spit on him and cram a finger up his pristine virgin straight arsehole, he cries and moans through his ring gag as if he's about to die. Stupid Todd has no idea that I have no intention of stopping at just one finger. I ram two fingers up there, sliding them in and out of his hot, tight bum tunnel, while amusing myself by toying with his flaccid, unhappy cock. The hetero personal trainer is hating every minute of this intimate violation.
Todd is so tight, I decide to batter open his newly abused hole with my fucking machine - he's so helpless, I can't resist causing him maximum damage right here and now. As I show him the dangerous looking tool, he yelps in fear and shakes his head no - but it's too late. I'm already shoving the tip into his frightened, twitching sphincter, and bang - I've pushed it deep inside his anus.
The straight prick screams and hyperventilates, unable to even breathe properly with the huge cock banging in and out of his virgin arsehole. I turn the speed up, laughing at Todd's predicament as I pound him in the bum over and over. Tears stream down his cheeks as he realises he'll never be truly straight again - if he even gets out alive.
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Pre and post shoot interviews Todd considers himself sexually adventurous - so he couldn't pass up this opportunity to try something new and exciting, however scary it seems... |
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Our captured straight boy Peter has been dragged into a leather bar, stripped naked and mauled by the horny punters, and now they're after some real fun. I slap a metal pillory on the cunt and tie a blindfold round his eyes as my mates taunt him - "We'll let you go, if you can find the door!"
Peter desperately staggers around, his naked cock flapping about as he lurches unsteadily to and fro, meeting only lecherous groping hands at every turn, as he helplessly tries to escape. His bare arse is slapped, his nipples pinched, his body flogged from top to toe wherever he goes.
Needless to say, Peter can't get away - and when I whip off the blindfold, he sees that up till now, we've just been toying with him. Confronted with a thick dildo mounted on a box, he frantically tries to pull away, begging and pleading with us to let him go, to spare his virgin arsehole from the agonising fate in front of him.
A couple of us force the screaming lad down onto the cock, watching as his tight, untouched sphincter slowly and painfully gives way to the hard rubber cock. The crowd roars with horned up approval, as our strong hands grip the pathetic straight boy, moving him up and down on the dick, making him fuck himself over and over again.
Peter begs and wails in despair as the excruciating pain in his hole gets worse and worse, but we show him no mercy until his torment has made several cocks stiff with perverted lust.
One of my mates steps up and crams his engorged cock down Peter's throat, refusing to take no for an answer as I help him wrench open the crying boy's mouth. He fucks his unwilling throat, hard and fast, as the sight of it makes another muscular top step in to take his turn on the straight cockslave too. Forced to serve two rampant, throbbing cocks, tears run down Peter's face as his mouth is filled with the dripping man meat.
Finally, the two men spurt ropes of hot cum all over the straight boy's distressed face. Rubbing it in, Peter is covered in a thick coating of fresh cum, in his eyes, on his chest, in his hair. Laughing, a few of us take it in turns to 'wash' him clean - with our piss. The stinking yellow showers never seem to end as man after man steps up to relieve his bladder all over the snivelling twat. He may think he's in hell now, but there's even more to come...
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Pre-shoot interview Post-shoot interview Peter was nervous about his first ever male sexual experience, but he was up for trying anything in the name of cash - and he did very well indeed! Don't tell his girlfriend though... |
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With our straight fuck slave Darren as their toy for the evening, our dinner guests are feeling sadistic. Having emptied their balls, I strap the cunt to a punchbag and let them go to town. We all scrawl humiliating names over the whimpering lad, branding him things like 'CUMDOG', 'FUCKPIG' and 'STRAIGHT COCKSUCKER'. And it only gets worse for Darren, as the boxing gloves come out.
We each give the pathetic, helpless boy some hard punches in the gut. Each punch knocks the breath out of him, making him grunt in pain as he tries to recover in time for the next eager guy to take his turn. Blow after blow pounds into Darren's stomach, until he's near collapse and our mates are baying to see him in even more pain.
I stat putting some vicious pegs on the little bastard's nipples, making painful lines of pinched, tender flesh as I attach the tight clips to the sounds of his screams. Even his sensitive stomach area doesn't escape my nasty torment, as I put matching sets of pegs down his graffiti'd sides.
We brandish our floggers, preparing to swipe off the pegs with brute force. Darren pleads and whimpers, "No!" but we show no mercy - we lash the cunt with the whips over and over again, dislodging only one or two of the cruel, tight pegs with each hit. Darren screams the place down - he's never been in so much pain in his life. Every thrash of the flogger takes him to a new level of agony, until he can hardly stand.
To complete his humiliation, I put on a fuckshow for the salivating crowd, hungry to see the lad's hole used after his torments. All Darren can do is hug the punchbag, unable to escape as I slam my erect cock deep into his guts and take what's mine. I hump him hard and fast, his arsehole still tight even after all the abuse we've given it. Covered in my thick white cum, Darren can only whimper in fear at what's coming next...
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Post-shoot interview 1 Post-shoot interview 2 Darren is a fantastic model, and considering he's 100% hetero, was thoroughly obliging. He got through the harder moments of the shoot by having a laugh with us, but it clearly wasn't easy. |
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Internet dating. With hundreds of men clamouring for the attention of every girl out there, it's not hard to sit back and take your pick from the horny morons.
With a fake female profile and a stolen photo, I can pretend to be anyone I like - and the boys fall all over themselves to get my attention. Within 24 hours, I've arranged to meet at a local bar with Peter, who has the tastiest body of the lot.
Lurking nearby, I watch in amusement as the nervous lad preens his hair and leaves a folorn voicemail for the absent 'Jessica'. When he's waited long enough, I send him a text - "Come round the corner, sexy - I've got a little surprise for you ;-)"
As the dopey fellow gets up to follow my instructions, I get my handcuffs ready... he rounds the corner, fiddling with his phone... SNAP. The gullible straight cunt is all mine.
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If you delved into the deepest nightmares of heterosexual men, and probed their darkest fears, they would probably come up with something like what I intend to put Peter through tonight. Thrown, helpless, into an underground bar full of predatory homosexual men, all eager to get their hands on fresh male meat. A true Straight Hell.
I drag the angry, struggling fucker into the bar, all thoughts of his 'date' long gone. My mates cheer as I proudly show them the stupid straight boy who fell for my ruse. We waste no time in slinging him up onto the bar and cuffing up his wrists and ankles to spread him out, every inch of him available for the attentions of the pervy crowd. Strong hands pin him down at every point - Peter can thrash around all he likes, but he'll never escape.
We tear down his smart jeans, rip open his shirt, reveal his buff, smooth chest. The men roar in approval at the scene as the barman roughly manhandles Peter's nipples, while others pour beer over the boy's underwear, exposing every line of his sexy straight package.
Peter screams and pleads for us to let him go, but the crowd are baying for flesh - a raucous chant of "GET HIS COCK OUT!" soon sees the barman and I cut off his tight white boxers, revealing his terrified flaccid dick to the hungry mob.
Within seconds, a mate of mine is slurping and nibbling Peter's hairy balls, making the straight lad recoil in horrified disgust and fear as he feels the rough, bearded mouth sucking the beer out of his pubes. The forced sexual contact is clearly destroying his fragile masculine ego as the strange man's tongue intimitely caresses his most sensitive crevices.
This hetero fucker is here for the taking; anyone can have a go - even the punky little sub lad can have full control over this pathetic, helpless cunt, as he eagerly feasts on the rare hetero meat treat.
But the men are hungry for more - and soon, they have Peter's legs high in the air. The barman pours beer all over his virgin arsehole, which is the only lubricant the tight straight cunt gets as my mate shoves his finger deep into Peter's guts, working it in and out for the amusement of the crowd. The terrified lad screams and shouts, but surely he's worked out that not one man in here gives a shit about his predicament? This is only the beginning...
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If there's one thing straight guys fear more than sex with a man, it's someone finding out that they had sex with a man. So when Todd's phone rings, just as my rampant cock is bursting out of my trackies, I seize the opportunity to have some fun with the furious lad.
"Hello?" It's his girlfriend. Todd's horrified face says it all as he frantically moans into his gag, completely muffled by the sock under the duct tape. Smirking, I tell the gullible girlfriend that those noises are just him lifting weights, and no - he can't talk to her now.
As I hang up, the angry hetero hardman looks like he wants to murder me. I decide to play the good guy, and inform him that I'll let him go if he takes my dick in his mouth. Once my cock is between his lips, I whip out his mobile phone and take a few pictures too. Not part of the agreement, but who gives a shit? Not me. I'm in control here.
Now to be the bad guy... I tell Todd that I'll send the photos to his girlfriend right now if he doesn't suck my dick properly. Immediately he starts begging. I just force my cock down his throat and begin fucking Todd's miserable face, as he struggles against his bonds to no avail, his face screwed up in disgust.
After forcing Todd to lick the precum out of my piss slit, and lovingly caress the entire head and shaft with his tongue, I fuck his face from behind, sliding the whole length of my meat all the way down his throat.
I'm using his angry, embarrassed face like my own personal sex toy. I sit on his face, ordering him to rim me, making him stick his tongue out and lowering myself onto it like a warm, pink little dildo, before jerking off into his face, covering the degraded fitness trainer in a shower of my hot cum.
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With a prime piece of boyflesh like Corey, I want to get a better look at his tight young virgin hole. And what better way to inspect him and open him up than with a couple of heavy hollow plugs I have lying around.
While I press the first plug up against his quivering arsehole, he wails in dismay. Colin shuts him up by cramming his big hard dick down the boy's throat, forcing him to suck it and shut the fuck up. The plug slides in, past his sore, stretched sphincter, making him tense up in pain and wince around the cock in his mouth.
We throw him onto his back for another, bigger plug. I push it in, forcing it home as he desperately tries and fails to resist and push it out. As I listen to Corey choke and slurp at Colin's enormous cock, I work the plug back and forth, enjoying the clear view of his pink guts all on display for my viewing pleasure.
But despite his aching arsehole, the little cunt still won't suck the cock properly. After hand spanking him, I take a nasty wooden paddle and whack the little cunt's arsecheeks so hard, they quickly start to turn a nice shade of red. I'm enjoying beating him so much, I pick up a cane and give him a few thwacks with that, which sends the pathetic boy over the edge, begging me to stop hurting him.
So I concentrate on tormenting the brat's feet instead, caning, scratching, biting and tickling the sensitive soles. Meanwhile, big Colin deposits a load of cream right in the boy's terrified face, before rubbing it in with his thick cock. And no matter how much Corey screws up his face, he can't escape the slimy cum in his eyes, nose and mouth.
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Interview with Corey In his interview, Corey described himself as sexually adventurous. We bet he never realised at the time just how adventurous he'd be in the name of money! |
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Drunk and aroused by our slave's forced fuckshow, the guests have stripped off and shoved Darren to the floor to forcibly take their pleasures. Giving him no choice but to obey, we push his mouth down on each cock in turn, forcing him to give oral to these pervy strangers, passing him around like a piece of meat.
There's no respite for the humiliated, exhausted straight boy as he's shoved this way and that, sucking each cock in turn, before being forced down onto the floor on his hands and knees for Reuben to stick his throbbing cock in his arse. Spitroasted with first Colin and then our burly, tattooed guest, Darren's helpless body sags in misery as he endures the endless nightmare of rock hard pricks thrust deep into every orifice.
Slammed back and forth between us, Darren only gets a few seconds to breathe in between each new cock filling up his gob - even our mate Hans gets a turn, the rest of us wanking over the sight of the beautiful young slave degraded by being forced to serve the lecherous old man.
Darren's ordeal has turned us all on so much that we each greedily grab at his handsome face, in order to empty our aching balls. It seems like the cum will flow forever as we shoot load after load on the straight lad's disgusted, cringing face. But sadly for Darren, our after dinner entertainment is only just beginning...
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I've been hanging out at this gym for a day or so, checking out each and every guy as they go about their exercise regimes. But none are fitter than the handsome personal trainer Todd, who I have been following round the weights area all evening.
As Todd does pushups and squats, he doesn't seem put off by my staring. In fact, the vain straight bastard probably likes the attention - and business - he gets from other men, envious of his Adonis-like body.
When I compliment Todd on how buff he is, the gullible fucker is soon offering me a personal session after closing time. Just him and I, alone, in the locked up gym. Perfect for what I have in mind.
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If a hot straight guy like Todd is foolish enough to do a personal training session with a total stranger, alone in the gym after closing time, he deserves everything he gets. As the gullible fucker flexes his muscles showing me how to use an exercise machine, all I have to do is discreetly slip a drug into his water bottle... and wait.
Within minutes, Todd has slipped out of consciousness, his head lolling down, leaving me free to tie him tightly to the machine, his helpless sleeping limbs secured, spreading him out at my mercy. I take great delight in spitting a mouthful of cold water in his face to wake him up, bringing him to consciousness with a jolt as he takes in his bondage, my leering face, and the general vulnerability of his predicament.
Like most straight guys, Todd's first reaction is to swear. He obviously thinks this is some kind of a joke, or that I must have the wrong end of the stick about his sexuality. But as I slice off his sportswear with a sharp, cold pair of scissors, his anger gives way to fear. Off come his tight white pants, and I finally have my sadistic hands on his prized hetero cock. The more I grope it, the more off a fuss Todd makes - you'd think these straight guys didn't like being felt up by other men! I have to use one of his own stinking, sweaty socks to gag him with duct tape - finally shutting the fucker up.
Since he hated his cock and balls being toyed with so much, I decide to see how Todd reacts to a bit of torture. I apply the excrutiating clover clamps to his nipples, yanking and tugging on them harder and harder, until Todd is like putty in my hands, his body open to my whims, all rebellion gone, willing to do anything to make the pain stop. After covering his cock and balls in nasty tight pegs, I take a small flogger and proceed to whip the cunt on his most sensitive areas. Red raw nipples, cock, balls and thighs all get an equal taste of the lashes, and despite his struggling, Todd can't do a thing about it. Little does he know that it's not just torture that's on the cards for him though...
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Pre and post shoot interviews Todd considers himself sexually adventurous - so he couldn't pass up this opportunity to try something new and exciting, however scary it seems... |
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Tied in a spread eagle position, his innocent hands precariously near our bulging crotches, Corey's nightmare is only just beginning. We're going to extract our pleasure from this boy whether he likes it or not. He writhes and begs as we slap him, whip him and pinch his nipples, while demanding he strokes our stirring cocks.
As we get our dicks out and force his hands to caress both our shafts at once, Corey cringes into his gag, eyes screwed shut, flinching at every blow as he grasps at our growing meat. But the feeble effort he puts into wanking us isn't good enough. Time to fuck this boy's face.
His face now at cock level, Corey recoiles in disgust as Colin's erection nudges insistently at his lips. But even though he won't open his mouth, there's no escape. Tied down and with nowhere to run, Corey whines pathetically as I force in a metal dental gag to hold his mouth open, leaving him no choice but to submit to the huge cock about to plunge down his throat.
Colin fucks his mouth hard and fast, causing the whiny straight cunt to gag and choke like a little pig. We push his head down onto the dick as he drools everywhere, tears streaming down his face. By the time Colin pulls out of his mouth, Corey's almost unable to breathe.
Colin asks if he's going to suck it properly if he's ungagged and Corey whimpers yes, before he's swallowing all Colin's meat again, this time with strict orders to use his tongue and suck it like a whore. I enjoy a turn on the little slut's drooling mouth too, before giving him back to Colin for further training.
I notice a marked improvement in effort when I ram a finger or two up his very hairy arsehole. These straight boys always learn faster when their virgin holes are at stake...
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Since originally capturing Darren, we've played a cruel cat and mouse game with him, and we now have him back as our in-house slave for a very special dinner party, Straight Hell style. And having experienced our merciless nastiness before, Darren already knows he has no choice but to submit.
In the kitchen, we strap Darren into a painful dental gag head harness, wrenching his mouth open and pulling his head back with a rope attached to a cold steel anal hook. Cuffed, nipple clamped and balls clipped to a dining trolley, and Darren's all ready to be served up to our guests...
The men literally salivate over our fine young slave. Hands pry into his helplessly open mouth, fingers delve around his hooked arsehole and tweak the ropes of his clamped balls, before smacking his taut arse cheeks.
We sweep away the plates and glasses, and I stick a dildo to the tabletop. Darren reluctantly climbs onto the table and, on his hands and knees, obeys my orders to get the cock down his throat. Sucking it with all his might, the guests leer at him as he desperately tries to get the dildo as wet as he can, knowing it's the only lube he's going to get before we force it up his arse.
The inevitable moment arrives. I order Darren to sit on the cock, and he shamefully lowers himself onto it, grunting and screaming in pain as he remembers just how agonising it is having his straight arse stretched open by a thick, hard cock. The horny guests look on as the sweating, trembling straight boy squats up and down on the dildo, his eyes averted, his face contorted in pain.
Our mates taunt him as they watch the awkward, unwilling display, this unhappy heterosexual impaled on a plastic cock. Paul, a sadistic fucker, even reaches out and viciously twists Darren's nipple, before spitting a mouthful of wine right in his face. The horny men are getting worked up, but the party games are only just beginning...
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Heterosexual weddings are abhorrent enough but at least I don't have to pay for the wretched affairs. That was until I met the fraudsters Ed and Pierce. The pair have embezzled our money to pay for Pierce's ridiculous nuptials but now we've caught up with them.
If you think the torture, humiliation and forced sex we've meted out to them so far have come anywhere close to repaying us you can think again. Here we have tied the pair of hetero-morons to a cage so their tight little holes and cocks & balls are fully exposed to our every whim.
Over the course of this film we systematically assault them. Nipples are tortured and their anuses violated. Cunningly we use cord to link Ed's toes to vicious clamps attached his best pal's scrotum. So Pierce doesn't feel hard done by we also clip Ed's tender foreskin tight shut and attach it to Pierce's toes. The 2 lads now have control over the other 's pain. Mind you we make it a little harder for them with a bout of relentless tickling.
Flogging, big vibrators on sticks shoved up their arses, clothes pegs on their nads, it all adds to the fun. Our fun that is, not theirs. I bet they're almost pleased when we stop torturing them for a little while and instead teach them how to deep throat our cocks. Though you wouldn't guess from their ungrateful retching.
Aware of how uncomfortable those clamps must be on the poor boys' genitals we order each hapless idiot to yank them off the other. I'm sure I detect a little smile on Ed's face when he, after some excruciating moments, eventually pulls a nasty clip off Pierce's tormented scrote. Pierce gets his own back though, almost ripping the skin of Ed's penis in the process.
Their relief when all the clamps and clips have been removed is short lived however. A fragrant shower of their masters' urine is all we can offer to cool their pained bodies. The two lads also find out that Stan isn't just a stallion when he's fucking dumb straight boys. He can also piss like one! All over our 2 reluctant naked bottoms.
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Pre-shoot interview Post-shoot interview Our new models Pierce and Ed are nervous as hell about being filmed in man on man action today - not only is it their first time doing anything with men... it's also their first time doing 'real' S&M. |
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Reuben's girlfriend has dragged him all over town today, emptying his wallet as she demands more and more clothes, shoes and jewellery. But when Reuben, eager to get home for a well earned shag, moves in for a snog, his pricktease girlfriend extricates herself and flounces off, tossing her hair. No sex for him tonight.
I've watched the whole thing with amusement, and I sidle over to the handsome stranger. I've been keeping an eye out for victims, but Reuben, seething with sexual frustration and fury, will be the perfect sidekick. When I tell him guys are ripe for the taking, with tight arses to beat and fuck, he catches on immediately.
I point out a cute young guy, all alone, who is obviously lost - his hesitation and smooth, innocent skin make him appear a deliciously vulnerable target...
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We drag the kicking and screaming Corey into my underground den, throwing him down on the filthy floor. Reuben deftly binds his wrists while I restrain the little bugger, my brute strength easily overpowering his pathetic struggles. Soon, we've got him spread out and vulnerable, the defiant look in his eyes rapidly being replaced with one of fear as my fingers move closer to his crotch and Reuben produces a pair of scissors.
A few slashes later, and Corey's uniform is in shreds on the ground. I have free range of his lithe naked body, and I run my hands lecherously all over his smooth chest and arse, feeling his firm young muscles tense with terror.
After enjoying a good grope of his heavy cock and balls, I pinch and twist his small pink nipples, getting them nice and sensitive before Reuben applies a pair of vicious nipple clamps. These come in handy for stringing the straight boy to the wall, at our mercy and in ever increasing amounts of pain.
We pick up a pair of floggers and lay into the screaming lad. Each blow makes him yell more desperately, especially when our whips hit his tender clamped up nipples. With every cry making our cocks increasingly hard, we decide Corey should really have something to cry about. I clamp his nuts up and yank them taut so Reuben has free access to flog every inch of his cock.
As Corey's moans of pain reach fever pitch, we stop hitting him, and draw him close. Reuben leans in to give him a kiss. Corey's reaction of disgusted horror betrays him. For a straight lad like this one, this enforced intimacy is the worst torture of all. And we've only just got started...
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Beating and humilating straight lads usually knocks some of the fight out of them... for the real fun of forcing our hard dicks into their resistant mouths and arses. But Alec is still shouting and struggling as we drag him into the bathroom for yet more violation.
To shut the little cunt up, and make him behave, we repeatedly plunge his head underwater, into a cold, muddy tub left behind by the rugby players. Forced to choose between drowning, and begging to lick Stan's arsehole, Alec, desperately gasping for breath, finally begins rimming Stan as I shove his reluctant head deep into the hairy crack.
We pass the boy around like a toy - after he's licked out Stan's hole, we grab his head and ram my cock deep into his throat. I facefuck him hard and fast, making his convulsing throat pleasure every inch of my rampant dick.
But despite his subjugation, Alec is still trying to escape his fate. So Stan and I put our most painful clamps on his nipples and nuts, thread them through the bathtub handles, and yank them tight, immediately forcing Alec into a cruel bent over position where his mouth and arse are at our mercy. We plough our erect cocks into the squirming rugby player at both ends, slamming into his tight, hot holes.
As we spitroast him, we jerk the clamps attached to his most tender areas, laughing cruelly at his total degradation. By the time we shoot hot spunk into his hole and over his face, Alec has finally given up fighting.
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Post shoot interview Alec may not have enjoyed his experience with Straight Hell, but he took the torments like a good sport, despite his dislike of the taste of cock. He was certainly a good sport about all we put him through, and and looks forward to spending the cash he earnt! |
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