Young bondage pup Marshall has no idea what a kinky fuck his new master, Seamus, really is. Seamus has himself a new boy, a sexy little black kid name Trey, and he thinks it’s time for his two boy-toys to become one. He brings Trey in, conveniently harnessed across his well-developed chest. Next, lovely, lean Marshall is tied to the display post. Trey is so dumb he just sits there, not quite sure what will happen next. But Seamus knows. He ties the dumb little black virgin right in front of Marshall’s throbbing cock. A quick yank of the red rope and Trey’s face is smashed against Marshall’s skin-tight bikini briefs, that cock now just about to burst from its package. “Suck it!” Seamus bellows, grabbing the back of Trey’s head and forcing the black boy’s mouth onto the white boy’s cock. What a tasty treat.

Master Seamus places the steel stool over black boy Trey and then bends his little bondage pup, Marshall, over it, tying the white boy securely at his wrists and knees. The fact that Marshall is wearing nothing but assless briefs and that his tight, hairless butt is right in Trey’s face should give you a good hint of what will happen next. Seamus grabs Trey by the scruff of his neck and shoves his face right into Marshall’s crack. “Lick it!” Seamus demands, shoving the black boy’s mouth deeper into Marshall’s ass. With his wrists cuffed behind his back, Trey flexes his strong abs, still covered with Marshall’s cum, to hold his body upright. Whenever he stops licking and tries coming up for air, Seamus shoves his face back deeper into Marshall’s hole. “Eat it!” he demands. Soon Marshall in groaning and moaning enthralled by this very new experience of having his tight, pink asshole rimmed by a natural ass-eater.

Rope man Seamus is such a lucky guy, having not one but two hot boys to tie up. He dresses both in tiny bikini breifs – Marshall in see-throughs, Trey in camos. Then he ropes their muscular arms together at the wrists and just above the elbows. Now it’s time for some fun! He pushes the bound-together boys down on the bed and lets them flop around, struggling and straining against each others bodies as they both try to ease the discomfort of the tight ropes. Of course, Seamus isn’t satisfied, so he binds the boys’ ankles together, making each a living X-cross for the other. White boy Marshall looks especially good, on his back and spread-eagled against the larger, stronger, black boy. We get plenty of studly Trey on display, too. Why choose between chocolate and vanilla, when you can have both?