
Straight Bros - Chapter 9
Straight Bros - Chapter 9
Joseph & Hunter
Pretty-boy Joseph spends the night chained in the dungeon, naked, sleeping on an inclined X-cross, hanging from his wrists, his ankles spread and cuffed to the base of the cross. His morning alarm is a whip-blow to his abs. “What the fuck!” the young stud blurts out, remembering where he is. His twink “friend” Hunter flogs him, delivering blow after blow to his chest, stomach and thighs. Hunter is more confident now, making Joseph’s long, lean body jump and flex with each blow. Joe is stoic at first. The whipping clearly hurts but he absorbs the blows. Then a mist of alcohol hits his fresh wounds, taking him to a whole new level of pain. Harder whipping, clothespins to his nipples and balls, more whipping and more alcohol follow. Finally, Hunter throws a hood over Joe’s head and leaves him to suffer alone.
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Top-man Kevin Ford captures two straight buds, strings them up, strips them naked and lures them into a psychological game of wits that will turn them against one another, making one friend torture and fuck the other, first unwillingly but then with relish, as both boys become his sex slaves.
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Kevin Ford has given himself a very special birthday present: Two hot, young, straight men, Joseph and Hunter, a pair of typical “bros” who hangout and cruise for women together. Now they are strung-up together in Kevin’s dungeon. Both are 21-year-old pretty boys, in that way modern straight guys are: They “man-scape,” wear jewelry and spend money on their hair. Joseph, the lean, athletic one, is a total heartbreaker and more than a little vain, experimenting with “frosted tips” as a way to standout even more. Hunter, much smarter but not quite as pretty, resents being Joe’s wingman, getting his castaways, always in his shadow. Kevin knows this and uses it. He is not only going to turn these boys into his sex slaves, he’s going to enjoy watching Hunter do the same to Joe.
Daddy Kevin continues to enjoy his birthday present – two fine, young cocks attached to two fine, young boys. But it’s time for some psychological fun. Kevin attaches a special device he made himself to Hunter’s neck: A steel collar electrified by a high-voltage battery connected to a remote-control. “Now I want you to do to him what I just did to you!” Kevin tells Hunter, releasing him from his cuffs and zapping him with the electric collar several times to make sure he understands. Hunter whips his gagged, naked friend reluctantly then throws down the flogger, only to get zapped again. But it’s all an act. We can see the pleasure on Hunter’s face as he flogs his athletic bro harder and harder. Hunter quickly follows Kevin’s command to re-cuff Joseph’s wrists above his head so the pretty boy can be hoisted-up on his toes and whipped even harder. Joseph’s boyish cries of agony are almost as pleasing as watching his lean body writhe. Daddy Kevin, stroking his huge cock, couldn’t be happier – especially when Hunter whips Joe's cock.
Young jock Joseph hangs from his wrists in the dungeon, naked, his best friend, Hunter, kneeling in front of him, working his cock with his hands. “Why are you doing this to us?” Joseph asks the older, naked man sitting not far away, stroking his cock as he watches one bro get the other hard. “Suck on it!” Daddy Kevin demands, zapping Hunter with the high-voltage battery attached to a steel collar around his neck. But Hunter needs no coaxing. He loves seeing his beautiful friend humiliated and treated like a piece of meat. He loves sucking his cock – having an excuse to turn him into nothing but a sex-object. Hunter gets his bud hard but gags on the big cock, too inexperienced to make him cum, but Daddy Kevin doesn’t mind. His huge cock swells – and is about to get harder. He bends Joseph over a fuck-bench and forces Hunter to whip him. And soon he’ll force Hunter to fuck him.
Hunter barely needs any prodding anymore. He beats his buddy’s firm, round ass with a leather spanker then with his open hand as Daddy Kevin leans back in his chair, working his hard cock, enjoying every moment. “Now fuck him!” Kevin demands, handing Hunter a bottle of lube. Hunter pauses only briefly and then, to Joseph’s horror, gets his dick hard and shoves it in. The helpless boy moans in agony as his tight, young ass is fucked long and hard. “I’m going to cum!” Hunter announces. “Cum on his face!” Kevin orders. Hunter pulls out his engorged cock and moves to Joseph’s head. A minute later the young stud’s face is coated with jizz. He is now officially a fuck-slave, a piece of meat to be used and abused
Hunter barely needs any prodding anymore. He beats his buddy’s firm, round ass with a leather spanker then with his open hand as Daddy Kevin leans back in his chair, working his hard cock, enjoying every moment. “Now fuck him!” Kevin demands, handing Hunter a bottle of lube. Hunter pauses only briefly and then, to Joseph’s horror, gets his dick hard and shoves it in. The helpless boy moans in agony as his tight, young ass is fucked long and hard. “I’m going to cum!” Hunter announces. “Cum on his face!” Kevin orders. Hunter pulls out his engorged cock and moves to Joseph’s head. A minute later the young stud’s face is coated with jizz. He is now officially a fuck-slave, a piece of meat to be used and abused
Joseph, 21, has a smooth body with just the right amount of muscle, the face of a movie-star and a round, tight ass. His best friend, Hunter, has been his “wingman” since they were kids, but, unbeknownst to Joseph, Hunter has secretly wanted to fuck him for years while also resenting him, for always getting the girl, for his good looks and easy charm. Hunter loves running his hands over Joe’s naked, muscular body as he squirms and resists, bound face-down to an inclined table. “Come on, man!” Joe says, totally confused, since the old guy and his electric-collar are nowhere to be seen. Then the whip comes crashing down on his ass – with more confidence and vigor. “Fuck!” Joe bellows, as the whipping continues. “And now I’m going to fuck you,” Hunter announces, showing his bud a dildo mounted to a powerful machine. The look of terror on Joe’s face is priceless.
Straight-bro Joe is prone on the inclined bondage table, his lean body glistening with sweat, an eight-inch dildo, mounted to a fuck-machine, rammed half-way up his ass. His buddy, Hunter, stands next to the table, naked, working his cock, smiling down on his young fuck-slave. “Why?” Joseph begs. “Because I feel like it,” Hunter replies, bending over and switching-on the fuck-machine. “Ugggg!” Joseph moans as the machine fucks his virginal boy-hole. Then Hunter doubles the speed. Joseph’s whole body shudders from the non-stop fucking. Hunter pushes the dildo even deeper in his bud’s ass, all the while working his cock, his lust ready to explode. And, sure enough, he busts a huge load of cum all over Joe’s firm, round ass, then fondles and spanks those creamy, hard cheeks.
Sleek, young Joseph, now blindfolded, has been flipped over onto his back. His naked body is stretched on the inclined table; his top ribs and pecs are red from spending hours face-down on the table while being rhythmically fucked by the fuck-machine. “You are going to cum for me now!” Hunter announces as he enters the room and cranks Joseph a little tighter on the table. Hunter, who has dreamt of this moment for years, immediately puts his lips on Joseph’s cock. The straight boy moans and squirms, breathing heavy, fearful and disgusted by his “friend.” Hunter sucks the stud’s cock like an old pro, but straight-boy Joe only gets semi-hard. Joseph tries desperately to cum for Hunter, hoping against hope that busting a load will be his ticket home, but he just can’t do it. Instead, Hunter keeps his boy hard, enjoying his dick too much to care if he actually cums – then whips him brutally for failing to do so.
Pretty-boy Joseph spends the night chained in the dungeon, naked, sleeping on an inclined X-cross, hanging from his wrists, his ankles spread and cuffed to the base of the cross. His morning alarm is a whip-blow to his abs. “What the fuck!” the young stud blurts out, remembering where he is. His twink “friend” Hunter flogs him, delivering blow after blow to his chest, stomach and thighs. Hunter is more confident now, making Joseph’s long, lean body jump and flex with each blow. Joe is stoic at first. The whipping clearly hurts but he absorbs the blows. Then a mist of alcohol hits his fresh wounds, taking him to a whole new level of pain. Harder whipping, clothespins to his nipples and balls, more whipping and more alcohol follow. Finally, Hunter throws a hood over Joe’s head and leaves him to suffer alone.