Gagged, hooded, tied up, stripped, groped, anally fingerfed, cock mauled, spat on, facefucked...

As soon as we have Tony bound and gagged, we slap a hood over his head and I pin him down while Terry drives. As the van speeds along, I grope every inch of Tony's hard straight body, mauling his cock and nipples and spreading his arse wide to reveal his hairy, sweaty crack.

Tied down, flogged, spread open and spanked on the hole, whipped and paddled HARD...

Now we have our sturdy trucker totally bound, naked and helpless. Tony's determined not to show his fear, and remains in an sullen silence. He's in a remote warehouse with two brutal strangers and a frightening array of implements in front of him - the last thing he wants is to make us angry.

Ponyboy training, made to jump and prance, whipped, run to sweaty exhaustion, ridden piggyback, head held under water...

It makes my dick stiff seeing a muscular guy dripping with sweat, totally under my control. I like to watch their chests heaving as they gasp for air, and order them to work harder and harder.

Spread open and fingered, made to blow Stan, pinned down and fucked by both of us, and covered in cum...

Exhausted from the hard exercise, and chained to a filthy bed, Tony has hardly any fight left in him. Stan wrenches open his mouth and impales his face on his rock hard prick while I delve into the miserable straight boy's sweaty, hairy arse crack. His hetero manpussy is still so tight I have to use all my strength to cram in a second finger alongside the first, before ramming them in and out faster and faster, opening his dirty boyhole up before I use it.