In life, you have to work for what you want. The same rule applies when it comes to sex. You want cock? Beg for it. Get on your knees and crawl, mother fucker. Because sometimes, that’s the only way to get that dick. Clad in his leather gear, desperately craves Rex Hunter’s throbbing shaft up his ass, Dusty does just that. He crawls. Right between Rex’s legs. The silver daddy lets Dusty suck him but he’s gotta work for that meat. But Dusty doesn’t mind. He’s a cock whore from the word GO!, with a thing for big-dicked silver foxes who know how to put sub bottoms in their place. After sucking Rex, then getting rimmed, Dusty gives it up for a balls deep bareback fuck, that leaves them both breathless, coated in copious amounts of the thick and creamy gooey stuff.
Hank Aarons and Sean Knight wanted to play together, so we set them up in a dark space with some fetish gear and let them direct themselves. Immediately, bearded and furry Sean went for the blindfold and just waited for Sean to appear. When he did, the beefy fucker suited up and set free his inhibitions. Normally a sweet, fun-loving guy, Hank turned into a sexual dynamo, unleashing pent-up emotions onto Sean and using the bottom hunk as his personal whore. Not that Sean minded. On the contrary. With Hank taking charge of his hairy ass and bareback fucking his hungry hole, all Sean could do was buckle up because it was definitely one hell of a bumpy ride, with Hank spraying his seed all over Sean’s hot ass!
The only thing hotter than a muscle car is a hot, take-charge, muscle bear daddy driving that muscle car. And no known fits the bill like Marc Angelo. Driving and cruising for trouble during the desert twilight, the tattooed bearded daddy comes across Atlas Grant, hitchhiking by the side of the road. Dressed in Daisy Duke cut-offs and hot to trot in his own leather harness, Marc instinctively knows this hairy mother fucker is about to be his slave. Atlas just doesn’t know it yet. But it won’t take much. Already aroused by the sports car and even more excited by getting it on with Marc, bearded Atlas is laid out on a long dinner table, where Marc gorges himself on the hunky side of beef. After feeding him uncut cock, Marc plays with his “food” fingering Atlas then bareback fucking him with nothing but spit for lube. Except that amazing, bubblicious ass — beautifully framed by a well-fitting jockstrap — is far too tight. Marc needs more lube. He fucks Atlas’s face, his cock already coated with spit and ass juice, then goes back to raw dogging his new slave, marking his territory with a good seeding, which only turns on Atlas so much he immediately unleashes a cummy mess of his own.
Their feast is over but Angel Ferrari and Brian Bonds are still hungry for something more than just food. After all, once your hunger is sated, you become aware of other cravings. With their physical needs in high gear, these two hunky sex soldiers get down to business putting together a sling. Beefy and scruffy Angel leans back to test it out and Brian immediately dives for the Latino’s hole. Brian then works Angel’s cock, swallowing it to the balls and savoring even his scent, which only makes Brian harder. In fact, we’ve never seen his cock this hard, this big, or this thick before. That’s how much Angel fuels his desire. After a good cock sucking, Angel drops to his knees to return the favor but soon ends up burying his face in Brian’s ass, his tongue in Brian’s hole. Angel preps Brian with a good tongue fuck, rimming his eager ass before sliding his raw cock inside to bareback fuck the pig whore. What follows is a power struggle, despite the fact that Brian is the one getting fucked, despite the fact that he’s the one that collects Angel’s seed. Which begs the question. When a top fucks a bottom, who’s the one really in charge?
Fast and furious sex is wonderful because the focus is on getting off. Then there are times when you need to deny that gratification, when sex calls for control, delaying the inevitable for as long as possible. As long as there is order…passion. And there is no one we know who fits the bill more than Marc Angelo. The man is all about order and passion. In fact, the tattooed muscle hunk is sex personified. A walking, living, breathing entity with much brooding sensuality and deep seated, dark sexual desires. Decked out in leather gear, the bearded Daddy puts Dusty Williams through his paces, feeding him drink, cock, and filling his hole with seed after bareback fucking the slave. This is raw passion, steamy with desire, teeming with intensity.
Sometimes you want things you probably shouldn’t have, things that will cost in some fashion. We don’t mean financially. We’re talking about the emotional toll exacted on your soul when you finally get what you want and it turns out to be different than how you imagined. Not better, not worse. Just…different. Take Mason Lear as an example. He’s wanted Angel Ferrari for a while now. And let’s face it, Angel is the complete package, not only for Mason. Angel is tall, dark, and handsome, with a brooding sensuality and a big cock. And he’s quiet. There’s just something about that kind of man that makes some quiver with excitement and gets them wet. When Mason finally got what he wanted he knew he was in for more than just a touchy-feely sort of fuck. Angel crawled into Mason’s mind, pushing out all thought of camera and crew. Instead, Angel connected with Mason’s holes, using them as if they were nothing more than toys to bring him pleasure. From fucking Mason’s throat and slapping those big floppy balls in Mason’s face, to dumping his seed inside Mason’s fuck hole. Is it any wonder he fantasized about what kissing Angel might be like? Or to be allowed to jerk himself off during, and not just after Angel had come? Yes, Angel got a cum facial and ate most of Mason’s load but there’s just something alluring about catching that elusive selfish lover that brings out the unworthy whore in many of us. Ummm…hello? Angel? Are you there? Damn. Here we go again, sniffing around after some hot sweaty guy with a big cock to use us for his — and his only — pleasure. Turns out Angel has his own sexual demons to wrestle. Oh, heart be still!
Only one thing we know of is as satisfying as food. Sex. Of course, you can be a glutton and combine the two but it gets messy as you combine the juices and savor the flavors. Right there on their kitchen table, Marc Angelo climbs up on all fours, an apple shoved in his mouth. He’s about to be the pig at the feast — the swine! — served and eaten by Sean Knight, an even bigger pig. Sean plays with his food first, then enjoys the buffet Marc has served up…mouth watering cock…the texture of eating hole…the savoriness of sweat as it trickles down their bodies. It’s a smorgasbord of fetish sex, as Sean bareback fucks the tattooed muscle bear with gusto, complete with a generous cum glaze. If life is a banquet then a sub bottom muscle bear like Marc is a feast fit for a King…or his Master.
Although there are some who do not understand the leather fetish, nor the desire to be fucked by a leather daddy with a big dick, there are many who crave the experience, wanting to get off after being mounted and pounded. But very few know that sex with a leather daddy is less about shooting a load than it is about being dominated. Used. At times even humiliated. It’s about more than just a physical fuck. It’s about the mind fuck that comes with the sexual degradation and unleashing your inner submissive. All for the love, lust and attention of a possessive top who knows where you belong. Leather Daddy Steve Sommers, dressed in full regalia, understands the psychological, physical, and even spiritual thrill of being taken and owned for the satisfaction of another. He takes ownership of John Pucker, stuffing his holes, and eventually, marking his territory by breeding John’s hole after bareback fucking the property. Now…on your knees, boy. I don’t care if your knees hurt. I don’t care what you think. Just get on the fucking floor and service Master’s cock. NOW!
In a seedy, private sex club in an industrial park, Chip Young sits in a cage, awaiting a man and his bone, like a bitch in heat. Bearded Avi Strider saunters in, takes one look at the beefy bottom whore in the man-sized crate and knows straight away…Chip needs a bone. A hard bone. One made of flesh. A bone he can lick and savor. Avi whips his dick out, offering puppy Chip something to slobber and drool over. And although Avi might return the favor — after all, even a sub cur must get a treat once in a while — the swarthy dog handler slathers a mouthful of spit all over Chip’s ass, rimming his hungry hole and priming it for a good mount and then a ruff bareback fuck. Woof!
Unlike the days gone by of pre-online cruising, modern day technology provides different opportunities for men to meet, hook-up and get it on. Like hairy muscled hunk Atlas Grant, on his phone, looking for a big bearded hung fucker like Aiden Storm. Aiden, who loves everything Atlas has in his profile, is just the tattooed bad boy to put Atlas in his place. On his knees, face fucking him with that fat dick, balls swaying back and forth to slap Atlas on the chin. Then bent over a sling, bareback fucking that sweet, tight ass and getting sweaty as they build towards climax, fucking rough and hard.
Quiet and unassuming, Alegzi Cage is the type of guy we’ve all seen, maybe looked at twice because he was so damn cute, and taken home to be fucked. He might not be your typical muscle hunk but what he is, is the type of man who knows what he’s doing. He’s not just adorable with that sweet, bearded face. According to Aries Steele, Alegzi is one hell of a fuck. Maybe he tries harder. Or maybe Alegzi enjoys the sensation of a pair of hot lips wrapped around the base of his cock. Or maybe he just knows how to fuck, applying pressure and putting on the heat as he sticks that thick uncut tool inside and stretches that hole open. Whatever it is that Alegzi has — which is plenty between his unquenchable thirst for leather and fetish, and that fat, uncut cock — there’s no doubt he knows how to make a bottom like bearded Aries happy, bareback fucking the otter pig in a sling, with the stamina of the energizer bunny, until they each blow their loads.
You know how sometimes you just need to get off in the worst way possible? Like if you don’t get off you’re going to explode. Take Kosher Pig and Topher Michels as an example. The two pigs need to fuck and they need to fuck quick. Kosher likes cock. No, wait. That’s not right. He freakin’ LOVES cock! Why else would he drop to his knees so quick? He all but inhales Topher’s fat dick like it’s a drug, snarfing it down to the balls before giving up his hairy, meaty ass. Bearded Kosher, in jockstrap, knee-hi socks, boots and chain harness, looks the part of the pig and that’s because he is. Anything you want, any hole you wanna plug, as long as the cock is raw. Topher, clad in a leather harness and wearing a cockring, goes the distance. He bangs the hell out of Kosher in a sling, bareback, then all over that shadowy dungeon, eventually fucking the cum out of the pig whore and sending the jizz splattering all over the floor.