As the night continues at The Detour the Rafael, Jorge and DJ explore the sex club in the lower level. New experiences, new dangers and another breeding or two are only some of the things that awaits them.
Billy is on his trip but he gave clear instruction and permissions to his best friends Rafael and Jorge that they are to keep DJ busy and well bred in his absence. DJ is a little resistant to having any fun without Billy there with him, but that soon changes with sexual advances from Jorge and the temptation to visit a new hot exclusive dance/sex club called the Detour.
As Billy and DJ's sexcapades continue, this time they get a little more than they have bargained for. Is DJ's incestuous love for his brother Billy enough to save Billy? Or will it destroy the both of them in the process. Is their brotherly bond strong enough to withstand the ordeal that is about to unfold...
While you're there, clear your identity, your memories, everything that makes you and relax. Becomes a body, just a body, as in an uterus, an overcrowded uterus where multi-twin is required.
Accept this regression. You are hearing, touch and smell. The taste will come, but in a second step.
It was time, in just a few days I had become more and more comfortable in my submissive role. I was now accustomed to thinking of him as a better man who I must obey. Master John had told me of the club he belonged to where slaves and Master's met in a comfortable, luxurious setting.
This story is my first experience in a gay sex club in belgium. This story concludes some young/old hot moments. It was also quite stressfull so that aspect is described as well.
Seth is on the prowl and ready to blow off some steam at a local sex arcade. This past weekend, the guy he’s been casually seeing for a while told him “I love you” while earlier tonight that same guy told him that he got married to his sweetheart earlier in the day. Seth has never been the pick of the litter, but for two horny truckers (and several others) he might just fit the bill. What better way to get over that someone than to get ...
The year is 1991, the hunting grounds of an elusive duo are those of smoke-filled, sultry nightclubs.
It's another hot evening, and morbid tendencies are in full swing. Although tonight, the circumstances are highly distorted resulting in something—well, unusual.
A white boy wanders into a black bar, and what's the punchline? He gets fucked of course! Mitchell Duvall is eager to have his white ass plowed by a big black dick, and Tariq Taylor is more than happy to slide his thick ebony inches inside. Unbeknownst to either of them, a familiar figure enjoys watching them put in the work.
It was Wednesday again, and I was driving towards a building that sat in a newly gentrified area of the city. I never would have guessed that this is how my life would have turned out due to one of my hook-ups slipping me a card with the words, You Choose, with an embossed male ass in the middle on one side and a phone number on the other. I wasn’t sure what to think about it.
We got to a room that looked like a dungeon. It had a St. Andrews Cross, stocks, a sling, a fuck bench, jail cell and a Gynecologists examination table. It was quite impressive. They put me into the stocks and took off my clothes.
The Bunker is a gay cruising spot in Paris. Very seedy with booths, gloryholes, slings, labyrinth,and fisting areas. I had been there many times when living in Europe.