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It's a slow night at the bar and cute bartender Connor Patricks only has one patron to serve, the handsome Dirk Caber. It's Dirk's first time in Vegas and he's not opposed to making a couple bets. Once Dirk convinces Connor to play a round of strip pool, Dirk knows he's in for a fun night in the City of Sin! Dirk easily sinks his balls, costing Connor his shirt and belt. When it comes time to take off his pants, Connor tries to back out. But Dirk isn't having it. He manhandles Connor, ignoring his protests, and feels him up, not in the least bit surprised to find that Connor has a huge boner. Dirk puts Connor in a blindfold, collar, and cuffs. Connor struggles, blind and bound, against Dirk's hard body, but he's no match for the older man. Dirk bends Connor over the pool table and gives him a good spanking. Connor continues to struggle as Dirk brings out the zapper and zaps Connor all over his tender ass. Connor is a tough pain slut and Dirk enjoys watching him struggle. When Dirk moves to zap Connor's tongue, Connor gives in and calls Dirk what he's been secretly wanting to all night - Daddy. Dirk grins and rewards Connor with his fat cock. Next Connor is bound laying on the floor of his own bar. Dirk loves beating his boy, and flogs Connor all over his butt and back. Dirk eats Connor's ass as Connor struggles in bondage. Dirk sucks Connor's cock too, before fucking Connor's face. Finally, Connor is covered with weighted clamps. Dirk fucks his boy hard as Connor sits astride him. Connor begs for a good hard pounding from his Daddy's dick, and Dirk gives it to him. Once Connor is lost in pleasure, Dirk starts removing the clamps. Connor yells in pain as they come off and Dirk plays with the red sensitive skin now absent of clamps. Then Dirk bends Connor over the pool table for a good hard final fucking. Connor loves being rammed by his Daddy's big hard cock. When Dirk is ready to come, he pushes Connor to the floor and jerks off all over Connor's face. Connor eagerly cleans off his Daddy's cock. Connor's own balls are full of come and he shoots his fat load as his Daddy jerks him off.
Conor Patricks is no stranger to pushing his limits here with KinkMen, so naturally, his next obstacle is the 30 Minutes of Torment challenge. He begins in the chair as heavy fists pound against his chest, tenderizing them for the weighted clover clamps to painfully bite down. He screams in agony once the clamps are removed, but Connor only begs for more. In the pit, his head locked in a one-way mirrored box. The only thing that Connor can see is his own face screaming back at him as he's mercilessly flogged from all angles. Finally, the Ass-Station awaits Connor, his muscular ass bound and propped up in a pile-driver for the fucksaw to have full access. A zipper of clothespins decorate down Connor's thighs as the machine pounds away full-blast. Once the zipper is ripped from his flesh, Connor's final challenge is to blow his thick load as the cum drains from his aching balls.
Connor Patricks, Trenton Ducati, Griffin Barrows, Ryan Rose, Rod Peterson
It's been a busy week of recruitment for the members of 'Urban Spokes', an elite club of San Francisco's hottest gay cyclists. Three new recruits arrive for initiation into the club at the hands of intimidating club leaders Trenton Ducati and Ryan Rose. Whoever performs best gets the chip that signifies membership into the club. Stripping off their clothes, Connor Patricks, Rod Peterson, and Griffin Barrows present themselves to the whims of Ryan and Trenton. Rod makes out with Ryan, then lowers himself to the ground to suck Ryan's cock. Griffin and Connor tag team Trenton's hefty cock, taking turns with oral service. Trenton's abs flex as his hips thrust his cock forward. Rod switches with Griffin, and Ryan grabs the back of Griffin's head guiding it deeper and deeper onto Ryan's hard cock. Taking things up a notch, Griffin jumps up on a table, opens his mouth, and swallows Ryan's cock upside down. Trenton spreads Griffin's legs and buries his face in the tight, pink center. As Ryan and Connor suck Griffin's cock, Trenton and Rod take turns rimming Griffin's hole. Ryan sucks both of Griffin's low-hanging balls into his mouth as Rod and Connor press their tongues deep into Griffin's ass. With Griffin's hole totally wet and slick, Trenton thrusts inside with his big, girthy cock. Griffin moans as Trenton's intense pumping stretches his hole wide and deep. Ryan holds Griffin's feet high in the air, pressing his cock and balls against Griffin's face at the same time. When Ryan's ready to take a turn, Griffin gets on his hands and knees, and Ryan unleashes a brutal doggy-style pounding that has Griffin screaming for more! Ryan's big balls slap against Griffin's ass with each powerful thrust. Rolling onto his back, Griffin lifts his legs in the air again for Trenton's pummeling cock. Ryan strokes his cock as he kneels over Griffin's face. Connor is the first to cum, shooting his cum stream across Griffin's torso. Rod busts his nut on Griffin's pecs, and Ryan lets loose with a massive burst that falls across Griffin's lips. With Trenton still inside him, Griffin dumps his hot load onto his stomach. Pulling out, Trenton strokes out a thick load that drenches Griffin's cock and balls. As Griffin lays back, covered with four loads, Trenton throws the chip on his chest: 'Welcome to the fucking club!'
In downtown San Francisco, JJ Knight pedals away from the business school when he nearly collides with Connor Patricks. Luckily, Connor only has a few scrapes, and JJ invites Connor back to his place to clean up. Once inside, they take thing to the next level. JJ pulls Connor close for a kiss, which sets off an instant chain reaction. Their clothes come off, Connor drops to the floor, and JJ pushes his gargantuan member down Connor's throat. After rubbing their cocks together, JJ eats Connor's ass, using his tongue and his fingers to push spit directly into Connor's tight, pink hole. With Connor in doggy style position on the couch, JJ presses the head of his cock between Connor's ass cheeks. Once he's all the way inside, he starts picking up speed, stretching Connor's hole wide with intense thrusting. In one fluid motion, JJ picks Connor up and spins around, landing in a seated position on the couch with his cock still inside Connor's ass. Connor shows off his powerful legs, using them to lift himself up and down while riding JJ's megacock. With his rod filling Connor's hole, JJ reaches around with his right hand and strokes Connor off, causing him to shoot a massive load. JJ works his cock until his cum explodes all over his chest. As they lay together on the couch, JJ tells Connor to check out 'Urban Spokes', a club full of hot gay cyclists who like to ride bikes and ride each other.
Two of our most successful wrestlers finally go head-to-head: Doug Acre vs. Connor Patricks. At the first whistle, Doug immediately leverages his unbeatable legwork to slam Connor into the mat and lock in some punishing holds. Connor meets Doug's challenge with some clever locks of his own, taking advantage of his opponent's cocksure attitude. With raging boners, the wrestlers give it their all as they grip tight onto each other hard bodies and cocks in the second round. The winner celebrates with a victory lap, pulling his opponent onto his shoulder and giving the loser a firm spanking. The loser drops to the floor and starts worshipping winner cock and ass. Ready to fuck his way to glory, the winner plows into the loser's sorry hole until his ready to glaze his pitiful mouth with hot cum. He sits on the loser's face as he milks a load from the chump and gives him a final, punishing torment on his sensitive cockhead.
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