Adam Kim is Jeof Pierson’s trainer. Each of these toned, slightly hairy youths harbors sexual thoughts about the other as they work out. Adam’s fantasy is that his wrists and ankles are bound behind him; he’s wearing a jockstrap while being face-fucked by Jeof’s long, hard cock. Adam closes his eyes and saliva pours down his face as he tries to swallow the meat being forced into his gullet. Jeof fantasizes that Adam is suspended naked from one of the weightlifting machines in a rope sling.
BDSM veteran Leo Forte teaches a fetish or two to Brian Bonds, whose toes are tied together and whose head is encased in red panty hose. Leo pokes a hole in them so he can stick his cock into Brian’s salivating mouth, and he grins when Brian gags and motions “enough.” It’ll be enough when Leo gets a nut, so he resumes fucking Brian’s face until the panty hose are completely shredded and he cums all over Brian’s encapsulated head. Brian may be off one hook, but Leo hasn’t finished with him. Brian’s training has one more lesson. His arms, legs and feet are lashed together.
Brian Bonds and Leo Forte recline on a sofa where Leo quaffs an energy drink. Two furry chests are now on display, one nut-brown and one pale. Brian’s job is to remove Leo’s shoes and socks, and worship his feet while at the same time using his own foot to massage Leo’s hard cock and jiggling balls. Leo responds in kind, rubbing as if he wants to crush Brian’s balls with the sole of his foot. If there’s a foot version of “ambidextrous,” Leo puts that skill to work using his other foot to fuck Brian’s ass. Five toes at once.
Tony Buff has a new selection of sounding toys to play with. Eager pup, Jesse Santana arrives and wants to play too. Tony chooses a super thick ribbed sound to start and slides it into the hole of his humongous cock. This cock hole can take some serious sounding and Tony’s just getting it warmed up, stroking away and feeling the ribbed rod massage the insides of his dick. Jesse is getting turned on by Tony’s play and he takes a sound and slides it through his urethra and his P.A. hole sliding his cock down on the rod as if it were actually piercing through his cock.
This is the ripped tattooed Derek Parker’s first Fetish Force experience. He preps himself on a black leather table playing with his cock and balls and pinching his pierced nipples. His tanned, beefy torso is covered with with bronzy-blond hair. He licks his lips and stares into the camera as he inserts a finger or two into his ass. Four sounding rods and a neatly folded white cloth are carefully arranged on a large stainless steel tray nearby, but at the moment Derek is content to stoke his fat cock with one hand and caress every muscle in his torso with the other.
Tom Wolfe is blond, he’s scruffy, and he’s the personal trainer to die for. He will reward you with wet kisses for every set of reps you complete, and if you squeeze out an extra set he will nibble your nipples. Raise the bar high over your head and he will lick your armpits. Cal Skye is a tasty brunet who is there clearly for the carnal rewards. Spit in his mouth and he’s yours. Tom’s physical encouragements make Cal want to get naked, and Tom follows suit. Pumping iron alternates with pumping cock as they put their muscles to work on tasks that pose less resistance.
Race Cooper says, “I’ve done everything [sexually] under the sun except for this” as he unbuttons the fly of his jeans to get ready. A tray of surgical steel instruments and a tub of lube lie on the table nearby; the camera rolls over the glinting metal, then transfers its attention to Race’s torso: ridged with muscle, satin-smooth and the color of dark cacao. He works up a hardon before greasing the rod that’s going to render him a sounding virgin-no-more. Race is gentle with himself, but for those who, like him, have never tried this before, he offers a running commentary of what he’s feeling as he slides the slender sound in and out of his urethra: “Getting fisted inside your dick.” “It feels like I’m cumming but I’m not.” “That was my prostate.” Before he finishes, Race switches to a sound with ridged edges, then gives in to a screaming orgasm that probably brought everyone within earshot running.
Olive skinned Leo Forte is especially good at ensuring that Troy Daniel’s pain is mixed with pleasure. When he ropes Tony onto a padded fuck bench, about the only thing the captive can do is rear his ass upward. Leo meets it face first, roughing up that ass with deep tonguing and crude double-finger fucking. And then Leo destroys it with an unforgiving caning until the quivering flesh is distressed as an old saddle. Troy’s near delirious with pain when Leo releases him, and the excited bottom gives Leo such a severe face fucking the guy can hardly stand up.
When you want your bottoms fettered and flogged, call in tough terrorizer Tony Bishop. You’ll only find him in Fetish Force films these days, and in Where the Players Go he defiles inked-up cum punk Cylus Kohen like he hasn’t seen a man or lost a load for months. Tony’s infamous mean streak takes over, and he hawks nasty globs of spit in the bottom’s face, and chains him to a St. Anthony’s cross. When helpless Cylus is barely able to squirm, Tony lays on the flogger. Cylus counts each lash back from ten as the strokes grow harsher, and his painful ecstasy soars to excruciating heights.
A red metal locker rests above a cold concrete floor. The concrete is just that, offering its surface to not only the locker but a bound Drake Jaden, who is lying tethered and hogtied in rope. It is apparent that Drake is trying to get loose; however his efforts seem done with a faint lack of sincerity. The tattooed young muscle cub continues to his fight for freedom, writhing and squirming across the floor while moaning in restraint. The boys cock begins to get harder and harder, and slowly but surely we hear his moans of frustration turn to moans of pleasure, especially when Tony Buff enters, and reminds Drake why he is tied up in the first place.
Matched neck to neck in both ink and intensity, Doc Benway and Texas Johnny open the video with a mix of tongue swapping, cock stroking and ass kicking. But these two aren’t about beating ass with their muscle – they’re about pounding it. A sweaty romp ensues with the boys swapping spit, shoving cock down throat and showing off prowess both chest and fist. Doc shoves a reel of steel down his slit and make the most of cock and couch. Bent over and ready to declare defeat, Texas Johnny gets it rough, loud and raunchy beside the sofa. Doc pounds him like a rabid dog, eats up the load he shoots on his ass and gives the runner up a load on his chest.
Element looms in front of Kurt’s bound body and begins a game of playful suffering with his ultra violet wand, taunting the poor boy as he wallows in exquisite pain. After sucking on each other’s throbbing tools, Element bends Andrews’ over and introduces him to his electrical stick. The charged wand reels, overpowers and eventually burrows into Kurt’s ass, taint and threshold. At the height of Kurt’s rush of pain, Element switches from the jolts of the want to his energized, massive cock and he proceeds to pound Kurt violently in an effort to get a hot load out of Kurt, which he shoots onto his chest with Element’s following shortly after.
