Struggling and shouting for help gets Straight Hell’s newly bound victim Mo nowhere. Straight Hell top Adrian punches him in the guts before taking a flogger to his pale skin, each hit making him leap and grunt in helpless anger and pain. He yanks Mo’s pants up high, exposing his firm round buttocks for Stan to hit too, before stripping him totally naked and toying with his thick, heavy cock and balls.
Maurice is one of those cocksure men who struts through life chasing pussy everywhere he goes, as well as being openly homophobic and arrogant.
Despite his egotistical attitude though, Scottish boy Mo’s unemployed and broke – and the gullible prick thinks his mates (the cunning Straight Hell tops) are running a profitable movie stunt enterprise.
Maurice turns up on their doorstep, brazenly assuming they’ll give him work just because he can do a couple of gymnastic moves. But Straight Hell top Adrian’s not impressed. He needs to see Mo get free from ‘simple rope ties‘…
At Straight Hell the stinking piss of two men fills army man Dave’s mouth. The tops have turned the sexy straight man into a public urinal! Dave retches and gags, but with the tube going right inside, he’s forced to gulp it down in order not to choke on it. His hairy chest heaves with the effort of swallowing the strong piss over and over again, each mouthful bringing a new dimension of revulsion to his face.
By the time they’ve shaken their cocks dry, he’s soaking wet and shaking with dread – more and more men are coming through the door, queuing up to use him as a urinal.
Since abducting army lad Dave a year ago, Straight Hell have had a fuck of a lot of fun with him. He’s been trained, used and completely broken. And now it’s time to put the cunt to use… in public!
The two tops tie Dave up, lock him in a box and cart it down to Stadium, the local nightclub – slipping past a queue of trendy straight lads and their chattering girlfriends. Soon, they’ve got him trussed up in the toilets, plumbed directly into a urinal. A piss tube is crammed deep into his mouth, held firmly in place by a wide gag. He’s ready.
The first couple of men to enter react with horror but curiosity – they’ve never seen anything quite like this before. A year ago, Dave was just like them – an average straight bloke out to have a laugh and chat up birds.
Straight Hell are back to doing what they do best – chaining reluctant straight boys down and forcibly fucking them until they are totally broken.
Exhausted from his previous torments, 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 Terry delves into the miserable straight boy’s sweaty, hairy arse crack.
His hetero manpussy is still so tight, the sadistic top has to use all his 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 using it.
Straight Hell top Stan pounds away at straight boy Harry’s virgin arse, stretching it painfully open, making him moan and whimper. Unable to escape the incessant anal abuse, Harry finds it in himself to attempt defiance. “Fucking pricks,” he growls, through gritted teeth. “Cunts.”
Straight Hell is taking straight tough Tony through torturous pony training. Each time he is forced to hurdle the large jump, he grunts with agony as his burning lungs and trembling legs betray his exhaustion. When Terry yanks him to a stop, Tony’s loudly panting in ragged gulps of air, a dripping, perspiring mess, his sorry frame sagging with total fatigue. His arse and thighs are crossed with painful red marks from the sting of our whips.
The Straight Hell tops have tied Harry’s wrists behind his back so he can’t put up much resistance as Terry kneels him down in front of Stan’s rampant hard prick and orders him to suck and lick the meat. Terry uses his hair to fuck his face, slamming his mouth up and down, not caring whether he can breathe or not.
