With the way I’ve been feeling lately, this scene from Bound Gods, with Tober Brandt and Park Wiley, is one I could really sink my teeth into. The dark, edgy mindfuck of taking a willing slave (or not) and torturing them. Using and abusing every inch of their flesh and orifice, for my own dark, twisted, filthy, perverted pleasures until I am satisfied. To hell with whether or not he gets off. This is about me. The fact that Park Wiley gets off on the abuse is just cream on… well, where ever the fuck I please.
These scenes almost always look forced. But you can tell the guys are into it. The love the abuse. Pulling out the rope, mouse traps and paddles are just a game. When you have them hooded and they are dependent on you to keep them safe while taking them to the edge, pushing them over yet holding their hand so they don’t fall completely into the abyss of the BDSM mindfuck, is a rush like none other I have ever experienced. What I wouldn’t give to rope up some hot little fucker, hoist him up in the air as if crucified and just whale on them. You should my cock right now. Hard as a fucking rock. And if you think this is something, you should take a walk on the wild side at BoundGods.com. There’s a lot more scary shit on there guaranteed to make your skin crawl, your balls ache, and your cock burst out a heavy load without even touching yourself.