Brogan is the first master to treat KinkMen’s newcomer Max Mabry, a lovable masochist who loves absolutely everything BDSM and pain in general. Brogan is already quite an experienced master and will unleash his sadistic instincts like never before, knowing that this is all Max wants.
Our tale begins with Max Mabry, a slave to pleasure, a devotee of pain, and a willing participant in his own degradation. His body, a canvas for the sadistic desires of his master, Dom Brogan, is bound and blindfolded, his mouth forced open by a cruel claw-like device. Max is helpless, vulnerable, and quivering with anticipation as Brogan looms over him, clad in leather and wielding a gloved hand like a weapon.
Brogan’s fingers dance over Max’s flesh, tenderly at first, teasing the nipples into hard peaks before gripping them and twisting with just enough force to make Max gasp. The gloved hand moves lower, skating over Max’s abdomen, tracing the line of hip bones before plunging into the sensitive crevice between thigh and torso. Max squirms, his breath hitching as Brogan’s fingers explore him, lingering on his most intimate spots.
The leather-clad hand withdraws, only to deliver a stinging slap to Max’s chest. The sound echoes through the room like a gunshot, and Max cries out, tears leaking from the corners of his blindfold. Brogan is relentless, his hand rising and falling in a merciless rhythm, painting Max’s torso with a pattern of red handprints.
But Brogan’s cruelty is not without mercy. He soothes the stinging skin with soft caresses, then moves to Max’s feet, worshipping them with his mouth and tongue. Max moans as Brogan sucks each toe, then tenses as the dominant’s hand cracks against the tender sole. Brogan’s onslaught continues, a dizzying mix of pleasure and pain that leaves Max panting and writhing, desperate for more.
Brogan has other plans. With a flick of his wrist, he unhooks Max’s restraints, allowing the submissive to slump forward, his breath hot and heavy against Brogan’s leather-clad abs. Max is desperate to serve, to please, and he licks at the smooth material, tasting salt and musk and the intoxicating allure of his master’s power.
Brogan allows it, maintaining his cruel façade as he slaps Max’s face, leaving a pink handprint on his cheek. Max doesn’t flinch; instead, he opens his mouth wider, inviting Brogan to push him to the brink of endurance. And Brogan does not disappoint, feeding Max his cock and fucking his throat with ruthless abandon.
Max chokes, gags, and gasps around the invasion, his eyes watering as Brogan uses him like a fucktoy. And just when Max thinks he can take no more, Brogan withdraws, leaving him gasping and shivering.
But the torment is far from over. Brogan flogs Max’s half-suspended body, the cruel leather strips biting into his flesh and leaving angry welts in their wake. Max screams, a sound torn from the depths of his soul as adrenaline and endorphins mix, creating a heady cocktail of pain and pleasure that leaves him lightheaded and craving more.
Brogan gives it to him, fucking Max’s tight hole with rough, brutal strokes. The dominant’s fingers encircle Max’s vulnerable cock and balls, tugging and twisting with just enough force to make Max scream again. And just when he thinks he can bear no more, Brogan withdraws, leaving Max trembling and gasping for breath.
Hot wax drips from two candles, landing on Max’s skin with a searing kiss that leaves him whimpering. But there’s no respite, no mercy as Brogan pounds him relentlessly, driving him closer and closer to the edge. And when Max finally shatters, cum spilling from his cock in a white-hot rush, Brogan rewards him with a gooey facial that leaves him gasping and spent.
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