Miles Fallon Submits To Brogan at KinkMen
Leather & Pain: Miles Fallon and Brogan Enjoy Them
KinkMen just dropped a BDSM masterclass this week, and holy hell—Master Brogan and pain-puppy Miles Fallon crank the kink dial to snap. This ain’t your grandma’s light spanking. Brogan’s running a full-tilt dungeon rodeo here, and Miles? He’s strapped in for the ride of his life.
Miles—bound wrists-to-ankles, nipples clamped tighter than a vice, and a boulder dangling from his neck like a meaty piñata—has to work for that cock. Brogan lays down the law with a crop, turning Miles’ body into a red-striped canvas before yanking those clamps off like he’s starting a lawnmower. Face-fucking? Check. Choking? You bet. Dude’s not just breaking Miles—he’s remodeling him.
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Then comes the rope suspension—Brogan’s personal spin cycle—flogging Miles into a whimpering puddle before diving face-first into his hairy hole. Spanks, anal hooks, ball-sack bondage—Brogan’s toolbox is stacked. He plows Miles like he’s digging for oil, using those ropes to drill deeper than a Texas oil rig.
The grand finale? Miles trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey, ass glowing like a stoplight from Brogan’s cane work. That anal hook gets a slow-mo exit, revealing the steel ball that’s been massaging Miles’ prostate into submission. Brogan finishes him off with a brutal fuck-and-slap combo until Miles erupts, followed by Brogan painting him like a Jackson Pollock. A sloppy kiss seals the deal—equal parts domination and twisted romance.
KinkMen didn’t just raise the bar—they launched it into orbit. Game. Set. Masochism.
