Brutal Tops: Master Martin’s Arse Eating Sub

In the Brutal Tops bar Master Martin has been enjoying a few bottles while training his sub peter. Installing the sub as his new bar stool, it’s face will be the cushion his firm young buttocks will rest on. Martin climbs up to test the new seat, his arse fitting over peter’s mouth, the Top’s delicious, brown puckered hole perfectly placed above the sub’s probing tongue. Struggling to breathe under the full weight of his Master’s arse sitting on his face, peter gasps for air between licks of Martin’s hole. Turning around, Martin leisurely sips from his bottle as peter slowly suffocates underneath the Top’s pristine buttocks!

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Brutal Tops: Fucking The Sub

Pushing the sub down onto its back Master Shamus lifts it’s legs for easy access to the sub’s slutty anus at Brutal Tops. One hard thrust and his monster cock pushes through sub james’ sphincter and he’s in. Shamus takes his pleasure rough and hard, not caring for one second about the moans and complaints from the sub as his fat hard cock tears into james’ arse. Flipping the sub over on the hay bale to fuck it from behind, grabbing a handful of hair to wrench it’s head back, pushing even harder to penetrate deeper into it’s gut … Shamus kneels over it’s face, spurts of cum slashing across james’ lips and cheek, several more spurts directed straight down it’s dirty, slutty throat … Not one drop is to be wasted.

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Brutal Tops: Master Shamus Wants A Piss

After relaxing with a cold bottle of beer, Brutal Tops Master Shamus now wants a piss – Handy having a sub’s filthy little mouth on hand to use as a urinal. Warning james that ANY drips of piss that go on the floor will be severely punished, Shamus whips out his penis and starts to fill the sub’s belly with hot yellow urine fresh straight from the tap. It would appear the Top’s warning has gone unheeded. Not only does the pathetic sub spill some of Shamus’s precious liquid on the floor, but splashes land on the Master’s trousers. True to his word, Shamus thrashes the useless prick, reddening it’s arse with his thick leather belt. Then every splash must be sucked clean!

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