Str8CrushFeet – Forbidden Error Clip – Delinquent Duo – Kaen The Nasty Master ft Joeng
If you are a reluctant person and or a tradition male feet kink customer, please do not watch the trailer. Has anyone wondered if we have failed clips or never uploaded ones? The answer is; just a few, this is one of them and it wouldn’t see the light of day if it weren’t for a client speaking to me asking me about a personalized blowjob clip with a “visibly unwashed straight guy’s cock”, which made me remember the existence of this clip which my client loved, but in truth it was a mistake or an accident. I am a producer who cares about the health of my masters and slaves but, there are things that I think are basic when creating content, like washing your cock if you are going to use it, for Kaen perhaps this was not so obvious, I remember having been producing this clip without glasses and it was only in post production that I realized everything, the craziest thing of all is that at the end of the clip Kaen’s cock was completely clean, so Foxxy actually ate that smegma, then at After consulting him, he told me that Kaen’s penis tasted delicious and that it wasn’t a big problem to sucked it, that made my stomach turn a little but I’m no one to judge or do Kink shaming, so if anyone else likes it, here it is, I have no idea the reach that this clip will have, if we will do something like this in the future but this time more intentional it will depend purely on the number of people interested I suppose, I will leave you with the story
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In a place where crime lurks around every corner, no one is safe, not even in the privacy of their own home. This is the scenario faced by the protagonist of this story, whose quiet life is abruptly disturbed when Joeng and Kaen, two thieves with morbid intentions, break in through a window, thinking they would have enough time to loot and disappear. However, the unexpected return of the owner transforms the planned robbery into an encounter full of tension and dark desires.
Surprised but agile in their adaptation, the thieves tie up the owner, initially anticipating a simple robbery. But upon discovering his sexual orientation, the atmosphere is charged with an electric air. Joeng, impeccable in appearance and enveloped in the aroma of expensive perfumes, contrasts dramatically with Kaen, whose smell of cheap perfume begins to fade, revealing his natural and potent musky fragrance. The victim, bound and exposed, is caught in a dance of sensations and fears. As Joeng and Kaen openly discuss their plans and the arrival of an accomplice to flee with the loot, they accidentally find a dildo behind the television that reveals more about their victim’s sexuality.
-Do you know what we do to faggots in prison? -Joeng asks him menacingly, with a perverse smile, removing his balaclava and revealing a face that promises not to be limited to a mere rob. The atmosphere is charged with expectation and forbidden desire, anticipating an encounter that will deviate towards paths of domination and submission
Time is ticking and the wait is palpable. Joeng and Kaen, now with their faces uncovered, decide to take advantage of every second before their accomplice arrives. With a mix of cunning and malice, they drag their victim to the ground and turn on the television they planned to steal, only this time, to play porn videos that set the stage for their perverse game.
“That’s how they obligate sissies to suck paws in prison,” Kaen mocks with a cruel smile, while he and Joeng get rid of their sneakers. They begin to slide their feet over the skin of their victim, humiliating him with each touch and insult, invoking the memory of his times of prison domination.
As the time for the accomplice’s arrival approaches, the assailants intensify their game. They take off their socks, throwing them contemptuously towards their victim’s mouth, making him to hold them between his teeth and at the same time, serve as a gag. Then, almost ceremonially, Joeng takes off his shirt, revealing his body, not muscular, but irresistibly attractive, scented with a delicious mix of expensive fragrances. The two men begin to rub their feet over the young man, each movement charged with dominant energy, a display of intertwined power and pleasure.
Every gesture, every touch, becomes an act of affirmation and control, as Joeng and Kaen explore the boundaries of their authority and the threshold of their captive’s pleasure. The air is filled with erotic tension, palpable and vibrant, promising that every minute until the arrival of his accomplice will be made the most of.
The wait transforms into a vibrant scene of domination. With unquestionable authority, Kaen raises his imposing white feet before the face of his submissive. His long, markedly masculine smelly toes give off an intense ,exhilarating scent, filling the air with overwhelming virility. His legs, strong, hairy and thin, visible beneath his shorts, command each movement with unwavering authority, demanding that his submissive submit completely to the rough texture of his heels.
Joeng, for her part, elegantly joins in the ritual of control, sliding her impeccably white and soft feet towards the eager but frightened mouth of his captive. The soft skin and subtly fresh scent of her feet contrast with the strength of her dominance, each touch an irrevocable command that invites submission. With the precision of a master of seduction, Joeng guides his submissive’s tongue over his slighty salty skin, reveling in the power to evoke both submission and forbidden pleasure.
In a perfectly orchestrated game, both dominants recreate an atmosphere loaded with the darkest memories of prison, where domination was the only language. Every gesture and every order obeyed only deepens the perverse dynamic between them, taking their submissive through a labyrinth of exquisite pain and kinky pleasure. With the tension palpable and the power now firmly in their hands, Kaen and Joeng become the undisputed masters of the moment. The room is filled with the intensity of his prison memories; Now, in the field of this theft, they find a new game, a new way of displaying their old customs. Kaen takes off his shirt and pants, revealing a body that seeks to be pleased: there is a power in his figure, a virility that is accentuated in the atmosphere of the room, which invites it to be perceived with all the senses. His masculine and dominant aroma invades the space, as powerful and provocative as his presence.
For his part, now standing before his captive, Joeng is a vision of sleek masculinity, only in boxers that hug his figure, precisely outlining his soft contours. His skin, smooth and clear, exudes a purity that does not diminish his intense masculinity, but rather presents it with a contained power. In him, precision meets passion, and his impeccable form is contrasted with Kaen’s wilder vigor, creating a contrast that awakens a confusing mix of fear and longing in his submissive.
Together, the two masters begin to navigate the space of domination with their feet, exploring and tracing paths on their submissive’s skin. The tongue of the owner of the house responds to each command, to each imposed challenge, sliding over the skin and between the fingers with a delivery that becomes a mixture of power and pleasure.
The delay of his accomplice strains the atmosphere; Time stretches and the air thickens with the impatience of the assailants. In this interlude, Kaen and Joeng look for more ways to entertain themselves, keeping the established hierarchy alive, but raising the levels of rudeness. With a mix of disdain and control, they pull out their phones and begin capturing the moment with the sole purpose of humiliating their submissive, a clear way that each photo is a mark of their dominance. Then, in a burst of raw domination, the game escalates with some controlled but firm kicks, an accurate reminder of who holds the power in the room. It is not gratuitous cruelty; It is a message, a physical communication of the supremacy that they maintain over their submissive and he understands that his new masters are serious, and that, if he wants to be able to get rid of them, he will have to do everything they ask of him.
Both masters, knowing that their submissive has submitted, take a relaxed stance, smoking a cigarette and watching porn, while their submissive, now freed from the ropes, but more bound than ever by the will of his captors, is kneeling at their feet licking with dedication. Aware of the power that is exercised over him, he dedicates himself to the task with a fervor that does not require physical coercion. His tongue moves with meticulous devotion.
As the echo of moans and sighs unfold from the screen, the atmosphere is charged with a carnal tension that resonates in the air. Joeng and Kaen, each caught in the tide of desire that the videos awaken, feel the call of their bodies, an urgency that grows and manifests itself in their throbbing limbs. Under the stretched fabric of his boxers, the contours of his members are outlined with promises of pleasure. As the tension increases, the defined shapes become more evident, hinting at the urgency that lies beneath. Kaen’s erect, throbbing penis is displayed as a raw provocation; his member emerges with an authority that matches his commanding presence. There are no subtleties in his display; He is as direct and uninhibited as his character, eager to find satisfaction in his submissiveness.
Joeng presses on, revealing his very essence with calculated precision. His cock stands as an extension of his neatness and control, every inch as impeccable and detailed as his bearing. With a serious look and a slow movement of his hand, he caresses his thick trunk, seeking to reach the fullness and firmness of his manhood, eager to give it a try to his submissive.
Both, hard and exposed, turn their gaze towards the submissive, and with a voice full of dominance and insults, they announce that he will soon know the overwhelming sensation of both. There is no room for doubt or hesitation; The submissive, captivated by the spectacle of masculinity before him, understands that it is time to deepen his submission and surrender to the experience presented to him.
The power dynamic intensifies; Both masters know that the next step is inevitable. Looking at each other, there is a non-verbal understanding, a silent communication that culminates in an implicit command. The submissive, aware of the change in the air, senses the depth of the demand before a word is uttered. It is not an option, but a natural evolution of the game they have embarked on.
Thus, they increase the bet. In this game, the rules are clear and the submissive, although free from his physical restraints, is irrevocably bound to the will of his captors. He understands his role, one he plays with awe and an instinctive knowledge of submission.
With proximity increasing and tension pulsing between them, the scene sets for an act of obedience that transcends the physical, a surrender that is both a tribute and a recognition of the power that Joeng and Kaen have over him. The submissive approaches, his will aligns with his desires, knowing that his obedience is the key to his own journey through this labyrinth of pleasure and power.
The power play unfolds with an intensity that grows by the moment. Joeng, in the midst of the maelstrom of domination, cannot help but notice his partner’s smegma. A discovery that for a moment breaks his concentration; on the one hand, the euphoria of control and, on the other, the repulsion he feels when looking at Kaen and his erect penis that shines in a pasty layer of smegma. Joeng’s enjoyment is intermittent, an internal struggle between the enjoyment of the moment and the aversion caused by his crony’s lack of hygiene. In a silent parenthesis, his eyes continue to wander towards Kaen’s member, and a wave of disgust washes over him. “No,” he thinks with unwavering determination, “there will be no threesome with Kaen and Sophia this weekend or really ever.” It is a mental reminder that mixes with the vapors of pleasure and power, a thought that floats for an instant over the sea of ??sensations in which they are immersed.
The tension and power play reach a peak in which the submissive is brought to the core of his master’s desire for him. Two tests are presented before him, two members that demand his attention and devotion. First, Joeng’s: a symbol of purity among lasciviousness, perfumed and sculpted, an invitation to which his tongue responds with a fervor that surprises even its owner. Enjoyment spills into every caress, every sigh, as he gladly explores the dimensions of a pleasure as clean as the image of his master.
But not every test is one of sweetness, and Kaen’s is a test of resistance and dedication. His member, always hard and erect like a mast, stands proudly, but it is the smegma that is the true test. Although the initial aversion threatens to break his will, the submissive knows that freedom comes at a price, and submission knows no limits or conditions. Thus, he embraces the challenge with the tenacity of one who knows his role, of one who finds in the crudest act a step towards his freedom, he must clean the unwashed penis and extremely salty Kaen, because his life depends on doing a good job
The climax is built on the foundation of domination, and when both masters finish, they do so with the mark of a conquest that is as visual as it is viscously palpable. Both standing, slamming their cocks into their submissive’s face, they finally release his load onto his face, leaving it filled with the shiny, thick, hot salty ecstasy of both dominators. The essence of Joeng and Kaen, released upon their submissive, is a coronation, a seal that certifies the totality of their control and the intensity of their shared pleasure.
Foxxy was not only left with an empty house, but with a strange and fervent desire to go to prison to wash more of masculine men’s dirty cocks with his mouth.
Length: 3.86 GB
Duration: 00:45:21
Video: avc1, 11998 Kbps, 1920 x 1080, 16:9, 29.970 fps
Audio: mp4a-40-2, AAC, 2, 192 Kbps, 48 Khz
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