https://pornmeka.com/tags/straight-guys-doing-gay/ Mon 04 May 2026 20:35:03 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/852328/captured-yaki-finally-i-caught-my-own-skater-boy/
After a mediocre captured, we arrive with a good one !  very proud of this chapter.___every day, like clockwork, i'd watch him roll . yaki, the skater boy with that carefree smile and those beaten-up sneakers. i could almost smell with my imagination his sweaty feet from here. i'd imagine how ripe his feet must be after a long day at the skate park, the scent of his socks, the taste of his skin. i'd been watching him for months, my obsession growing with each passing day. one scorching afternoon, as i was lost in my usual fantasies, he surprised me. he stopped at my doorstep, his breath ragged, forehead glistening with sweat. "hey, could i bother you for a glass of water?" he panted, wiping his brow. i could barely contain my excitement. this was my chance. i invited him in, my heart pounding in my chest. as he gulped down the water, i could feel my powers surging. i'd been preparing for this moment, honing my dark arts. i whispered an incantation under my breath, and as he finished his drink, i could see his eyes glaze over. he was mine now. i led him to my secret room, his movements jerky and puppet-like under my control. the spell was working perfectly but i need to act quickly before im out of energy. i could feel my cock throbbing with anticipation as i began to bind his wrists, his ankles, his entire body mine to control. i was finally going to have those sweaty, dirty feet all to myself. with no much ropes on hand, i improvised. i grabbed the extra-strong packing tape, sticking his wrists firm against the wall of my room. yaki, still entranced, could only watch as i began to bind his feet to his own skateboard. his mind, still stuck in his hetero norms, had no clue what i was about to do to him. there was something almost artistic about how he looked, bound to his own board. the very thing that gave him freedom was now his shackle. i took a moment to admire my work, the way his ankles were secured to the deck, his feet helplessly fastened. it was a beautiful paradox. i leaned in, slowly untying his laces, his dirty, worn-out sneakers finally revealing their treasure. as i pulled them off, a wave of his scent hit me. it was strong, a pungent mix of sweat and warm shoes, like the locker room after a intense game. but it wasn't repulsive; it was alluring. i could almost taste his youth, his masculinity, his raw energy. his feet, now only covered in his dirty white socks, were finally at my mercy. i pressed my nose against his socks, inhaling deeply. the smell was overwhelming, just like i'd imagined. the stench of his sweat-soaked feet filled my lungs, a heady mix of his testosterone and the grime of the skate park. i could see the dirt toes marked from hours on the board, embedded into the softening white fabric of his skater socks. it was the scent of his strength, his adrenaline. i rubbed a thumb over his sole, watching as the filthy cotton stretched over his skin. he was finally mine. in the blink of an eye, yaki's world shifted. he was now bound, hogtied with his skateboard secured under his stomach, the ropes crisscrossing his body and the wheels of his board digging into the ground, keeping him firmly in place. his chest was bare, and a bone-shaped gag was stuffed into his mouth, drool leaking out the sides like an idiot. his mind, still foggy from the spell, couldn't grasp why there was a guy sniffing his feet, that part of him he never paid much attention to, the part some people found repulsive. his consciousness began to resurface, the haze of the spell slowly lifting. he could feel a nose trailing along his sole, inhaling deeply, and then, suddenly, a warm, wet tongue joining in. it licked and tasted every inch of his foot, from his heel to the tip of his toes. it was weird, bordering on dangerous, but yaki couldn't help but feel a flicker of pleasure. the soft, wet tongue exploring his bare, salty skater feet was stirring something within him. his feet he considered so nasty and careless were being worshiped like a godsend by this strange man. as he blinked again, he found himself bound once more, the skateboard now secured to his back, ropes wrapping around his wrists, shoulders, torso, and feet. his abdomen was left completely exposed, vulnerable. the mental fog had lifted slightly, and he could see the man inches away from his pants, slowly unzipping them. it felt like a lucid dream, a strange, wet, vivid dream. even though yaki wasn't gay, the idea of being desired so intensely that he was tied up like a trophy, made him feel strangely beautiful and delicious. his cock began to stir as he thought, "this man would do anything to lick my dick. i must be so handsome in his eyes for him to be willing to do this for me." the warm tongue began to tease his tip, lapping at his glans. after a few minutes of this game, it dawned on yaki that a mouth is a mouth, and when someone devours your cock with such passion, your cock will respond, eager to be loved and worshipped. "never leave me, always be mine." those words echoed like a mantra in yaki's head. now, bound to the chair with his legs elevated, he watched as the man stroked him, all while sucking on his toes. yaki no longer felt the urge to escape. instead, an unfamiliar sense of belonging washed over him. he no longer yearned for freedom; he'd found happiness in being someone's sexual plaything. the manual and oral stimulation on his cock grew faster, more intense. he was spiraling towards the most explosive orgasm of his life. his body convulsed as he erupted, shooting 8 streams of hot cum, ready to be consumed. he ended up shivering, longing for a nap to recharge for more fun later. he was no longer the free skater he once was; he was a captured hetero, content in the knowledge that his new owner would suck his feet and his cock with such passion until he tired of him. a mix of satisfaction and a strange sense of peace filled him as he accepted his new reality. ___next day : yaki's eyes fluttered open, finding himself in a dingy, dimly-lit cell, bound by ropes and chains, his skateboard ironically positioned and secured, a constant reminder of his former life. he was naked, except for his skater hat, a faint memory of who he used to be. flashes of guilt flickered across his mind as he recalled the pleasure he'd experienced from receiving oral sex from a man. his skateboard, once a symbol of freedom, now stood still, a constant reminder of his captivity. he was trapped, completely at the mercy of the gay man, like a fly caught in a spider's web, waiting to be devoured. the man descended, his eyes fixed on yaki's feet, as if savoring the rare opportunity to lick a skater's feet in their natural state, on a skateboard. yaki was completely bound and preserved, a human trophy, a captive skater boy, forever trapped in this dark, twisted world. a bell chimes, and suddenly, yaki finds himself in a new position, his feet hoisted towards the ceiling, chained to his skateboard as if frozen mid-air during a trick. he realized the bell was a tool, used to keep him docile, moving him from place to place, each time remembering more of his past. he was a skater, a criminal, robbing stores with his friends after a day at the park. he wondered if this was karma, or if he was already in hell. he remembered that fateful day, approaching the strange man's house with ill intentions with intentions to rob him beat him up, but everything went blurry, and now he was here, at the mercy of a gay man obsessed with his feet and his cock. but now, there was something new. a territory unexplored for yaki, an area he, like many straight, tough guys, had ignored. but it was an area filled with nerve endings, begging to be explored. he felt a mischievous tongue circling his hole, prodding, entering him, while his rock-hard cock was being stroked. confusion washed over him, but for a few seconds, even as his masculinity was being defiled, his mind soared to the heavens. the dual sensations, the humiliation, the raw pleasure, all mixed together, sending him spiraling into a whirlwind of emotion and sensation. "i feel like my head is stuck in some medieval device, my wrists bound, and my ass exposed." the words echoed in yaki's mind as he took in his new reality. a camera stared him in the face, recording every twitch, every expression. it dawned on him; he was the main attraction in a live show titled "straight skater's first rimming." he was the center of a perverse spectacle, his most intimate moments broadcasted for the world to see. but then, a sudden realization hit him like a brick. he had never been under a spell. the hechizo, the enchantment, it was all a lie. a lie he told himself to justify the crossing of boundaries he never thought he'd explore. the truth was, he had signed a contract with a gay porn production company, eager to test his limits, to push the envelope of his own desires. his mind had concocted the story of the spell to shield him from the reality of his own audacity, from the fact that he had dared to cross lines that were once taboo to him. he could feel that tongue again, circling his hole, prodding, exploring. his primal instincts, combined with the gag ball, reduced him to a drooling mess, like a dog in heat. he never thought a rim job could feel so fucking hot. his cock throbbed, his body betraying him as it reveled in the sensation. the humiliation, the pleasure of being degraded like that, the sheer filth of it all, had his mind spinning, his body aching for more. in this twisted reality, he found a perverse sense of liberation. " fuck, this tongue lashing feels so damn good, with my ass totally elevated and exposed like this, i feel like a fucking piece of meat, but i don't care, it's like a exotic kind of massage, now i understand why gay guys love it so much, it's so fucking hot, and i can't get out of these chains, i can't do anything but enjoy it". "i'm being milked," yaki panted, his body trembling with overwhelming sensation. he lay on his stomach, his cock hanging into emptiness, a willing vessel for the relentless pleasure. a hungry mouth enveloped him, sucking, licking, devouring. then, a hand joined in, stroking, squeezing, twisting, while the mouth continued its ravenous feast. the dual stimulation was too much, pushing him to the brink of madness. his body tensed, his balls tightened, and with a guttural roar, he erupted. cum shot out of him like a fucking geyser, painting the room, coating his captor. it was his second explosive orgasm, even more intense than the first. he couldn't believe it. he looked for something, anything, to justify this, to explain it away, but there was nothing left. just him, his pleasure, and the cold ____ hey there, perverts! i bet you weren't expecting that little twist, huh? we want to explore in the story what goes on in the mind of a straight man in his first bondage experiences and how his mind can travel to fantasies to explore new taboos. what is described in the story does not represent the thoughts of anyone in particular in this video and should be enjoyed as a narrative story, which may be true in the mind of some straight guy, you never know. ]]> Tue 24 Dec 2024 14:55:09 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/852328/captured-yaki-finally-i-caught-my-own-skater-boy/ https://pornmeka.com/videos/507810/all-the-crazy-thing-we-did-last-night-david-ft-joeng-the-world-under-straight-guys-cock-feet-and-asses/
All the crazy things we did that night another weekend at home sharing with friends, we usually go out together every weekend and then come home even though going out is fun, my favorite part is when we are in the privacy of our temple where we can be weird enough without them people or society judge us. our group is very varied, we are a good number of gays but we also have many straights in our pack, in fact the majority are straight but i am happy to exist in a time and country where we can live together in peace as the same tribe. although they generally love things like football and we love pop culture, we also love straight men and they are our secret passion. if you are here reading it is because it probably happens to you too and there is something in their primitive and masculine behavior that drives us crazy, perhaps it is because in truth we even have many differences in our way of thinking and acting and we feel attracted to that which we are not. that applies bilaterally, although they do not fantasize about possessing us sexually as a trophy as they do with women, a gay friend of a straight man is their comfort zone, someone to whom they can throw semen into our mouths and who the next morning they won't be yelling at them for having given a girl a heart on instagram or for having forgotten the fortieth anniversary of venus in gemini. generally, gays, bisexuals or curious people feel comfortable being used, there is something in our genes that make us just enjoy the moment, historically and mathematically in the past encounters between men were much more difficult, so it is normal that we have evolved to drink water in secret from whoever wants to give us water (obviously if we like the mountain that expels we will drink the river). therefore, our house has always been a kind of ground for coexistence of these different worlds, something like a reality show but without scripts, that is why i can talk to you directly about the good things that gays and heterosexuals can complement each other. , especially when you have open-minded female friends who are just as hot and crazy as you. woman friends ? what is this? seriously a woman? will you run away? i apologize if it bothers you, my intention is not to put a vagina on the table in full hd and she knows it, she understands her place in the pack and she is happy with that. you will never see a close-up of her ass or her tits because we don't care, she is our straight guy's iron lifter, well yes. it turns out that if a straight guy has an erection he immediately stops pumping circulation to his head and will let himself be carried away by any pleasurable stimulus he feels, you give them a little visual stimulation to encourage their hunting instinct and getting sex and once that stimulus begins to work well, you can even bury your face in his ass and he will happily let you do it, what's more, he will enjoy it, straight guys are not selfish with their body, just egocentric, they like to share even more if you make them everything revolves around them and how perfect they are, straight guys enjoy feeling flattered and we have evolved to be flatterers. their instinct of superiority and their natural competitiveness, a product of high levels of testosterone, lead them to enjoy being adored, which is why despite having different interests, we fit in very well, whether as their sex toys, pets, bitches or whatever word best fits you. we are willing to lose our ego to savor their delicious, irresistible and somewhat salty masculinity. david and joeng are the perfect example and even though they are not our only heterosexual friends, we have created a strong bond of friendship with them, sometimes when we go out together it is natural that david and joeng separate from time to time to do their heterosexual things, but then they always come home and we share like that night.joeng arrives with david and they make fun of the music we are listening to, they simply take control of the music and change the tv by making jokes about how gay we look doing gay things. sometimes when they get like this i hate them temporarily, but only temporarily, i only have to think about how delicious they are so that i allow them to do whatever they want with me, we are their sims and they know it. tsuki, the girl in the pack, is the one who opposes them the most because unlike us who drool over them, they always want to fuck her, tsuki has a little more ego than us, because at least she can pretend that she doesn't want to be used and she he doesn't have to say yes to everything to our beautiful men, but she always ends up giving in anyway to her natural instintc of serving.it's strange, the smell of a man's feet definitely causes something in people, some try to disguise it with discomfort, but the truth is that if that aroma comes from an attractive and dominant boy it is an invitation to get on the ground and start smelling the smell of musk from his sweat, a natural perfume that can make your subconscious believe that he dislikes it, but the more you smell it, the more addictive it is. david and joeng take off their sneakers and the atmosphere is filled with sexual tension. tsuki asks them to please put on their sneakers because they are “stinking up” the place. we agree, trying to pretend from the inside, acting as if that mesmerazing aroma of handsome man will not awaken in us that primitive side that reminds us that we are just his bitches. but it's impossible, i look at everyone's faces and we are all absolutely ecstatic with the smell of man in the room, it is penetrating and addictive.joeng starts teasing tsuki as she is the one who looks the angriest at the interruption of these men's feet in the middle of our “feminine night" , they are the absolute opposite of feminine. our handsome friend begins to pass his sweaty feet in white socks over tsuki's face, the aroma is not horrible it's even relaxing, but tsuki tries to preserve her dignity and insists that to please keep them away from her. noah on the other hand is a guy who always speaks his mind and is tired of pretending that he doesn't love the smell of man's feet, so he just says it out loud, patrick and feebo stop pretending and show their support by saying that david and joeng's feet smell exquisite, tsuki has no choice but to give in and although she prefers a foot fresh out of the shower, she has no choice but to kiss the sweaty feet of the attractive young man, when she does so she realizes that it's not as bad as she thinks, there's some magic in men's sweat that makes it special.this is how all of us, the four of us, 3 gays and one girl, put aside our girly night to fall at the feet of our alphas, goodbye plans, goodbye makeup, goodbye watching american horror story, tonight they have reminded us of what we are. slaves of our desires, slaves of our passions of our men, while they smoke a cigarette we clean the sweat from their tired feet with our tongue, tsuki and patrick go up and begin to kiss their crothches, they just allow themselves to be adored, they were born to be adored, they were born to have their needs satisfied by others, they were born to have control and we were to please them, it is the simple natural order, it is enough for them to take off their sneakers to make us to leave the matrix and remind us who we really are. we start with the house specialty, a full service tongue massage given by 4 people, it is the best way to start engines, we start with joeng who strips naked to feel the pleassure of being licked by 4 mouths at the same time. patrick on his cock while tsuki makes out with him, so he can have the stimulation of kissing a girl and touching her breasts, which makes joeng's penis hard as a rock and patrick can enjoy it more and do better their job of drooling on the alpha's cock, feeb and noah are enjoying joeng's salty feet madly, eating every drop of sweat doing an excellent job leaving their master's feet completely clean. it's david's turn, and you can see how excited he is by his huge, thick, throbbing erection.that he was with the whole panorama, drool and warm tongues running all over his body, enjoying the sweet taste of the blonde whose ph of his skin makes it always smell and taste sweet like a small hot and stuffed sweet bread. david gave the fiery idea of making an exotic figure tsuki how i envy you, having joeng's penis in her mouth and david's huge juicy and tempting penis inside her, i think everyone in this room would like to be her, but while they fuck , the guys give us the perfect space to worship their delicious male feet and their wonderful asses of a handsome man, with each penetration towards the girl, our tongues bury one centimeter deeper into that male asses and we begin to lick the inside while noah licks the boys feet, yeah. we're a bunch of weirdos who enjoy worshiping straight guys, but being under their feet, their asses, and their cocks is our sacred happy place. david and joeng feeling multiple stimuli, tongues worshiping their bodies everywhere, if they had not met us perhaps they would never even know the possibility of having a tongue in their ass or on their feet, people who are vanilla are vanilla because simply they have not tried the majesty of emotions that bdsm submission and domination can provoke, like this point when so many people are worshiping you and enjoying your body, giving you tactile pleasure, in those moments you feel on the ultimate olympus, contemplating from your throne that probably it is the face of some human whom you treat as a servant. they literally sit on our faces while noah and tsuki perform fellatio on them, then they put us face down to fuck our throats so deep that we even have a hard time breathing with those huge hard cocks going in and out of our throats. but the pleasure on the straight guy's faces is worth it, we can pretend that we hate each other on a daily basis, friends who make jokes and play tricks on each other, but when these men undress, we only exist to give them pleasure, we belong to them body and soul and they know it, they know that we are goons and they enjoy us slobbering for them. finally they both position themselves on the sofa in a way where we can lick their feet, their ass and their cocks, walking with our mouths from one corner to another, completely absorbed in the pleasure of serving them.joeng climaxes first spewing gallons of cum, then it's david's turn. tomorrow we will each go about our daily lives, we will pretend to be normal people in our respective jobs, family and circles of friends, but none of the 6 of us will forget what we did last night. ]]> Thu 02 May 2024 12:30:50 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/507810/all-the-crazy-thing-we-did-last-night-david-ft-joeng-the-world-under-straight-guys-cock-feet-and-asses/