max born

The ritual of endless nights begins. The fallen priest and his devoted servant call upon the cursed name. Ancient chants echo like twisted prayers, filling the temple with shadows and fire. In this way, the dark power manifests, branding the air with its eternal sign. The end of days is near. Ave Satanas!

max born

He is a servant of the dark will. A beast without a soul with sharp teeth. Chained and fed with raw meat and young dicks. Scarred dread is feeding his soul hunger over the young chaps. He is so crazy that their fear makes him horny. Beware of him if he doesn’t get his portion of fear and fresh meat every day. The devil’s outcast, ejected forever from hell.

This young stud’s packing serious heat, and his buddy’s more than ready to handle it. They take it outside for a raw, deep pounding, leaving their bodies and bellies covered in hot loads. All caught on cam!

Rough hands all over, leading to full release with oils and raw moves – nothing held back here.

A fit, ripped twink works every angle, his cock hanging free as he flexes, not knowing he’s fully exposed for our view.

max born

Beneath the mask hides something darker than the mask itself. A broken soul, lost in emptiness. A twisted shadow wandering through the abandoned ruins. The silence there is never truly silent - whispers move through the dust, as if the walls themselves remember his presence. Legends say he carries with him the weight of a past too heavy to name, leaving only echoes in his wake. His name is whispered like a curse – he is the Chop Shop Guy!