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

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!

A buff guy reveals all in the solarium, unaware of the camera capturing his every moment of pleasure and seduction!

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!

The party begins! Stripped down, chained up, and desperate for attention, these guys get their hands dirty.

The ultimate showdown of muscle and machinery. With straps, ropes, and pounding machines, these tough boys are stretched, stuffed, and dripping by the end. Raw, relentless, and no one’s backing down—just wall-to-wall action that pushes every boundary.