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!

Nothing too crazy – just bareback boys getting in deep, leaving holes stretched and dripping.

Rough, slippery, and totally unfiltered. Expect hands in places they don’t belong and satisfaction all around.

Our cam captures a young stud as he slowly undresses, exposing his smooth skin and rock-hard cock while getting lost in his own pleasure!

These young punks can’t resist the thrill – or each other. A hot car session leads to some deep-throat action, belly-spunk finish, and some raw ass-pounding action that’ll leave ‘em wanting more.

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!