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Evan Jordie – Bound & Edged By Van Darkholme & Miles Fallon
Evan Jordie – Bound & Edged By Van Darkholme & Miles Fallon
Evan Jordie, Van Darkholme, and Miles Fallon unleash a military BDSM inferno in this Men On Edge spectacle—a relentless edging odyssey where discipline becomes depravity.
Evan Jordie, bound and blindfolded as a soldier, used and edged by Van Darkholme and Miles Fallon, is a feast for the eyes. You are about to watch a military BDSM spectacle, filmed in the classic Men On Edge style, featuring the master of all masters Van Darkholme, who knows how to bring a man to the edge and keep him there for hours.
Evan, the sculpted soldier, marches into Dr. Van’s office expecting routine checks… but leaves drenched in sweat, spit, and denial. Van, the sadistic maestro, straps Evan down with military-grade ropes, blindfolds him with leather, and stuffs a plastic gag between his teeth. “You’re not here to cum, Private. You’re here to suffer.”
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Miles, the devious assistant, kicks things off by stroking Evan’s cock to a throbbing stand, his tongue flicking the precum-slicked head. Van cranks the torment—slapping Hitachi wands on Evan’s swollen tip and nuts, vibrating him to the brink. “Beg,” Van orders, and Evan does, hips jerking, voice muffled by the gag: “P-please, sir—let me!” Denied.
Reborn on the gynecological chair, Evan’s legs splay wide as Van uses a silicon toy, milking his cock with rough, rhythmic tugs. Miles finger-fucks him in tandem, scissoring his hole until Evan’s screams shake the walls. “Filthy little soldier,” Van sneers, “You’d blow in 10 seconds if we let you.”
The foot fetish finale? Miles devours Evan’s sweaty, smelly feet—sucking each toe, licking the salty arch—while Van watches, hard in his uniform. Evan’s cock, purple and leaking, twitches as Miles mounts him, riding his shaft with a “Sir, yes sir!” grind. “Cum, you desperate slut,” Van barks, and Evan explodes, ropes firing into Miles’ ass as his back arches off the chair.
The camera lingers on Evan’s trembling, cum-glazed body—KinkMen’s signature blend of cruelty and craving, where uniforms aren’t just worn… they’re stained.
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