Tyler File 2

May 012025

Cast: Tyler (aka Tyler Scot), 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Outdoor, Pissing, Ring Ga
Video language: English

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My body is covered in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, nearly true. It comes back to me in flashes. Like in a storm, how the lightening reveals everything for a brief moment. And then all is dark one greater amount time. I watch a house in a small city I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as boy throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My friend tyler is in the bathtub groaning and convulsing with face hole taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to assist her. I can’t even aid myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Fellow stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do instantly, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when that guy nears. My flesh is famished to feel its burn. Dude touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then harder, so this red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then boy drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tensely into my clit. I yell and scream in ecstasy. I am staked out with arms and legs widen wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, body motionless and drenched with oil. Exhausted and unable to struggle, I am nothing but a lifeless, slimy mass of body, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin surrounded by woods and this same man with this same grin. Boy strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like 2 dogs on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and that chub looks back to smirk at our absurd waddling walk. The harsh, splintery dildo shoved unfathomable into my vagina pokes and prods with any step, searching for a tender spot. Chap tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, naked, powerless, and fixed. Merely able to communicate with desperate eyes and muffled shrieks. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of them, facing each other. And we are fastened to them, charged to share our suffering. Oral cavities stuffed with wooden gags, our yells mingle to create a single, torturous tune. I see tyler writhe beneath the cords, rubbing her touchy body against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. Female is trapped. And so am I. Boy strikes her with a thin tree branch until tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the sound of any stroke and glance down at my own supersensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come soon enough. The last thing I recall: that chub is grumbling and tossing me into a cavity. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think boy said. Lad covers me in dirt packed vigorously up to my neck. Dude brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my face hole, that guy unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then man walks away, abandoning us. I am left with this pic in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated flesh baptized with the piss of our captor. Just the thought sends chills crawling down my spine. But I am safe at home. And there is no man in black. Because it was all just a fantasy . Right?

Format: mp4
Duration: 32:35
Video: 3840×2160, AVC (H.264), 4783kbps
Audio: 118kbps