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been digging through my oldest stuff to see if there’s anything i can dust off to fix or mess around with. i posted some variants of these here but they were fun to revisit and improve.
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more from my ongoing bar series. although i don’t think i’ve done many since i started doing videos.
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More of Jack & Ryan.
Midnight gymshark sess turns to 3am surprise! A 21yr beefcake hunky stud gets the Michelin-star treatment.
did some video tests of this scene in a bunch of different visual styles but i really liked how this particular one turned out and thought it deserved a standalone video.
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Abercrombie & Finch
JACK, 21, a Fratbro senior built like a linebacker and known on campus for never missing leg day or a party, leans against his white Jeep under the gas station lights with the lazy confidence of a kid who’s always landed on his feet, while RYAN, 18, his fraternity little brother—a blond, sharp-jawed stud with a surfer’s smile and a habit of talking his way out of trouble—waits by the door clutching an energy drink, unaware this is the last normal moment of their lives; minutes later, headlights cut the dark, masked figures spill from a black van, and in the blur of shouted orders and pounding blood, Jack realizes his strength means nothing and Ryan realizes charm won’t save him, because when they wake bound back-to-back in a warehouse smelling of oil and rust, pink tape sealing their mouths, both fratbros understand the same terrifying truth at once: whatever they were taken for has nothing to do with who they are—and everything to do with something they don’t remember doing.
They’d ruled Kappa Tide together JAX MONROE the undefeated college wrestler with ice-cold focus and RYDER KANE the golden-haired surfer who floated through life on charm and balance. Now they sat back-to-back in a dark warehouse wrists bound mouths taped. JAX counted time by his pulse while RYDER searched the silence for something that sounded like waves and found only footsteps. When the steel door at the far end began to rise a thin blade of light cut the floor and RYDER caught a familiar cologne in the air just as JAX realized whoever was coming knew them both.
Kidnapped buddies having their gags upgraded
Can’t have you boys waking up the neighbors. Shhh. There you go.