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Flying high with the Monster Energy - Keith Sayers Freestyle Motocross show!

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Hyundai Air & Sea Show

Miami, Florida 2021

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Yellowfin tuna catches prey with speed and precision

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Sergeants Blackmailing Captain

The humid jungle air clung to their sweat-soaked uniforms as Captain Daniel Koh led his squad through the dense underbrush. The exercise had been grueling—hours of navigating vines, crossing streams, and evading mock enemy positions under the relentless tropical sun. Sergeant Beng, with his broad shoulders and perpetual scowl, hacked at a low branch with his machete. Beside him, Sergeant Muthu wiped sweat from his dark brow, his muscular frame glistening. Sergeant Aidil, the youngest, trailed slightly, his lean body tense from the exertion.

Daniel paused at a small clearing, his heart pounding from the march. He wiped his forehead, trying to shake off the fatigue, but a strange tension knotted in his gut. The isolation of the jungle amplified everything—the rustle of leaves, the distant calls of birds, the heavy breathing of his men. He turned to them, voice firm. 'We're taking a short break here. Hydrate and regroup in five.'

The sergeants nodded, dropping their packs and gulping from canteens. Beng stretched his arms, his shirt clinging to his powerful chest. Muthu leaned against a tree, eyes scanning the perimeter out of habit. Aidil sat on a log, catching his breath. Daniel busied himself checking his map, but he felt their eyes on him, lingering a beat too long. The air felt thicker, charged with unspoken strain from the endless drill.

'Captain,' Beng said suddenly, his voice low and gravelly, stepping closer. 'This heat's got us all fucked up. Need more than water to cool down.'

Daniel looked up, frowning. 'Focus, Sergeant. We're not here to complain.' But Beng didn't back off. Instead, he smirked, glancing at Muthu and Aidil, who straightened up, exchanging nods. Aidil pulled out his phone subtly, switching it to record mode and propping it against his pack to capture the scene.

Muthu chuckled, a deep rumble. 'He's right, sir. Been watching you bark orders all day. Maybe it's time we unwind our way.'

Daniel's brow furrowed deeper. 'What the hell are you talking about? Get back to—' His words cut off as Aidil moved in from the side, quick and silent, grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back. Daniel struggled, surprise flashing across his face. 'Aidil! Let go, that's an order!'

But Aidil's grip tightened, his other hand clamping over Daniel's mouth. 'Sorry, sir. Orders change. And smile for the camera—it's rolling.' He nodded toward the phone, its lens glinting in the dappled light.

Daniel's eyes widened in panic, thrashing harder. 'Camera? You fuckers—turn that off!' But Beng lunged forward, pinning Daniel's other arm while Muthu stripped the captain's belt away, yanking his pants down to his ankles in one rough pull. Daniel's cock, half-hard from the adrenaline, bobbed free, but he kicked out, trying to connect with Muthu's shin.

'Get off me, you bastards!' Daniel snarled once Aidil released his mouth, but Beng shoved him down onto the damp jungle floor, knees digging into the soft earth. The captain's shirt ripped open under Muthu's hands, exposing his toned chest heaving with rage and fear. 'This is mutiny. I'll have you all court-martialed! And delete that footage now!'

Beng laughed, a harsh bark, as he knelt over Daniel's chest, his massive thighs straddling the captain's ribs. 'Court-martial? Out here? No one's coming, sir. We've been itching for this. You push us too hard—time to push back. And this video? It's insurance. One wrong move, and it goes to everyone—your superiors, the base, hell, even online.' He ground his crotch against Daniel's sternum, the bulge in his fatigues swelling visibly, while checking the phone's angle with a grin.

Muthu grabbed Daniel's wrists, binding them tightly with a thick vine from the ground—looping it multiple times for a secure knot, then tying the ends to a nearby root to stretch his arms out. 'Yeah, Captain. You're gonna take it like a good soldier. Or should I say, our bound bitch. Open that mouth.' He unzipped his pants, pulling out his thick, veined cock, already stiff and leaking at the tip. Daniel turned his head away, lips pressed tight, but Aidil gripped his jaw with bruising force, forcing it open while slapping his cheek sharply.

'No—mmph! Stop filming this!' Daniel's protest choked off as Muthu thrust forward, shoving his cock past the captain's teeth and deep into his mouth. The salty tang of pre-cum flooded Daniel's tongue, and he gagged, eyes watering as Muthu gripped his hair and started pumping steadily, the vine creaking against his pulls. 'Suck it, sir. That's an order now. And look at the camera—show how much you love it.'

Daniel's body bucked, trying to spit him out, but Beng pinned him harder, reaching down to squeeze the captain's balls roughly, twisting just enough to make him yelp around the invading shaft. 'Fight all you want. Makes it hotter. But remember, every whimper's on tape.' Aidil, meanwhile, had stripped his own pants off, his long cock curving upward as he knelt behind Daniel's head. He spat on his fingers and jammed them into the captain's ass without warning, twisting to stretch the virgin-tight hole, then added a sharp slap to the exposed cheeks for good measure.

Daniel's muffled cry vibrated around Muthu's shaft, his hips jerking up off the ground. 'Tight little ass,' Aidil murmured, adding a third finger, scissoring them wide while delivering another stinging smack that echoed in the clearing. 'Bet you've never taken dick before, huh? We're gonna ruin you, and the whole world will see if you don't play along.' The captain's skin reddened under the impacts, each one heightening the burn in his stretched hole.

Tears of humiliation and pain stung Daniel's eyes as he choked on Muthu's relentless thrusts, the sergeant's balls slapping his chin with each drive. Beng shifted, pulling his own girthy cock free—thick as a wrist—and slapped it against Daniel's cheek, then used the captain's discarded belt to whip lightly across his thighs, leaving red welts. 'My turn soon. Keep that throat open, or this belt gets busier.'

After minutes of face-fucking that left Daniel's jaw aching and drool spilling down his chin, Muthu pulled out with a wet gasp. 'Fuck, he's good when he stops fighting.' He stroked himself, aiming at Daniel's face, and groaned as he came, hot ropes of cum splattering across the captain's lips, nose, and forehead, the phone capturing every degrading drop. 'Swallow what lands in your mouth, cum dump. Say it for the camera.'

Daniel sputtered, spitting out what he could, but Beng was already there, ramming his thicker cock into the sloppy mouth. 'Taste that? That's just the start. Beg for more, sir—loud and clear.' He fucked harder, grunting with each plunge, his hips snapping forward while yanking the vine to arch Daniel's back painfully. Daniel's bound hands clenched into fists behind him, his own cock traitorously hardening from the rough handling, pre-cum beading at the slit despite the terror gripping his chest.

Aidil withdrew his fingers, lining up his cock instead. 'Hold him steady,' he said to Muthu, who grabbed Daniel's hips and spread them wider, immobilizing him completely. Aidil pushed in slow at first, the head breaching the resistant ring of muscle, then paused to deliver a series of hard slaps to Daniel's ass, turning it a deep pink. 'Scream for us, Captain.' Daniel screamed around Beng's dick, the sound garbled and desperate as Aidil slammed the rest of his length inside, balls-deep in one brutal thrust, the camera zooming in on the penetration.

The captain's body arched against the restraints, pain lancing through him as Aidil started pounding, each withdrawal pulling at his insides before slamming back in, punctuated by occasional belt lashes from Beng across his chest. 'Feels like a vice, sir. Gonna flood this hole while the evidence piles up.' The wet squelch of Aidil's cock pistoning in and out filled the clearing, mixing with Beng's grunts, Daniel's choked whimpers, and the sergeants' taunting laughter.

'Look at him leak,' Muthu observed, reaching under to stroke Daniel's erection roughly, then pinching the sensitive head until he bucked. 'Captain likes being our bitch. Admit it—tell the camera you're our slave.' Daniel shook his head frantically, but his hips bucked involuntarily into the touch. Beng came next, roaring as he buried deep in Daniel's throat, cum erupting straight down his gullet. He held there, forcing Daniel to gulp it down or choke, the overflow bubbling from his lips. 'Drink it all, you whore. Good little cum receptacle.'

Pulling out, Beng smeared the last spurts over Daniel's tongue and checked the phone, adjusting it for a better view. Aidil sped up, his thrusts erratic, slapping Daniel's ass rhythmically. 'Here it comes—gonna breed you. Say thank you, sir.' With a final shove, he unloaded, hot seed pumping into Daniel's ass, filling him until it leaked out around the shaft. Daniel sobbed, the fullness overwhelming, but Aidil stayed plugged in, grinding to push it deeper while twisting a nipple viciously. 'Thank... you,' Daniel gasped when Aidil pulled free, voice hoarse and broken.

The sergeants swapped positions seamlessly, their stamina fueled by the power shift and the thrill of capturing it all. Muthu took Aidil's place at Daniel's ass, his cock sliding into the cum-slicked hole with ease. 'Sloppy seconds already. Love breaking in a bound hole like this.' He fucked deep and slow at first, savoring the clench, then built to a punishing rhythm, hands bruising Daniel's hips as he used the vine to hoist one leg higher, exposing him more to the lens.

Beng moved to the front, but Aidil wanted the mouth now. 'My turn to throat-fuck the boss. Open wide, or I pause the fun and send a clip right now.' He gripped Daniel's hair, yanking his head back and shoving in, the captain's lips stretching wide around his girth. Daniel's protests were gone now, reduced to exhausted gags as they used him like a ragdoll, Aidil occasionally pulling out to slap his face with the wet cock.

'Pound that ass, Muthu,' Beng encouraged, stroking himself back to hardness while watching and narrating for the recording. 'Make him our personal cum rag. Beg for the whip if you want mercy, Captain.' Muthu obliged, slapping Daniel's cheeks with each thrust, the impacts echoing, then grabbing the belt to deliver sharp cracks across his back. 'You hear that, sir? That's us owning you. Say it—say you're our cum dump slave.'

Daniel tried to shake his head, but Aidil pinched his nose shut, forcing him to suck harder for air, the vine digging into his wrists as he strained. When he gasped, Muthu repeated, 'Say it! Or this video hits your wife's phone first.'

'I'm... your cum dump slave,' Daniel rasped around Aidil's cock, voice breaking, shame burning in his chest as the words echoed for the camera.

'Good boy,' Beng praised, kneeling to jerk off onto Daniel's chest, adding to the mess while tracing welts with his fingers. Muthu came soon after, grunting as he filled Daniel's ass further, the overflow dripping down his thighs, captured in high definition. Aidil followed, pulling out to shoot across Daniel's face, mixing with the drying cum already there, smearing it in with his thumb. 'Wear it like a badge, sir.'

But they weren't done—the BDSM edge sharpened the thrill, turning reluctance into raw submission. Beng untied the vine briefly only to reposition Daniel onto his knees, rebinding his hands behind his back and looping another vine around his neck like a leash, tugging it to control his movements. 'Round two. Ass up, head down, cum dump.' Daniel whimpered, too worn to resist fully as Beng mounted him from behind, his massive cock splitting the abused hole open again. 'Gonna wreck this while you crawl for the camera.' He rutted like an animal, deep and forceful, yanking the leash to choke Daniel lightly with each thrust.

Muthu and Aidil took turns feeding their cocks into Daniel's mouth from the front, holding his head steady. 'Take it deeper,' Muthu urged, pushing until Daniel retched, tears streaming. 'We're just getting started. You'll be leaking our loads all day, and this film's your new chain.' Aidil laughed breathlessly, whipping the belt across Daniel's shoulders. 'Yeah, walk funny back to base, Captain. Let everyone know what happened—or we make sure they do.'

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Imagine going gliding and you look down and the fields are on fire! Made for a very dramatic photo at least...

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Flippin’ ‘eck! What a high octane shot top notch #wildographertofollow @jeffreywuphotography #Wildography #wildographyandsafaris #magicalkenya #kenyasafari #actionshot #cheetah (at Masai Mara, Kenya) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqP_NdJsmWK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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