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Brian jerked awake at the sound of something crashing to the floor downstairs. Sitting up in bed he glanced at the small alarm clock on the nightstand besides his bed and saw that it was 11pm. As he sat wondering what to do, there came another crash from somewhere downstairs, this one less loud. ‘Maybe it’s a raccoon or possum that’s broken into the basement,’ he thought, turning on the lamp on the nightstand. ‘I’d hate to call the police for something stupid as that. I better go check.’ Tossing off his blankets, Brian slid out of bed and made his way to the stairs dressed in nothing but his white briefs, undershirt and socks. Slowly he descended the stairs, feeling more and more apprehensive as he neared the basement door. What if it wasn’t an animal and he was getting robbed? Should he check or just call the police? Pausing on the last step, he flipped the light switch and prepared to bolt if there was someone down there waiting. There wasn’t, just some large storage boxes stacked up around the room. Cautiously he left the safety of the stairs and walked deeper into the basement. There didn’t seem to be anything out of place. What could have caused the noise? Feeling foolish for being spooked, Brian turned to go back upstairs when a rustling sound from his storage closet made him freeze. ‘Run!’ his mind screamed as he turned and moved towards the closed closet door. Slowly, he opened the door just enough to poke his head in and see. At first all he saw was darkness, then there was a flash of green and something black and furry raced out of the room and up the stares. Brian smiled and let out a relieved sigh. It was only his cat, Marbles. “Hey, Marbles. Come back here so silly cammmpf!” His words where cut off as a thick cloth was pressed firmly over his mouth and nose. Startled, he inhaled sharply and smelled a sickly sweet odor from the cloth that made the room spin and the strength melt from his body. Weakly, he tried to pull away from his attacker but a strong arm wrapped itself around his chest from behind, pinning his arms so he couldn’t move. “Just relax, big guy. It’ll all be over soon. That’s right, close those big blue eyes of yours.” “Lemmmnnff.” His strength gone, Brian’s knees buckled and he sagged heavily against his attacker who lowered him to the ground. Fighting to stay conscious though unable to open his eyes or move a muscle, Brian felt himself being dragged backwards then placed carefully on a chair in what had to be in the storage closet. ‘What are you going to do with me?’ was the question he asked in his mind but what came out of his mouth was a low, garbled groan. His answer came in the form of a cloth being pressed to his nose and he knew nothing more. ********** It was pain that broke through Brian’s XXXX-addled mind, dragging him from the comfort of XXXX. His neck hurt, the muscles stiff and for a few minutes he was unable to move it. XXXX his heavy eyelids to open, he found himself gazing up at the wood beams of his storage closet’s ceiling. Grimacing with pain, he straightened his neck and tried to raise his hand to massage it but couldn’t move his arms. Looking down, he saw coils of white rope wrapped around his chest and upper arms, securing them tightly to his side. More rope was wound securely around his knees. Alarmed, he tried to stand up and found his ankles where also bound and that a rope was connected to them and to his tied wrists behind the chair. Ice, tingles of fear spread through him ad his heart began to beat painfully against his chest as he yanked desperately against his restraints. The chair he sat on wobbled and swayed as he struggled but the ropes held him trapped to it. Gasping for air as the ropes around his chest tightened with each struggle, Brian XXXX himself to calm down as he took stock of his situation. He was inside his storage closet, the door closed and a small hanging lamp his only light. Maybe the man who grabbed him took what he wanted and was gone, leaving him tied up as a precaution. Hoping that was the case, Brian took a deep breath and yelled as loud as he could. “Help! Help me! Someone, help!” Suddenly the door opened and a man walked in, dressed in dark clothing. Brian’s eyes widened and his heart dropped into his stomach. This had to be his attacker. “Glad to see you’re finally awake. I was afraid I gave you too much of the rag,” the man said, closing the door. Brian licked his lips and swallowed hard, his mouth dry with fear. “Look, take anything you want. If you’re looking for money it’s upstairs in my sock drawer. Just please, don’t hurt me.” The man smiled and Brian shivered at the hungry look on his face. “Thanks for telling me about the money. You’re one hot guy, especially tied up. Just looking at you gets my juices flowing. Had I known you where here, I would have brought my van. You’re car though should work fine though once I empty out the trunk.” “What do you mean? What are you going to do?” “You said to take anything I want. I’m going to take you.” Blood drain from Brian’s face and he started trashing wildly on the chair, trying to break free of his ropes as the man slowly approached him. “No, don’t! Help! Someone helmmmfff!” A large hand clamped over his mouth, cutting off his cries. Shaking his head, he tried to pull free but the hand held his head still, pressed against the man’s stomach in an iron grip. “Don’t waist your breath. You’re in a closet in a basement. I doubt anybody would hear you even if they where in this house. Face it, you’re mine and I’m going to have some fun with you before we go.” Breathing hard through his nose, Brian moaned as he squirmed helplessly on the chair as his captor stroked his face and slid his hand down his neck and across his chest. What sort of fun? Pressed tightly against the man, Brian could feel something hard poking him in the back and realized what his captor had in mind. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his captor holding something large and white. It was a rolled up shirt. “Open your mouth or I’ll break your nose,” the man warned, removing his hand from Brian’s mouth and gripping his nose hard. To afraid to resist, Brian opened his mouth wide and felt the thick rolled up shirt pulled across his mouth and secured tightly behind his head. The gag both filled his mouth and covered it, reducing his moans to muffled grunts. With both hands free, his captor focused on exploring his bound captive’s body. Placing one hand across Brian’s throat, he massaged his Adam’s apple while sliding his other hand across his shoulder and down into his undershirt to toy with his nipples. Protesting, Brian tried to twist free from the offending hands, jerking his body and leaning forward as much as the ropes would allow. “Don’t get yourself too tired, the real fun hasn’t started yet,” his captor warned, pulling him back against the chair and patting his face. “I’m going to go get more rope and then I’ll have a good look at that nice ass of yours.” “Nnnnommm! Hemm nnnemm ooom!” Brian pleaded, shaking his head. Ignoring his pleas, his captor smiled and ruffled his hair before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. Alone, Brian began rocking back and forth hard, twisting and tugging at his bound wrists. He had to get free before the guy came back and had his way with him. Biting the thick cloth between his teeth, Brian kicked his legs the best he could, hoping it would break the rope connecting them to his wrists. Pain shot up his arms with each tug and kick as the rope securing his wrists tightened. Refusing to give up, he continued to thrash on the chair, trying to ignore how alone and helpless he was, tied and gagged in a basement storage closet. Breathing hard and fast through his nose, exhausted from his struggles and covered in sweat, Brian mustered what little strength he had left and stretched out his legs as hard as he could while pulling his bound wrist back at the same time. Slowly, the rope connecting the two began to give and with one hard kick, Brian’s wrist and ankles where free of each other. Knowing it was only a matter of minutes before his captor came back, Brian struggled to stand without falling to the ground. His ankles and hands where almost numb from his struggles and with his knees and arms tied securely, he had a hard time standing up without wobbling. After a few failed attempts and almost crashing to his knees, Brian managed to stand up straight and keep his balance. Breathing hard through his nose, his hart racing from fear and adrenaline, Brian looked frantically around him for anything he could use to cut his ropes. There was a worktable in the far corner with some sharp instruments and a few nails sticking out from the wall where he hung things. Maybe if he could get to them he’d be able to somehow cut the ropes binding his arms. Casting a fearful glance over his shoulder at the door, he gave a little hop towards the table and nearly fell over. Regaining his balance, Brian was about to try again when the door opened and his captor entered the room holding a coiled up white rope. “Well, I see you’ve been busy. Can’t wait to get the fun started?” Brian’s eyes widened to the size of quarters as the man approached him and tried to hop away but lost his balance. He would have fallen had his captor not lunged forward and grab his arms. “Easy now. I don’t want you damaging that beautiful body of yours before I get a chance to play with it. For what I have planed I need to re-position and tie you up differently. This can be done the easy way, where you cooperate and as I say or we can do it the other way where I XXXX you out. Which is it going to be?” Knowing he was in no position to fight, Brian let his shoulders slum and XXXX his body to relax, showing he’d cooperate. This satisfied his captor who went to work untying the ropes around his chest and wrists. Biting his gag hard, Brian moaned with relief and pain as blood rushed into his arms and hands. Once he could move his arms, his captor ordered him to hold them out, wrists touching. Doing so, Brian watched with a sinking heart as rope was wound several times around them till it looked like he was wearing rope wristbands. His captor then pulled him over to a low hanging wood beam. “Stand underneath there and lift your arms up high. I want your wrists as close to the beam as possible.” Doing as he was told, Brian held his bound wrist against the plank, trying not to tremble as he did so. Dragging over a chair, his captor climbed up and began wrapping rope around the plank and between Brian’s arms a few times, pulling the rope tight so that his wrists where secured against the plank and his fingers couldn’t find the knots. “Mmm, I don’t know about you but I’m real horny right now,” his captor said, stepping down from the chair and kicking it away. “Seeing you tied up like this has me ready to explode.” “No! Emme gaww. Mmmmnnf!” Brian tried to twist away as arms wrapped around his waist and hugged him tight. A hand grabbed his crotch and started to massage it through his underpants till it was hard and straining against the fabric. “Very nice. I’m going to go grab that money you mention and also your car keys. After we finish here, I’m going to pack you up and take you home. Then the real fun will start.” Shaking his head insistently, Brian yanked hard on his bound wrists as his captor gave his ass a slap before walking to the door and leaving the room. As soon as the door closed, Brian began struggling like mad. Biting down hard on the cloth covering his mouth, he yanked frantically at the rope holding his wrists tied to the plank, trying to loosen it without success. Sweat trickled down his face as he leaned forward then back, hoping his weight would be enough to maybe break the plank but all it did was hurt his arms. Hopelessly trapped, Brian threw back his head and screamed as loud as he could. “Heemmmmmfff!” Just then the door opened. His captor had returned. Looking over his shoulder, Brian almost inhaled his gag when he saw what was in the man’s hands. A blue, 9inch dildo and a tube of anal lubrication. “It’s amazing what some people keep buried in their sock drawer. Talk about a lucky find. Lets see, I’ll warm you up with this then when you’re nice and loose, I’ll plow that sweet, firm ass of yours hard. Sound good?” Brian moaned and gave his wrists a hard yank as he watched the man squirt some lub in his hand and greased the dildo with it. Setting the tube down, his captor walked up behind him and poked his left butt cheek with the dildo. “Now, lets get started, shall we?” The End
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The stairs creaked as Greg slowly creeped down into the basement. Huge an unnatural cob webs hung from every crevice. an eery light filled the room. “Hello? Anybody down here?”, Greg said, almost to low to be heard. In the darkness, Greg swore he could hear chittering and scuttling, as if something large was moving around just out of reach of the light. “Hey! I know you’re down here!” Greg reached the bottom of the stairs. The basement was quiet. To quiet.. Suddenly a black shapeless form flew at Greg. Before he could react, a huge spider was on his back! Greg didn't’ even have time to struggle before he collapsed to the floor, entirely at the mercy of monstrous arachnid that twittered nearby. Fade to Darkness.. When Greg awoke, his night mare began. He was bound in think sticky webbing, mummifying him. Vainly, Greg tested his bonds. His hands and feet were bound. even his mouth was covered, gagging him so he could not yell for help. Greg’s eye’s widened as he saw the spider slowly creeping towards him until it was literally standing on his chest, it’s huge fangs twitching! Greg let out a muffled scream and.. “Cut! Cut cut cut! Damn it! I said EMOTE!”, the director screamed. Behind him, the film crew for “Curse of the Were Spider” let out a collective sigh. How many takes was this going to need? Lying on the hard concrete floor while a cheesy looking rubber spider waved it’s legs , Greg was in no mood. Unfortunately, his quest for realism, the director had required that Greg really be bound and gagged. While the Director could yell at him, Greg couldn't’ yell back. REALISM?! Greg had a rubber spider on his chest. The movie was about a Were spider. What the hell was a Were Spider, anyway? By the second, Greg was really wishing he had taken that commercial for the haemorrhoid creme. “Ok everybody, take ten. We’ll come back at this fresh.”, The Director ordered. Thank God, Thought Greg. These ropes were tight. His whole body ached. Wait, where was everybody going? Greg heard the door shut as the film crew left the basement, leaving him still tied up on the floor. “Mmmmm? Mmmmmph!”, Greg moaned. Oh funny guys, Greg muttered behind the gag. Now come back and fucking untie me! Guys? Uhh Hello? The room was silent. No one was coming back. Greg moaned curses through the gag over his mouth. Greg wiggled his hands and ankles but the ropes held. What kind of sicko was the director anyway that he had insisted they Greg be really tied up. Desperately Greg struggled as he thought of all the ways he would was going to beat the shit out of the Director. This latest indignity was just the last straw. Through out the filming, Greg had to listen to the Director call Greg’s acting wooden and uninspired. Greg had no idea how long he had been left tied up but he did know he wasn’t making any headway. Greg rolled helpless on the floor like a bound worm. Greg was so intent on his vain struggles that he almost didn't’ notice the movement in the dark corner of the room. Did the spider just move? But there was no one here to operate the controls lying on he floor. No, Greg must have imagined it. “Mmmmmmmmmppphhh!” Greg yelled. But no one was there. Again, Greg saw movement from the corner where the rubber spider lay. It had moved! But he was alone. The controls were unmanned. Slowly the spider’s thin legs began to twitch and drag itself closer to Greg, inch by inch. And Greg was utterly helpless against it. He could only stare wide eyed as the horrid thing dragged itself closer to him, it’s fangs flexing hungrily. “Mmm! MMMMMMMM!!!!” Greg yelled as he thrashed around wildly in a vain attempt at escape. Meanwhile in the other room, the Director was talking ot the special effects guy and the camera man. “So this is the alternate remote?”, The Director asked. “Oh yeah, I wired the whole thing. So you don't’ need to even be in the room.. ” “And you left he camera rolling?”, the director asked his cameraman. “Yep, we should be getting everything.” The Director smiled evilly. After years of working on these B movies and punk ass actors, he had learned how to motivate the talent. The End Greg played by Rod Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/30/2007
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Model: Attila Created : 10/30/2015
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“Do you see how the process works?” The Man in Grey asked his two prisoners. “Rather elegant in it’s simplicity, don’t you agree?”
OF course neither prisoner could respond, being gagged with heavy tape. Ropes bound each man to chairs.
But most unusually each man had a strange hairy creature clutching their heads!
“You see the mind spiders, a rather cliche name I know but it is descriptive.. the mind spiders must rest on the victims head, slowly molding the brain until it is more.. receptive to the commands I wish to give.”
“Mmmmmpphh!?”, one of the victims moaned desperately through his gag.
“Yes that is why I am afraid I must keep both you gentlemen bound and gagged for the foreseeable future. My poor pets need some time to make adjustment sot a human brain.”
Both of the bound men could only look on in helpless XXXX!
“But do not worry. Once my pets have done their work I will release you so you both can go out and find me MORE fresh recruits!”
Model: Garret
Model: CLiff
Photography by Zac
Date of Production: 10/26/2015
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Model: Bobby
Bad Guy: Kevin
Date of Production: 07/23/2015
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Model: Tony
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:06/29/2006
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Model: Arturo
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/04/2008
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The car in the driveway was gone.
The back window had been left open
The owner was no where to be seen
This was going to be so easy, thought Dan. Dan knew that Mr. Fritzpatrick had all sorts of expensive stuff. He had seen it when he had been inside the house, getting paid for doing Fitzpatrick’s yard work. So Dan had made sure the last time he got paid that the window was left open and unlocked just enough so that no one would notice. All Dan had to do was sneak in and grab the stuff.
Dan snuck behind the house. Really he didn’t even have to since everyone was used to him being there doing yard work. Dan slid open the window, lifted himself up inside the house and...
... felt a foul smelling rag over his mouth! Dan fought but he was already off balance being half inside and half outside. Soon everything went black.
Dan awoke with a head ache. And his hands and feet tied. And his mouth gagged with a bandanna tied tightly into his mouth.
“Mmmmpphh!”, Dan moaned as he struggled to get free. Unfortunately the ropes only seemed to get tighter as he fought his bondage.
Dan looked around. He was Mr. Fitzpatrick’s living room. IF only he could make it to the kitchen, Dan could find a knife and cut himself free.
Just then the door knob to the font door opened and in walked Mr. Fitzpatrick.
“Still here? Good. “Mr. Fitzpatrick commented as if he was talking about the weather. “I am very disappointed in you Daniel. Trying to burgle my home like that. So I am afraid you will have to stay a while while we work this out.”
To Be Continued?
Model: Dante
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/23/2015
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Model: Ron Jeffries
Photography By Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/20/2013
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Model:Uriah
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/20/2011
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Model: Kent
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/21/2006
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Model: Bobby Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10-14-2015
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Todd was hot. Danny hated to admit it but he was. Todd was also an asshole. Somehow with only a very small amount of power, he had managed to become a tyrant. He ordered people around like he owned the place, ignored complaints and screwed over the other workers.
But Todd was hot and the boss must have thought so too because he gave Todd far too much slack. With but a word Todd could have anyone he wanted fired. Like Danny. Danny didn’t even know what he had done wrong. H e always showed up on time. He put up with Todd’s shit. But apparently Todd didn’t like how the gay guy looked at him.
That was Todd’s first mistake.
Todd didn’t see Danny when he went to get in his expensive car. XXXX was so easy to get nowadays and Todd went under like a light. His hands bound behind his back, Todd was shoved into the trunk of Danny’s car and off they went.
“Let me go you fucking maniac!”, Todd yelled when he woke up.
“Get your hands off me pervert”, Todd screamed as his legs were tied.
“Mmmmpphhh!”, Todd moaned as tape was plastered over his mouth.
Danny admired his captive. Asshole of not, Todd was hot. In fact, he was even hotter when he was tied up. Danny’s mind raced with all the things he would do that cute boy before he was done.
Todd was in a fit of rage, struggling like a crazy person against his ropes. He kicked and squirmed on Danny’s couch like a worm. A hot sexy worm, Danny thought.
“Nnnpphhmmmm!” Todd grunted and Danny could imagine what he was saying. You’ll never get away with this. Normally Danny would have agreed. There were not normal times however. Danny wasn’t quite as clueless as Todd thought. He had looked at the records Todd had so carelessly left laying out one day. Danny had read them and understood that the figures were not what they should have been. Todd was a very hot but bad boy.
That was Todd’s second mistake.
Danny enjoyed the show for a while longer. Watching Todd struggle was really turning Danny on. His supervisor was now his to control and do with as he pleased. The rush of power caused a charge to go down his spine and into his pants.
Danny sauntered over to Todd and began to feel up his former boss. Of course Todd resisted btu there was nothing the bound and gagged man could do about it.
Danny removed Todd’s tie and unbuttoned his expensive shirt. Todd put up a fit, struggling vain to get away from his perverted horny XXXX.
Until Danny held up the files he had left with on before he got fired. Security always watched you when you get fired but not before. But Todd knew what those files meant. He knew he was fucked in more ways then one.
Danny pulled the tape gag off but Todd didn't’ get a word in edgewise before his tie was wedged between his teeth.
Danny lifted Todd’s t short over his head ot expose his chest.
Looking at his bound and gagged toy, Danny decided getting fired was the best thing that could have happened to him.
The End
Tod Played by Darien
Photography by Caitiff
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Model: Hank Created: 10/03/2015 Photographer: Slade
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Model: Arturi
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/04/2008
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Model: Dante Model: Lex Photgraphy by Nick007 and Caitiff Date of Production: 7-18-2015
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Brett Hardman is a high priced tough arrogant lawyer. He works like a tiger every day and when he comes home from the office he needs his Hot Shower. He stays in the shower for at least an hour, admirering his well toned body in the full length miirror across from the bath tub. His Cock is always hard when he looks at his own reflection in his mirror. Mr. Hardman wanks off several times during this shower routine of his. Always eating his own cum as it is a great source of protein. Mr. Hardman had to fire his young houseboy/man. When he arrived home early several days ago he found Hank sitting on the floor of the laundry room sniffing his white tight soiled briefs, and Hank had also placed several pairs of his black over the calf dress sheer nylon socks in his mouth. He had a silk sock (to be hand washed as they all were) over his rock hard 9 inch penis."What the fuck is this, I thought you were straight now I find out your a Faggot who sniffs soiled briefs" He barked. Mr. Hardman prides himself on being a cunt man, Ladies only. He bedded them by the score. "Your fired, Now get the fuck out of here and as for you severance pay you can take all my used briefs you've been sniffing. But leave the black silk and sheer nylon socks, Get that silk sock off your prick" He screamed, But before Hank could remove the silk dress sock he came in it. "Shit" "Ok keep that one" He smirked. Hank scrambled to his feet and rearranged his Levis and replaced his boots and with his beautiful head hung low walked out of the apt. Hank had long black hair tied into a ponytail and was 6ft 3in tall . He glanced around and said" Please sir, give me another chance" "Fuck you fag and Fuck the horse you road in on" Hank left . "Revenge is a dish best served cold" Hank thought, He waited several weeks, then along with his Buddy Mike followed Mr. Hardman home from the office. Hank had made a spare key to the apt. His boss did not know of this. Brett came home and removed his expensive grey English suit and hand made wing-tipped shoes then his starched thin cotton shirt removing the cuff links , then his power silk tie . His while silk undershirt and black silk boxer shorts came next. then his black garters which held up his sheer black nylon over the calf men's hose. He stepped into the shower. Ran the water hot and got an instant hard-cock. Hank & Mike listened at the door and then mad their move and entered the apt. They had brought five large black trash bags. for they were going to steal all every fucking stitch of mr. Brett Hardman's clothing. They approached the bathroom and with ski masks over their faces and concealed items in their hands kicked opened the door. "What the fuck hey who are you" Brett screamed. ",Please don't hurt me, take my money and jewelry it's on the dresser." "We will". Hank took a piece of rope and proceeded to tied his former bosses hands together." No don't" Brett was crying. They then shoved a ball gag into his sobbing mouth. "MMMFFFFFFPPPLLLUUZZZZZDOOOONNTT" Brett moaned. Hank pinched his nipples and they got rock hard.."You a fucking queer? He said. Hank had changed his voice lowering it. "NNOOOOOMMPPPP" "Bullshit, Fag , Your fucking dick is hard" hahaha With that they bound his hands above his head, fastening them to the shower bar pole. They grabbed his balls and played with his dick, he was sobbing like a baby. Mike stated to finger fucked him while Hank jerked him off. They pulled his facial hair and threatened to shave him completely if he told the cops. They you see had a video camera going without sound and they said if Brett told anyone they would send the tape to his office and place it on the internet. Brett nodded, he knew he was lost and defeated and humiliated. Hank went over and pissed on him, His warm urine running down Brett's hot body. He then Jerked Him off. Brett moaned and cried tears sobbing into his ball gag. mmmffffffppplluussszzzhis wimplering softly. He CAM a great load and Hank took his cum and wiped it in his hair. Then both Hank and Mike Jerked themselves off on to Brett's public hair laughing as they did so. “Let blow this dump now”. And with that they collect every piece of fine clothing Brett Hardman possessed. Even his gym socks and jockstraps and shorts. Suits and Tuxedo's dozens of them countless shoes and over 100 ties and underwear and silk and sheer nylon socks all over the calf, many pairs of garters. WOW. All wore the same size in shoes and suits. They were headed for Chicago and they needed a high priced wardrobe as the were joining an expensive escort service. They could not wait to get this piece of video tape on the internet. What fun revenge can be. The End Brett Hardman played by Lyle Photography by Caitiff
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Model: Amaro
PHotography by Marco Grieco
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Date of Production: 11-30-2023
Tags: beard, hairy, hand cuff, jock strap, bare foot, cleave gag
25 photos; 3:49 video
Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/09/2025
Tags: twink, underwear, bare foot, hog tie, cleave gag
30 photos; 4:10 video
Model: Patrick
Bad Guy played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/15/2025
Tags: gagging, hand gag, stuff gag, otm gag, socks, twink, dominated
25 photos; 5:07 video
Model:Adrien Fowler
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/01/2025
Tags: nude, twink, hog tie, bare foot, nudity, dick tie, cleave gag, grope, fondle, tattoos
30 photos; 5:40 video
Model: Holden Cox
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/05/2025
Tags: cleave gag, twink, socks, office, tape gag, taped up
20 photos; 3:11 video
Model: Liam Starr
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/11/2025
Tags: twink, cleave gag, underwear, socks, shirtless, hog tie
20 photos; 3:23 video
He's never been tied up before.
Bondage Newbie: Justin Johns
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/09/2025
Tags: hog tie, cleave gag, socks
30 photos; 2:50 video
Stick Around
Christopher Rotten had a reputation for getting a story. Running his own website where he vowed to tell the truth, no matter how salacious it may be and no matter how much it may offend someone. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do to get to the bottom of a juicy story.
Because of this, Christopher's reputation surpassed him and one day, Christopher found himself coming home to an unwanted guest. As Christopher eyed the man with suspicion and an unwise amount of disdain, the man dragged Christopher into the house.
Christopher had struggled in the man's grip and soon was tackled to the ground. Christopher tried reasoning with the man but it was to no avail. The man grew tired of Christopher's resistance and proceeded tie and gag Christopher tightly.
As Christopher tried to free himself, the man checked his whole house from top to bottom. Finding all of Christopher's files, the man destroyed them with efficiency, including any potential back up files that had been lying around.
A confused Christopher continued to struggle to free himself but the man had done such a great job in keeping him bound. The man admires Christopher's attempts to free himself before coldly telling Christopher why he was bound and gagged.
Christopher had no choice but to listen to the man telling him some harsh truths about his brutal methods for getting stories and the lives that Christopher had ruined through his website. Christopher tried to justify his actions but the man doesn't allow him to.
Christopher's left with a stern warning to keep his nose out of business that doesn't concern him or the next visit won't be pleasant.
The End
Bound Guy played by Christopher Rotten
Bad Guy played by Adrien Fowler
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/08/2025
Tags: bad guy, grabbed, hand gag, gagging, cleave gag, suit, plot, hog tie, socks, story