Home Invasion by Sammy

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Chad was exhausted, he needed the overtime but all the extra hours at work were taking their toll. He had finally gotten some time off and he was going to get some much deserved XXXX. After stripping down to his boxer-briefs he laid down. Soon his eyelids began getting heavy as he drifted off to XXXX. It was not long before he woke with a start; when he opened his eyes he was staring down the barrel of a concealed item! Behind the concealed item a hefty man in a ski mask was glaring down at him. “Well, looks like XXXX beuty is awake.” “What do you mmmMMffFFFHHHhhh?!” Before Chad could finish the sentence the hefty man was beside him in bed with a meaty hand clamped over his mouth and the concealed item still pointed at him. “You, talk to much. Shut, the hell up!” growled the hefty man. Chad struggled futilely against the mans hand-gag. Even with only one arm holding him Chad just was not strong enough to break loose. “MMmmFFffetMMHHGo” “Keep it up and you will be sorry”, hissed the hefty man as he raised the concealed item and aimed it at Chad. Chad immediately went XXXX and passive. “Good. good I like my guys nice and submissive. Now here is the deal, this is a robbery I am going to have a look around and see if there is anything I want. But right now I don’t want you getting in my way.” From out of nowhere the man pulled out several lengths of rope and began wrapping them tightly around Chad’s arms and legs. Chad started protesting as the hefty man began binding him up. “Please don’t tie that tight rope around me. It really hurts. Chad could feel each coil of the rough rope bite deeply into his tender flesh. “Ouch,” moaned Chad. “I really dommmFFFhhh, MMMMpppHHHH. “ The hefty man XXXX a green bandana beween his teeth and tied the loose ends securely behind his head. “I told you to shut, the hell up. And just to make sure you stay quiet ...”, the man slathered a sticky piece of duct tape over Chad’s mouth also. When the hefty man had securely gagged Chad he finished tying him up. He had tied Chad’s hands behind his back and also tied his ankles and knees together. Chad strained against the ropes as the man walked out of the bed room to look around the house. No matter how hard he tried he was unable to get free. He stretched and pulled and finally manged to sit up on the bed. The rope kept biting deeper into his skin and his muscles throbbed from all the struggling. Chad also could not hide the fact that everything that had happened so far had him so turned on. If it had not been that he was also scared for his life he would be enjoying himself. After taking a break for few seconds Chad staggered to his feet and began slowly hopping towards the door. If he could just reach the door and slip out the back way he would be safe. With each hop the door got closer; just as he reached the door, it burst open and XXXX him off his feet. Chad lay on the floor dazed from the fall and looking up at the hefty man in the ski mask. “So, trying to escape, huh?” “Well guess I will just have to make sure you are not gonna be anymore trouble. “ The man pounced on Chad and using more rope he quickly pulled his legs and arms into a very painful hogtie.” Chad, howled in pain behind the gag. Then the man hefted Chad onto the dresser. “This should keep you out of trouble.” Chad struggle a litle on top of the dresser. The pain was so exquisite, that there was no denying how aroused he was now; even the man noticed. “Well, well nothing else in your house is worth a shit but it seems that I finally found something I want”, he said as he approached and slid his hand down the back of Chad’s underwear. “Yes, that’s nice and tight for me. Good, and maybe you get something you want from me too.” The man slowly began unzipping his pants...” The End   Chad played by Andre The Robber played by Sammy Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 04/13/2006

Sailor In Trouble 2

20 photos; 3:54 video

Model:Donovan Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:03/12/2013

Sitting Pretty

22 photos; 5:10 video

Model: Chad Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:07/11/2013

No Time to XXXX By Cryptococcus

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Doster loved to tie up men. He didn't dwell on the reasons why or even considerate it an aberration of his. If you asked him, he'd say that there's nothing unusual about men wanting to bound and gagged, tied and helpless, and he was only in the scene to accommodate these fellows. Fellows like Daniel - Daniel, sitting so handsomely on the edge of the bed, already comfortable in his restraints, comfortable in this place, and confident, obviously, in the intentions and gentleness of Doster. Just the way Doster liked to have his friends, in fact. Sounding him out at lunch the previous day, Doster had asked, "So, Daniel, what do you like to do or have done to you when you're tied up?"Do?" asked Daniel, surprised. "Well, I kind of like being helpless, you know." "You into sex during bondage?" Doster asked. Daniel coughed in embarrassment, sending some of his drink up into his nasal cavity. He couldn't believe his brand new friend Doster had asked that so nonchalantly while sitting at a table in a crowded Denny's. Then Daniel found that he simply had no answer. Sensing his discomfort, Doster did not further pursue the question. He decided to just follow the young fellow's lead. And first he had to find out how Daniel took his bondage. So far, so good, thought Doster. Daniel, bound hand and ankle reclined on the bed, cognizant of the vast amount of rope that Doster had not yet employed – on him! Daniel was thinking that this was too easy. Even when Doster added the gag, Daniel thought about his own body in bondage. The XXXX parallelism of his limbs, captured and bound together, incapable of separation, but capable of parallel movements. Doster was not thinking about such technical things. He was thinking that Daniel had a rosy glow that he admired. He did want to have sex with the young man, but he didn't want to rush the guy. If not in this session, he thought, then the next. On his side, on his back, Daniel could have fallen asleep. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable without those shorts riding so high on your hips?" asked Doster. Daniel considered, and then he nodded tentatively. "Great!" said Doster. He pushed Daniel's ankles down, straightening his legs, and placed Daniel's legs over his shoulder. He reached down with both hands and tugged Daniel's shorts down, exposing the twin globes of Daniel's ass. Daniel rolled onto his belly with his ass elevated, granting Doster a good view. "Still okay?" Doster asked. "Sure," or something very similar, Daniel said into the gag. "Great," said Doster. "Let's get your hands behind your back. We'll see how you do with that, and if you're okay, we'll go for a hog-tie." Daniel had not lost the feeling that his fantasies were being made true. He sat quietly while his hands were being untied, and then, without prompting, he pivoted around and offered Doster his wrists, now behind his back. Daniel raised an eyebrow when Doster twisted Daniel's hands around so that they were knuckle-to-knuckle instead of palm-to-palm and secured Daniel's wrists that way. It was simple, but effective, thought Daniel. Doster allowed his willing captive to get comfortable again in his new bondage state. Daniel knew that he was not helpless yet. He could still twist and even, if needed, hop. Daniel needed not worry because Doster soon had him hogtied with another rope from his ankles completely encircling the ropes at Daniel's wrists. And Daniel did not need to consider what Doster already knew and practiced: the wrists are not designed for pulling loads. The hog-tie part of the session would be short, but sweet, he hoped. Daniel tried to relax into his restraints. It was hard not to experiment a little, though, so he did, which delighted Doster. When Daniel rolled onto his back, flexed, and raised his butt off his bound wrists, Doster sighed so hard that his cheeks inflated momentarily. He thought that Daniel was perfect. He wanted this guy in bondage as often as this guy would let him. He liked the looks and the lines of the guy. Doster wanted to get Daniel all stretched out, hoisted on tiptoe, entirely naked. He wanted to feel, to touch every part of this handsome young man. "Hey, Daniel!" he said, and he grinned as his captive, showing his teeth locked around the gag, looked toward him. The end.   Daniel played by Kirk Photography by Sammy Date of Production: 06/12/2006    

Twink's Revenge by Caitiff

35 photos; 5:09 video

 “Forty..Forty one ..Forty two..” Jed’s muscles ached. He had been working out all day in the basement of his frat house. The school gym had better equipment but he liked the privacy. No one ever came to this part of the frat house basement. This was true especially now with summer break. Most of the rest of the fraternity had already gone. Well, almost everyone. Jed was the top jock in the frat, or at least he told himself that. He certainly acted like he was in charge. Unfortunately for him he had made a few enemies. Donald was one of them. No where near as muscular as most of the guys in the frat, he had taken Jed’s abuse for years. Donald had finally had enough. He knew he wasn’t near strong enough to take down Jed. But Donald wasn’t Jed’s only enemy. Five other guys had stayed behind after regretting Jed ot think they had gone. When the six guys came down the stairs, Jed only gave a dumb stare, uncomprehending of his fate. “What’s going on?” was all Jed had a chance to say before his frat brothers jumped him. With practised ease they soon had Jed’s hands tied behind his back. As much as he strained his bulging muscles, Jed couldn’t break free. “What the fuck..mmmm!” “I told you I would get you back.” Donald gloated at his captive after Jed’s mouth had been sealed with a few strips of sticky tape. “What do we do with him?”, Dylan, another of Jed’s traitorous brother, asked. “I got a few ideas.” Said Frankie, another target of Jed’s sadism. “I got a lot of ideas from all the shit he did to me” Jed sat on the work out bench, silenced by the gag. He continued to struggle against his bondage while his frat brothers conspired about what to do with him. Finally they came up with an idea. Jed knew he was in trouble when they stood him up so they could pull hi shorts down, exposing his ass. Jed was then pushed back down onto the bench and then bent over. Jed recognized the polished wooden paddle. Officially the pledge was not supposed to haze. That hadn't’ stopped Jed of course. Now Jed’s captors planned on giving him a taste of his own medicine. “MMMM!”, Jed vainly protested he was about top be paddled. But Donald stopped the first swing at the last moment. “Wait! We cant’ do this!” Thank God! That wussy finally came to his senses, thought Jed. “We don't have a clear path to his ass. We need to retie him.” “Mmmpphmmm!?” As strong as he was, Jed was still sore from his work out and he was up against six guys. So they again had no problem retying his hands, this time in front of him. Then he was XXXX to lie belly down on the bench, his hands secured to the bench leg. A little more rope made sure that Jed’s legs were spread out. His ass was now open to whatever abuses the frat had in mind. “Ok now what?”, a brother asked. “We’ll start with the paddle, get that ass nice and red and tenderized. Then we can have some real fun.” “Mmm?” What did he mean “real fun”? Jed eventually found out. They kept Jed bound and gagged for a number of days doing every thing Jed had ever done to another frat brother. Jed became a lot better person when the next semester rolled around. The End   Jed played by Ryan Rockford Photography by Caitiff  

• Date of Production 03/14/2009

Tied to the Pole

21 photos; 5:18 video

Model: Dean Photography by Nick007 Date of Production: 4-17-2015

Criss Cross Part 3; Double Cross

18 photos; 5:08 video

Model: Garrett Model: Raphael Model: Cliff Photography by Nick007 Date of Production: 3-28-2015

Jordan's Day Off

20 photos; 3:34 video

Model: Jordan
Photographer: Zac Date of Production: 01/10/2015

Criss Cross Part 2; The Cross

23 photos; 5:08 video

Model: Raphael Model: Cliff Model: Garrett Photography by Nick007 Date of Production: 3-28-2015

The Dick by Caitiff

20 photos; 5:27 video

Ronnie was a dick. He was rude and full of himself and generally a.. well, a dick. But Ronnie also had a lot of money and that had always bought him some leeway with the guys he hung out with. Until now. Partying all night and getting XXXX, Ronnie had managed to insult every single one of his friends, most of the other partiers and one very hurt dog. Then, as if nothing had happened, Ronnie fell asleep on a chair. Ronnie continued to XXXX long after most of the guests had gone home. Ronnie had pretty much ruined the party anyway. Ronnie’s friend’s decided. This time Ronnie would learn his lesson. First they gagged Ronnie with a rag. Then they tightly bound his hands together with black rope. More cloth was stuffed into Ronnie's mouth and then kept there by a cloth tied over his mouth. Then to keep him seated in the chair, Ronnie’s ankle’s were tied to the legs of the chair. Ronnie didn’t begin to stir until after he was well tied and gagged. By then it was too late. “Mmmmpphh!?” Ronnie let out a surprised moan as he found he could not move his hands nor talk. Thinking it a joke, Ronnie was shocked when none of “friends” moved to untie him. Ronnie struggled and twisted in his bondage but to no avail. “Mmmm?? Mmphh mmmm!”, Ronnie tried to plead then threaten but the gag reduced everything he said to incoherent mumblings. “He’s moving around too much.” “Can we fix that? I don’t want this asshole getting away before he’s learned his lesson.” “Yeah we got more rope.” Ronnie soon found himself tied to the chair with more rope around his chest. Ronnie began to sweat. He had no idea what was going to happen to him. “I got an idea.” Somebody said and Ronnie had ear phones put over his ears. “It’s filled with white noise. He wont’ be able to hear a thing. Now we blind fold him. It’ll be like sensory deprivation. Then we have some fun.” The guy was right, Ronnie soon found out. He couldn't’ hear nor see, talk nor move. But he could still feel and what he felt disturbed him. His fly was undone and his dick pulled out. Slowly at first and then faster, he was stroked. Though it seemed weird, having no other sensory stimuli made the sensations of being stroked that much more intense. Ronnie could feel himself getting closer and closer. Ronnie's captors sensed it too because right before he could shoot, they stopped. “Mmmmm!”, Ronnie grunted. He only managed to elicit laughter. Then when he was almost soft, Ronnie felt hands on his junk. The process started all over again, always getting him close and never finishing him off. It would be along night for Ronnie. The End   Ronnie played by Matthew   Photography by Caitiff

Washed Up...Tied Down by Kurt

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The latest heat wave was driving Shawn crazy. It was 103 in the shade, and the only relief he got was jumping in and out of the shower. He sighed happily as he ran the hand-held spray over his steamy cock and nuts..the vibrating, cool water felt so good on his equipment. Feeling nice and fresh, Shawn stepped out and grabbed a fluffy towel. He began to dry himself off with the soft towel, admiring his toned body in the bathroom mirror. A sudden movement in the mirror caught his eye, and before he could even react, a hand was clamped over his mouth. Dropping the towel, Shawn tried to fight the intruder off, but taken by surprise, his arm was twisted behind his back and he felt the cold, sharp edge of a edge against the side of his neck. Catching sight of his attacker in the mirror, Shawn saw it was one of his homeboys, Joaquin, who was holding the edge against his throat. "You still owe me that two hundred, dickwad!" Joaquin hissed. Shawn could tell right away that Joaquin was high, and he realized he had to play this right to avoid getting hurt. Joaquin took his hand away, and Shawn tried to explain. "Hey, man, I haven't got my check yet. I told you you'd get it Friday! C'mon, man, check the edge!" "Shut the fuck up, and put your hands behind your back. I'm gonna take it out of your ass in trade!" "WHAT?" Shawn shouted. "You ain't gay...what the hell do you mean, 'in trade'?" "Naw, I ain't gay," said Joaquin, as he roped Shawn's wrists tightly behind his back. "But I been in the joint...pussy, cock, it's all the same to me!" A chill ran down Shawn's spine as Joaquin wrapped cord around his highly sensitive joint and ball sac, pulling the ropes under his ass cheeks and attaching them to his bound wrists. His cool shower a thing of the past, Shawn's body began dripping sweat as Joaquin knelt down and tied his ankles together. Smiling, Joaquin hugged his bound victim from behind, and roughly stroked his hardening dick. "Fuck, man, don't touch me like that!" Shawn protested. "Shut the fuck up," Joaquin said, tying a thick blue cloth into Shawn's mouth. Shawn winced as the gag was double- knotted behind his head. With a quick push, Shawn tumbled over onto his unmade bed, and was immediately straddled by his horny attacker, who began stroking his lean body, XXXX his unwanted attentions onto his bound and gagged captive. Shawn felt Joaquin's rigid cock brushing against his ass, and moaned loudly into his gag. But Joaquin just teased his bound body til every sense was inflamed, and his cock, pressed beneath him, throbbed agonizingly. After about 10 minutes of this torture, Joaquin climbed off and came back with some more rope. He folded Shawn's legs up and bound them to his wrists in a tight hogtie. Joaquin looked down at his hogtied and gagged prisoner and smirked. "Aight, dude, you dodged the bullet this time. I'll just take this I-pod as partial payment. Show up Friday with the cash or you know what'll happen." Joaquin turned and left, and Shawn began to struggle in his bonds. Panting and grunting into his gag, Shawn found a whole new meaning for"hot summer day". The End   Shawn played by Andre Joaquin played by Sammy Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 06/05/2006

Rivalry by Caitiff

36 photos

God I hated that Jerk Tim in Accounting! Always sucking up to the boss, always letting others do the work and then taking the credit! And he only got away with it because he was so eager to wiggle that cute little ass of his. Sure,the guy did have a nice ass, but that just made it even harder to take his bull. Tim needed to be taken down a peg. Fortunately our office has the worst security. The Boss went cheap and bought the fake cameras to scare away potential robbers but save money. and the locks on our aging building were easy to XXXX open. A ski mask and some gloves and I was set. Slacker that he was, even Tim had to work late occasionally and that’s what I found him doing. Well, he actually was playing video games. But he was so engrossed in that that he didn’t see him coming with my fake but real looking concealed item until it was too late. “What the fuck!”, he blurted out, spinning around in his chair. I didn’t say a word. No use ever giving him a chance to recognize my voice if he ever deigned to get off his high horse to talk to lowly old me. I just shoved him against the chair and motioned for him to shut up and stay still. Seeing my concealed item and believing it real, he complied as I quickly tied his hands to the chair. Once his arms were secured, I did the same to his legs. “What do you want?” Tim sputtered when he was finally tied up al the way. I guess he figured that since I didn’t just kill him right away, that wasn’t my plan. Of course I had no intention of actually physically harming him. I had something far worse in mind! “Look, I got money! Take it! I can get you into the safe if you wa..MMMPH!” That choad! He selling out the company’s money! And how did he get the combo to the safe? Only the boss was supposed to have that! I took special glee as I stopped his annoying begging by wrapping duct tape over his mouth and around his head. Silenced and helpless, tim could nothing but give me his infamous puppy dog eyes. Ignoring him I went to work on the computer. Seemed tim hadn’t been just just playing video games after all. There was some kind of program running that was transferring ever so small amounts of money to an account. Not a lot to make a dent in the profits. But when it was added up over time... I soon found the account it was going to and did a little programming of my own. Soon all that money was bouncing around blind accounts until I decided to grab the money. “Mmmaaa! Mmmnnnnmmoooo!”, Tim shook his head and struggled violently in the chair to which he was bound. Inside I chuckled. Who knew how long tim had been working on this little scheme. and now I had gotten rid of it all as he looked on, Bound and gagged and helpless to stop me. And he could never even report what had happened without incriminating himself. But I was far from done with out cute little embezzler with the nice ass. and Tim knew it as he looked into my eyes. I wanted to see just what the Boss saw in this guy. So I began to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. “Mmm? Mmmffaammmaammmffph!?”, I heard Tim say through his gag. Didn’t understand a word of it but he sure understood me as I ripped open the shirt of his expensive suit and tugged the pants down around his ankles. Tim was an even bigger slut then I had realized. He had no underwear on, totally free balling. Undoubtedly he was used to having his pants down around his ankles at work. To really bring the point home, Tim’s dick was saying hello. Well, who was I to turn down an invitation? “Mmmm! Mmmmmm!!” Tim’s dick responded to the touch of my hands rather nicely. It was rather well trained and Tim’s hips began to jerk in time to my tugs. The little he-whore! Even bound and gagged and at the mercy of (to him) a total stranger, he was putting out! My handiwork was quite good. Tim was soon panting through his tape gag and I could tell he was about to explode. So naturally I stopped. “Mmmm?” Tim moaned. Apparently he wasn’t used to anybody giving him the cold shoulder before. I waited until he was just soft enough and then started up again And again stopped just as he was about to get off. Start and stop, start and stop. and each time, like a sex crazed pavlovian dog, tim’s manhood took the bait despite himself. After about doing this six times, I stopped one more time and looked at him, motioning to ask if he wanted me to continue. “Mmmm! Mmmmaaph!”, Tim nodded desperately. I smiled under my mask. Under different circumstances I would have happily taken his guy all the way and kept going. But I had a job to do and needed ot get back to it. So instead I took Tim’s rather nice and certainly expensive tie and tied one end around his engorged dick. The other end went around his neck, XXXX him to stare down at what had gotten him into his mess. I wondered if he would ever ge the lesson. I then closed out of the program that had transferred the money (lest it be discovered by whomever discovered Tim) and gave him a look that he immediately knew meant. You aren’t worth it. Of course, he was, with that smooth muscular chest and the boyish face and the body that obviously could go on and on. But no use in letting him know that. Tim’s ego was unbearable already. So I left him, tied up tightly and gagged into silence, his dick still hard because of the tie knotted around it’s base. And me properly revenged and about 1.2 million richer. When I came back to work the next day, no one even suspected I had anything to with it or even about the missing money. That was the good news. The bad news was when the Boss had discovered out little bondage boy still all tied up and gagged tightly the next morning, he didn’t fire him at all. Instead he got a raise for the “emotional distress”! There ain’t no justice! Of course, given what I now know about Tim and how he handles restraint, I was sure if he ever go too cocky again, I could fix that. Maybe next time a little XXXX would be in order. The End?   Tim played by Troy Photography by Caitiff    Date of Production: 06/18/2005

Criss Cross Part 1; The Job

43 photos; 5:49 video

Model: Raphael Model: Cliff Model: Garrett Photography by Nick007 Date of Production: 3-28-2015

He Tried to Give ME a Ticket! By LAshyguy

20 photos; 5:00 video

I couldn’t believe the nerve of this cop. I wasn’t bothering anybody. All I did was pull into a parking space, drop a quarter in for fifteen minutes so I could order a latte at my local café, something I do every single damn day. The only problem was there was a particularly long line today…and what does this cop do? He pulls his pig wagon behind me to wedge in my car, parking at a fire hydrant, mind you, and proceeds to smugly enter the café and skip the line so he can get his coffee. I can’t stand cops who abuse their power for something so mundane like that. It’s not like he had an emergency call or anything…he just wanted his caffeine fix like the rest of us in line. So I finally get my coffee and head back to my car, and there’s one minute left on the meter. I jump into the car and get ready to peel out, but this pitiful excuse for a police officer is casually sitting in the driver’s seat XXXX his coffee, refusing to move his cop car so I can get out. As I sit there fuming at what’s going on, Officer Dumbbell gets out of his car and approaches my window. I roll it down and try my best to put on a smile. “Morning officer,” I say through clenched teeth. “Morning, sir. I’m afraid I’m going to have to write you up.” “For what?” “Your meter is expired.” I did my best to explain that I couldn’t pull out of my spot because he wedged me in, but he just stood there silently writing up a ticket with a grin on his face I wanted to rip off with my bare hands. “Have a good day, sir,” he said with a smile, then returned to his car and drove off. This is why good, honest Americans don’t respect the law like they should, because idiots like this guy are taking advantage of the system they’re trained and paid to protect. While looking over the ticket, I made a decision that I wasn’t going to let that happen to me. So I pulled off and followed the pigmobile.   It was pretty easy to follow this jerk since he only went around the corner to a nearby park, pulled over and proceeded to go to XXXX. This guy is supposed to be protecting the innocent? He needed to be taught a lesson, and I was the perfect guy to do it. I went into my trunk and pulled out a soaked rag (what it was soaked with isn’t important). I quietly approached the oinker, reached in with the rag and covered his nose and mouth. He woke up immediately, but by the time he started fighting back, he was already on the way. Seconds later he was fast asleep once again, but this time he wasn’t going to wake up. I grabbed a bag from my trunk and locked up my car. Then I opened the cop’s car, pushed him over to the passenger seat and got in. As I pulled away, I looked around to make sure nobody saw anything, and as far as I could tell, nobody did.   As impromptu as this was, I felt somewhat liberated by what I was doing. It was about time somebody took matters into their own hands to clean up the trash in this city, even the trash that wears a uniform and badge. I pulled up to a warehouse that I get paid to clean on the weekends. It happened to be a Sunday, so nobody would be there except me. I got out of the car, unlocked the warehouse door, the proceeded to carry Officer Obnoxious inside. I returned for my bag of goodies, locked up the cop car and entered the warehouse. There were numerous rooms inside I could use, and the one that stuck out the most was this barely used room that had very little furniture inside it, which was perfect. All I needed was a chair. I propped the pompous policeman in the chair, then opened my bag of goodies: rope and bandanas galore. I kept this bag in my car for trips to the lumber yard; you never know when you’re going to need to tie some wood to the roof, and bungie cords just don’t cut it. I removed a length of red rope from the bag and proceeded to tie the cop’s hands behind his back. I grabbed another and secure his feet. Everything was going perfectly. I reached into the bag and blindly grabbed an American Flag bandana…how fitting! It felt like I was doing a service for my country anyway, so what better gag for a corrupt cop than that. As I stuck the bandana in the cop’s mouth, he began to stir. By the time he was fully conscious, I had that sucker tied tightly behind his head. I looked down at this poor excuse for an authority figure and gave him the same grin he gave me when writing that bogus ticket. “Guess writing that ticket wasn’t such a good idea anymore, was it,” I said. “Mmmmpppphhh! Mmmmmppph!” “Sorry, that didn’t’ sound like an apology. Besides, I’m not looking for one.” I pulled out a longer stretch of rope and began wrapping it around his torso, ensuring he wouldn’t be able to break away from the chair. As he watched me with concerned eyes, the pleasure inside me grew to new heights. I was enjoying this far too much. I mean, here I was XXXX an officer of the law, a serious felony in every state, and all I could do was smile. I’d never broken the law intentionally in my life, but there was something thrilling about this. I felt like some kind of hero…a vigilante protecting the people of my city from dastardly, corrupt men like Officer Entitled. As I stood back and watched my captive struggled like crazy to no avail, I started thinking about different ways I could go into business. I mean, I could definitely see myself working days at the lumber yard, cleaning the warehouse on weekends and protecting the innocent at night. I would need to wear a costume…only the coolest superheroes had costumes. But first I needed to teach my captured villain a lesson...one he wouldn’t soon forget. “People like you take advantage of their position in society and don’t understand that the badge they wear on their chest is a symbol of trust, honor and integrity. You proved earlier that you have none of those qualities.” “MMMPPH!” “I want you to remember what happens here the next time you decide to abuse the power given to you by the people you’re paid to protect.” I reached out, unbuckled his belt, and yanked it off. The cop looked down at his pants as they loosened and quickly became aware of my intentions. He began to thrash about, which only made my knots more restrictive. I knelt down beside him, grabbed his pants and began to pull them down. Suddenly, the door burst open and two uniformed officers rushed into the room. I immediately threw my hands up in the air. Apparently, my vigilante days were already over.     THE END Model: Dante Photography by Nick007 Date of Production: 3-22-2015

Flip of the Coin by Curtis

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Dennis jumped on top of Brad. Even though Brad was quite a bit bigger then Brad, he went down to the ground in surprise. “You’re mine now.”, Dennis said as he pulled Brad’s hands behind his back and bound them. “Mother fucker! You had better let me go of I’ll...mmmm”, Dennis covered Brad’s mouth with his hand. Brad continued to moan into Dennis’s hand as it covered his mouth. Even through his friend’s jeans, Brad could feel Dennis' dick getting hard. “Time to shut you up”, Dennis said as he produced a rag and tied it in Brad’s mouth. “Mmmpphh! Mmmm!’ Was all Brad could say as the bandana was tied tightly behind his head. Now bound and gagged, Brad was meek as a sheep. Dennis thrilled at having total control over the much larger man. His dick got hard just thinking about how Brad was totally under his control. Even if Brad hadn’t been tied up, Dennis knew he would have done whatever Dennis told him to do because Brad had lost the coin toss. “Now for those big ass feet of yours.” Dennis said as he grabbed Brad’s feet and tied them together. Brad was now bound hand and foot. Dennis admired his friend’s large feet. He knew his friend was ticklish. But first things first. Dennis laid Brad down over the steps. With practice skill, Dennis had Brad’s pants unfastened and pulled down over his ass. With a WHACK!, Dennis slapped Brad’s tender ass. If Dennis loved the sound of Brad moaning while gagged and being under his control, he loved the sound Brad’s ass made when properly smacked. “Ok up you go.” “Mmuff muuu!” Brad cursed. Of course, Dennis knew he didn't’ mean it as an insult. They had played this game before. Brad had lost the coin toss and so was Dennis's bitch until Dennis said otherwise. And down deep, Dennis knew Brad liked it. Otherwise why would Brad keep wanting to play? There was no way Dennis could tie up and gag a big guy like Brad against his will. And to prove that, Dennis made only token resistance as his hands were untied and then retied in front of him to the stair bannister. Brad tensed. he knew what was coming. Dennis had his belt out and he aimed to use it. THWACK! Brad’s ass made a beautiful sound as Dennis laid into it. Again THWACK. And AGAIN! “Mmmmmmmm!”, Brad protested into his gag. But that only made Dennis hornier and hit even harder. Brad’s own dick was getting hard at this point. His mind was racing, wondering what Dennis would do next. It was ok though. Brad knew he couldn’t lose the coin toss forever. Dennis continued alternating between beating and rubbing Brad’s ass. Poor Brad. He wasn't’ the brightest crayon on the box. Months of playing this game and he had yet to figure out that Dennis was using a two headed coin. The End   Brad played by Douglas Dennis played by Sammy Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 01/26/2007

Taking His Time by Gilroy

20 photos; 2:24 video

Things did look good for Frank. What had started off as his chance to make the biggest deal of his career had turned into a night mare when a strange man had tricked his way into Frank’s hotel room and attacked him. Now Frank was bound and cleave gagged on the bed, clad only in a flimsy towel and at this man’s mercy. From the rough way the man man handled Frank’s nearly naked body, he wasn’t sure the guy had any mercy. “Mmmmm!” Frank let out along moan as his ass was slapped hard. “Oh yeah, listen to that!. That’s a nice sound. Can always tell a good ass by how it sounds when I slap it.” Frank grunted in frustration and anger. It was bad enough being tied up and gagged but the guy was handling Frank’s body like it was a piece of meat at market. “Lets see what else you have.” Frank was flipped over, the towel brushed aside to expose Frank’s cock and balls. Despite himself, Frank could feel himself getting harder. It might have been the adrenaline from the danger he was in. Or maybe it was the way the man rubbed and fondled Frank’s nude body. Either way, the frustration was getting to Frank. “My my my, you are a cute little thing. And I have you all to myself!” The man taunted as he grabbed Frank’s hair and XXXX Frank to meet his man’s mouth. The man slid his tongue into Frank’s mouth and explored with along deep kiss. “And such a good kisser too! I might just keep you!” The kissing continued while Frank’s nipples were pinched. The man then moved his mouth to the rest of Frank’s chest, licking every sensitive spot. “Mmmmmnnnoooo! Mmmnoomnommnoo!” Frank gasped through his gag as the man XXXX him. Frank was getting hornier and hornier and there’s was nothing he could do about it. As if Sensing Frank was getting into his abuse, the man flipped him over. Frank’s bubble butt was an exposed target. Whap! “MMMMMMM!” WHAP! Whap! Whap! The reddish imprint of where the man’s hand had slapped Frank’s bare ass stood out like a neon sign. Frank could only wiggle and moan, which only seemed to encourage his abuser. To make matters worse, as he wiggled, Frank’s dick was rubbing against the soft bed. Not enough tot get him off but enough to add to his frustrations. “Mmmmm! Mmpphhhaa!?” Frank tried to beg, to off the man money if only he would let Frank go. Or at least get Frank off. Being bound and gagged, horny but helpless ot jack off was unbearable! IF only the man would remove Frank’s gag, Frank would offer him anything to at least let Frank cum. “You want it, don’t you stud?” The man gloated. He knew he had broken his captive. “Mmmmm!” Frank nodded his head vigourously. “You want me to let you get off? “ “Mmmmmmmmm!”, Yes, Frank thought. If he had to go through this ordeal, at least let Frank get some release. “Yeah, I thought so.” The man said and pushed Frank to the side of the bed. The man then took out a book and began to read! “Mmmmmmpphhhmmm!”, What the hell!? How could this guy push Frank to the limit and then just let him hang? “Oh don't’ worry. I’ll get back to you. I was paid ot keep you all week end so you missed that meeting. Hell, I might even take you with me for free. But I cant’ have you getting spoiled, thinking you get to have fun whenever you want. Make me happy later and maybe.. MAYBE I will let you get off.” And with that the man turned back to his book, leaving Frank a seething pile of frustration. The End   Frank played by Connor The man played by Miller Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:05/28/2011

Package Ready to Ship to Slade

20 photos; 5:26 video

Model: Dean Photography by: Nick007 Date of Production: 2-28-2015

"THE SHAFT MONSTER" From the Journals of Doctor X By SoftTouch

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"Are you sure that these ropes are strong enough to hold me? You don't know what kind of a monster I become when it happens." I had tried everything, gone everywhere, but nobody and nothing could help me. And then I heard about this special doctor. They wouldn't tell me his name, and I wouldn't be allowed to see his face, but they promised that his special serum could help me. And right now I was ready to try anything. "Oh no, it's getting dark outside. You've got to hurry. When the moon comes up, that's when it happens. That's when I get so big, and so hard, and it wants so much that I just have to stick it into something. People, animals, water melons -- nobody's safe from me!" "The Doctor is quite aware of your problem Thomas, but we are going to have to keep you quiet so that you don't disturb the other patients." "Yes, yes, anything, but hurry. You don't know what it's like when it happens, when it just keeps growing and growing until I turn into some kind of Shaft Monster. You've got to help me!" "Please Thomas, you must be quiet now and give the Doctor's serum a chance to work." "Oh no! It's starting! Feel it! Feel how big it's getting!" "Calm yourself Thomas. Now we are going to blindfold you until the crisis has passed." I let him blindfold me. I'd let him do anything for me right now. But I wondered if he knew that, if these ropes didn't hold me, he would be my first. And then I felt the pain ­ a terrible pain that started in my chest and my legs and then all concentrated inward toward my crotch until my whole crotch was on fire. The pain was incredible! And then I felt my private muscles screaming to stretch and grow while they were being held back by some invisible XXXX. And then the pain passed away and I felt this relaxing warmth spreading all through my crotch and relaxing me like when you put your head down on a pillow. They took the blindfold off and let me look. And then I saw it, all soft and XXXX. I was normal again, normal for the first time in years! Oh thank you, Doctor X. You have cured me! THE END   Thomas played by Louis Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 03/07/2003

Derek Gets Drilled by Kurt

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It had been a long, hot day at the warehouse, and Derek was glad to be home at last. All he wanted was a nice long shower, then to crash in front of the tube. Tired as he was, his discipline won out, and he decided to do his workout before his shower, so he quickly stripped and dropped down to the floor...50 push-ups, then 50 sit-ups, then a nice cool shower. Derek was proud of his toned body...he wasn't massively cut, but his firm bubble butt and nice flat chest suited him fine. "Seventeen...eighteen...", grunted Derek, when he suddenly heard an odd noise from the vicinity of the kitchen. Sort of a thumping, scraping sound.... "What the...??!!" Before he could get to his feet to investigate, Derek was facing an masked man towering over him. He was dressed in black, and his face was covered with a ski mask. In his hand was a large, concealed item, which was pointed downwards at Derek. Derek was in shape and wiry, but the masked man's black spandex T-shirt accentuated the massive bulk of his upper body...he was at least twice Derek's size. "On your feet, buddy", the masked man growled. Derek kept his eyes on the concealed item and did as he was told. "What do you want?" he asked, surprised at the squeakiness of his own voice. "I want you to gag yourself with this," the stranger replied, handing Derek a long strip of thick white cloth. Derek was so stunned by the order, he didn't know what to say, and he accepted the strip of cloth and placed it between his lips. "Pull it tight and double-knot it", he was ordered. Derek pulled the thick cloth into his own mouth as tightly as he could, then reached behind his head to tie it in place. The gag filled his mouth and dug into its corners when he had finished knotting it. "Hands in front!" Derek watched nervously as the gunman laid the concealed item down on a nearby table and pulled several lengths of white clothesline out of his backpack. For a second, Derek considered making a run for it, but the concealed item lying there convinced him it would be smarter to do as he was told. He stood still as his masked man wrapped the rope around his wrists, tightening it with each twist of the rope. Derek was ashamed to be standing naked in front of a stranger, and as the man bound his wrists, his fingers and the ends of the rope flicked against Derek's cock, causing an immediate, embarrassing hardening of his easily aroused shaft. The masked man didn't seem to notice as he ordered Derek to raise his hands behind his head and worked an intricate rope web around his chest and upper arms, pinning his hands back behind his neck. Derek froze as he felt a long rope being worked down from over his shoulders, and down his chest. Suddenly, the masked man grabbed his swelling cock and bound off Derek's ball sac, working the other end back up and behind his neck. The roping on his cock and balls didn't exactly hurt, but the cords dug into his tender, swollen flesh and Derek was shocked to feel himself swell to his full length. His balls felt hot and tight as the rope pressed around the top of his sac and the base of his shaft. "Down, buddy...on your butt", was Derek's next humiliating order. Derek was relieved to feel the ropes holding his cock in bondage loosen slightly as he bent slowly down and landed on his ass. "All the way down on your back!" Derek moaned as the cock-bondage ropes tightened up as his body was extended. He lay patiently as the masked man bound more rope around his knees, ankles and feet. He wished he could sit up again so the ropes around his jewels would loosen. Once his legs were tightly bound, the masked man stood up, looked down at him, grunted in satisfaction, and left the room. Derek, now helplessly tied and gagged, tried to ease the pressure on his balls by pulling up his legs and rolling onto his side. He lay there listening as the burglar trashed his bedroom. After about ten minutes, the studly burglar re-entered the living room and looked down at Derek. "OK, gym rat, you like to work out? Let's see some full-extension sit-ups. Gimme fifty.......NOW!!!!"   Derek played by Andre Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production 7-10-2005

Skater Nabbed

20 photos; 5:33 video

Model: Dante Photography By Nick007 Date of Production: 3-22-2015

BOOT CAMP BLUES by SoftTouch

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    “But Chief, I didn't do anything!” Navy Boot Camp was proving to be a very confusing place for Recruit Teasdale. This was Sunday morning. All of the good Recruits had gone off to church, and all of the heathens were smoking outside by the wash racks, but a worried Recruit Teasdale was hidden away inside of Chief Marlin’s quarters and not at all sure of what the Chief might do to him next. “Ouch! That really hurts Chief Sir!” Recruit Teasdale complained, but the stern faced Chief ignored him while he made the tight ropes even tighter. Chief Marlin was really angry. Somebody had thought it would be really funny to fill up the Chief’s clean boxer shorts with shaving cream and the Chief thought that it was him, but young Recruit Teasdale had been properly brought up by his Grandmother and he would never play a cruel trick like that. “Please Chief my knees are really starting to hurt.” Recruit Teasdale wasn't lying. He had been brought up to never tell a lie. The floor that the Chief was XXXX him to kneel down on was really hard and Recruit Teasdale wasn't use to such harsh treatment. And now the tightly-tied ropes were beginning to chafe against his wrists and his shoulders were starting to hurt from the awkward way in which his arms were pulled behind his back. But even worse than that, Recruit Teasdale could feel his cheeks burning from a sudden blush. The clever harness of ropes that the Chief had tied over Recruit Teasdale’s bell bottoms was now holding his crotch in a very strange way, and now even though he closed his eyes and told it to stop, Recruit Teasdale could feel could feel his bad love muscle growing and stretching and thrusting itself in a hurtful way against the tight confines of the denim pouch it was hiding in. “Please Chief, I promise you, I didn't do anything wrong!” Recruit Teasdale turned his head around and pleaded with his baby blue eyes – something that had always worked with his Grandmother. “Don't be eye-fucking me!” the angry Chief growled. “Get your nose in that corner!” Recruit Teasdale pressed his nose into the corner formed by the two walls and tried to ignore all the strange little pains he was feeling. Why was the Chief doing this to him? He had really tried to be a good Recruit. Didn’t Chief Marlin know how much Teasdale wanted to be a good sailor and to do what ever the Chief told him to do? All at once Recruit Teasdale felt some tears welling up in his eyes. Oh no! He couldn't let the Chief see him crying! “All right, Meat Head, turn around here so I can see your face!” the Chief commanded. Recruit Teasdale bit his lip and tried to ignore all the little shooting pains that were coming from his sore knees and bound arms while he slowly inched around until he was facing the angry Chief. “Somebody here is a real comedian!” the Chief thundered. “Did you really think you could get away with a cheap trick like creaming my shorts?” “But honest, Chief Marlin Sir, it wasn't me,” Recruit Teasdale tried to keep his voice from breaking. “You're the one I saw coming out of my quarters. If you didn't do it, you know who did. Who was it?” “I…I'd rather not say Sir,” Teasdale lowered his eyes. “Stand up here!” the Chief commanded. Teasdale bit his lip and tried to ignore the pain while he slowly got his feet under him and then managed to stand up in front of the glowering Chief. “You got nothing to say? Well then you won't mind sucking on some sock.” Recruit Teasdale couldn't believe it! All of a sudden the Chief was grabbing his face with his beefy fingers and XXXX him to open his mouth. Then the angry Chief held him tight while he XXXX a ball of white sock in between Teasdale’s lips. The sock felt enormous inside Teasdale’s small mouth and the young sailor began to XXXX and moan with alarm. This couldn't be happening to him! “You want to stay quiet? Okay I can see to it that you stay quiet for a real long time.” Chief Marlin was smiling as he peeled a long wide strip of Navy blue duct tape off a roll and then started moving that sticky binder toward Teasdale’s face. Recruit Teasdale shook his head slowly from side to side and made begging sounds into the soft sock that was filling up his mouth. But the Chief just grabbed him again with his big hands and then began wrapping that sticky tape all around over Teasdale’s sock-spread lips and his neck until the ball of sock was firmly lodged inside of his small mouth. And then the Chief came at Teasdale again with more rope in his hands. By this time young Teasdale was too numb with shock to resist so he just closed his eyes and let his body be turned this way and that while he felt the tight rope closing around his arms and chest until he could feel its hard coils rubbing up against his nipples under his shirt. And then the Chief took another piece of rope and lashed the rope around his chest to the rope that was around his wrists and crotch. It was diabolical! Did the Chief know what he was doing to him? Now every time Teasdale moved his bound wrists, the rope around his chest rubbed up against his hardening nipples, and at the same time it also caused the rope net around his crotch to tighten around Teasdale’s growing package until Teasdale was moaning and sighing into his soggy mouthful of sock again and again. “All right Recruit, back down on your knees!” Recruit Teasdale couldn't help whimpering a little from all of the strange little pains he was feeling while he slowly lowered his bound body back down onto the hard floor. Then the pain in his knees joined all of the other pains while Teasdale looked into the bare corner formed by the two walls and began to feel really sorry for himself. “No, not like that,” the Chief teased. “Turn around here so I can see the tears on your cheeks.” At that point young Teasdale almost did cry. Why was Chief Marlin being so cruel to him? But then he obeyed and slowly inched around on his knees until he was finally facing the Chief again. “What, no tears yet? Well there’s still plenty of time before lunch. You just stay right there and try to remember who you saw messing with my gear. Oh, and Teasdale, you'd better have a name for me when I get back.” And then the Chief just walked out and closed the door. The first thing Teasdale noticed was how really quiet the room was. But then his sorrow quickly turned to anger. What right did that Chief have to tie him up like this? He couldn't go around tying people up, and stuffing socks into their mouths, and then just walk away and leave them to suffer like this! Recruit Teasdale struggled and he strained and he cussed into his soggy sock and used words that his Grandmother had never taught him. But no matter how much he strained his arms against the tight ropes and pushed his tongue against the choking sock, he couldn't even budge one little knot. He was trapped! Then the door opened and Chief Marlin walked back into the room. “Been having fun Recruit?” Teasdale sighed into his gag. This was hopeless! “Have you got that name I asked for?” Teasdale shook his heads from side to side. One of the first things they taught Teasdale in Boot Camp was loyalty up and loyalty down. The fool who had put the cream in the Chief’s shorts may have been some kind of an idiot, but Teasdale wasn't going to get him in trouble. “That’s too bad. I guess you will have to miss lunch.” Teasdale’s empty stomach growled at him, but Teasdale wouldn't give in. “Well, maybe after you have had a nice XXXX you will change your tune.” Chief Marlin grabbed Recruit Teasdale’s bound body and pushed him down onto the hard floor. “Pleasant dreams Recruit,” the Chief laughed and then went out and closed the door. Recruit Teasdale sighed and put his head down onto the cold floor. Then he closed his eyes and tried to go to XXXX. XXXX finally came, and XXXX was followed by more of Chief Marlin’s clever little tortures, but loyal Recruit Teasdale never did tell him that it was Sammy who creamed his shorts. THE END   Recuit Teasdale played by DJ Photography by Sammy Date of Production: 03/14/2006    

Hide & Seek By Zac

30 photos; 2:35 video

Dylan was the hot shot at work. People looked up to him for advice because he was a problem solver who didn’t let stress get in his way of anything he wanted. Sometimes Dylan was so overconfident in his decisions, he didn't think how his actions affected the team. Dylan was a winner at heart, and he was not afraid of criticism and wouldn't accecpt crappy excuses. Dylan’s coworkers hated that fact that he came to work everyday laid back and did nothing of value for the company while his team members worked twice as hard to pull his weight. He flaked off and played Wii all day long at work and stared in the bathroom mirror flexing his muscles and gazing at himself. thinking of how hot he was. Unfortuanately, Dylan was the President’s son and the manager of the team! He directed his subordinates to do all the work and took most of the credit when he presented the reports to upper management. During the last two praise appraisals, Dylan was promoted twice by his dad to oversee more and more departments, and the workers responsible for the goods only got a miminal raise and no opportunites for advancement. In truth, Dylan sought to use his coworkers talents for his personal gain and hid the fact that credit due is solely the manager’s becasue he lead the team to victory. One man hated Dylan’s pride, and boy this kid had built up a lot of it! He loved to work out while at work and get to impress all the ladies with his nice beefy frame and confident, but meaningless smile! Dylan once told the team that image is everything, and to him, it was self image. If he could spread out the workload to everyone else, he could do whatever he wanted! Dylan spent most of his time on the clock daydreaming about becoming a popular male model who made lots of money and do whatever he wanted. He loved to see people falling all over him, which boosted his confidence ratio tenfold! Then he tried to be the hero and save the day by telling you what a great job you were doing and never giving you any reward in the end. All Dylan cared about was taking over his dad’s job, so he could give himself free money to live on and concentrate on his future modeling career. Why? Because Dylan loved his good looks and thought they should be harvested for fame. “It’s time to teach that boy a lesson and give him a small taste of his medicine!” Mark said to Rick. “Lets give him a model shoot, but a tough one at that!” Dylan came home to his dark downtown loft to find the lights not working. He reached for a flashlight when there was a large blow to the back of the head! Dylan went out cold. He awoke in a creepy spider infested basement with dim lighting and two dudes in ski masks starring at him. “Whaph duh yuf wamph!!” He found himself stuffed with a thick soggy sock in his mouth with a tight bandanna wrapped around his head. He tried to move but his hands couldn’t move nor his ankles. HE WAS TRUSSED UP AND HELPLESS!! Then flash flash flash the camera clicks and the lights were blinding and hurt his eyes. Dylan squirmed with all his might but his big muscles didn’t nudge the well tied knots that were tightening against his limbs. Mark grabbed Dylan by his hair and strokes his face and whispers “Don’t you look too cute all opened up for us!” Dylan moaned and turned around and felt his cock poking deep into the carpet - HE WAS NAKED! Rick stepped in and got more pic XXXX of Dylan’s nicely enlarged cock and his cute little gagged face. Then both XXXXs stripped their masks off to reveal themselves. “So Dylan; bro...You want to become a popular male model huh?” “What a goal to set for yourself, and look at you now! You’re our next top bound model!” haha Rick dememted towards Dylan’s ear! Dylan was scared now. “So how do we make your new portfolio? Nude and lean? We’ll make sure YOU GET ALL THE CREDIT!” The End   Dylan played by Zach Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 09/25/2009

Rope Games by Vexville

24 photos; 5:25 video

Giovanni and Gabriel were playing some games on a saturday night, they were very friendly and knew each other very well, as the hour was already past the 23 hours and the parents of Giovanni only comes on Sunday, Gabriel claimed: - I'm getting nervous with this, I do not stop losing this game, we have something else to do? -- Gabriel asked - why has no party to go today, or a movie to watch? - Always has something to do! - Spoke giovanni - Haha, I doubt - said Gabriel - Ok then, I know a cool game! - Giovanni joked - the name of the game is "tied". - You must be kidding! - Gabriel spoke - No,I`m not - giovanni said - works as this, we begin with 10 points, you tie me and if I escape you lose a point, if I tie you and you escape I lose a point, who lost all points first has to do something you tell the other. The game continues until one of them lose all the points ... Not understanding the full meaning of the game, Gabriel acepted play it. - Right then - spoke Gabriel - Cool, wait a second that I get the rope ... - Giovanni said leaving the room and going into the garage. giovani when he returned, Gabriel was sitting in bed waiting and gabriel said: - And who starts? - Then let the luck decide ... Gabriel won, and Giovanni, accepting defeat, waited to Gabriel order he to go over the bed. Gabriel tied Giovanni by the wrists and elbows, as Giovanni had more experience, managed to escape. Giovani, in another turn, tied Gabriel in the bars of the bed, in X, Gabriel had not much experience and can escape, so the game continued, and as the bodies of both boys getting heated, they were taking out their shirts in last round, Giovanni tied gabriel and it was lying in bed, trying in vain to escape. giovani then approached and gabriel turned up and started to take his hand on the sweaty chest of Gabriel, who was no reaction, and very nervous because of being tied on such position. then Giovanni spoke: - Gabriel, you never noticed, but I always liked you, always tried to be near you, and I would say "I love you"... And then, giovanni approached the face of gabriel and kissed him. but Gabriel, even though they are tied, said: - You think I do not understand? I also like you, beauty fool. and they kissed again, - Untie me at once! - Gabriel protested that he was getting tired of that uncomfortable position. - Why should I? - Asked Giovanni, with a Blindfold on the hand - with you so I can do many tricks with you, -- and put a Blindfold on gabriel - what you gonna do? - Asked Gabriel and Gioavanni, putting his hand on the exposed cock of Gabriel, said: - we will let the night decide...   Model:Wolfric Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 04/24/2012

Glossy

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Model: Lyle Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 06/11/2007