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Sound Asleep
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Model Rex
Photograph by Caitiff Date of Production 09/23/2020 -
Sporty
26 photos; 5:43 video
Model: Bobby Photography by Caitiff and Nick007 Date of Production: 6-19-2015
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Taken Out
26 photos; 6:04 video
Rex decides ot take out the competition. He overpowers Donovan. Donovan soon finds himself tied up, cleave gagged, and at Rex's mercy in a back room. Model:Donovan Model:Rex Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:07/04/2014
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Feeling Blue
16 photos
Model: Craig Photography by Slade Date of Production:08/27/2014
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Put To Bed
24 photos; 6:24 video
Model: Chad Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 09/22/2011
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Red Rope Sexy
25 photos; 4:53 video
Model Rhett Tucker
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production 08/18/2020
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Please Don't Gag Me!
17 photos; 5:05 video
Model Rex
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production 09/19/2020 -
Hot and Sweaty
22 photos; 2:54 video
Bound Guy played by Vladimir
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/11/2020 -
Machismo
21 photos; 3:46 video
Model:Mickey O'Shea Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:12/17/2013
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Hog Tied Recruit By: Nick007
25 photos; 5:12 video
IN REX'S NAVY Where can you find pleasure, search the his body for treasure, learn knots, ropeology? Where can you begin to make your dreams all come true on his shaft or on his extremity? Where can you learn to gag, play in his pants or skindive, study Rexography? Sign up for his big prick or sit on his grand dick when your team and others meet. In Rex's Navy, yes, you can tie up Rex with such ease. In Rex's Navy, yes, you can put his mind into ecstasy. In Rex's Navy, come on now men, make his stand. In Rex's Navy, can't you see he needs your hand. In Rex's Navy, come on, protect the kickstand. In Rex's Navy, come on and join your fellow, man. In Rex's Navy, come on, people, and make it stand. In Rex's Navy, in Rex's Navy. He wants you! He wants you! He wants you to tie him up! If you like adventure don't you wait to enter his recruiting orifice fast. Don't you hesitate, there is no need to wait; he is signing up new semen fast. Maybe you are too young to join up today but don't you worry 'bout his thing for I'm sure there will be always the good Navy enjoying his dong and rear. In the Navy... He wants you! He wants you! He wants you to rope him hard! He wants you! He wants you! He wants you to rope him hard! ..But..but..but I'm afraid of water! ..hey..hey..look, men... I get seasick even watching it on the TV! He wants you! - Oh my goodness! He wants you! - What am I gonna do to his portside? He wants you! He wants you! In Rex's Navy. In Rex's Navy... Model:Rex Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:02/19/2014
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Eye Candy
24 photos
Model: Steve Photography by Caitiff
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Sit There and Take It
33 photos; 5:32 video
Model:Dean Model:Donovan Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:08/19/2014
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Best Bondage Buds
20 photos; 4:18 video
Model Axl James
Model Dick Bob
Rope Work by Slade
Photography by Slade Date of Production 08/02/2020 -
Skinny Boi
23 photos; 3:33 video
Model Jesse Daniels
Photograph by Caitiff Date of Production 09/1/2020 -
Coach Nabbed
30 photos; 5:12 video
Coach played by Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/10/2020
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Business Hostage By Caitiff
26 photos; 7:00 video
Aaron was used to getting his way. He ran a multi-million dollar company. He had scores who jumped at his every word. So he was most certainly not ok with being tied to a chair in his living room by his maid and her boyfriend. “You’ll never get away with this!” Aaron said, immediately wishing he could have thought of something better then a tired cliche. Of course they would get away with it. They had taken Aaron after he came home early to find them trying to jimmy his wall safe open. Aaron hadn't’ even realized his maid knew there was a wall safe. Now he was tied to a chair, his hands secured behind his back while more rope bound him across the chest and legs. They even ran some rope from the chair to his crotch, painfully restricting his package. “Shut up!” the boy friend said as he clamped a meaty hand over Aaron’s mouth. “Mmmpphhh!”, Aaron grunted. “Here” the maid tossed her boyfriend something black with straps. “Gag him with this.” Aaron’s mouth was XXXX open and a leather plug was shoved in. The straps were fastened tightly behind his head. “Good, now we can concentrate on the safe. I’ve been planning this job too long to let this asshole stop us now!” “Shit, the maid had been planning this all along! What the hell was the point of identity checks?! They left Aaron to struggle while they worked the safe. Instead of trying to open it, they just tore it out of the wall. Aaron could only watch as his most important papers and assets were stolen. HE struggled against his bonds to no avail. The ropes just got tighter the more he worked at them. “Mmmmppphhhaammmm!” The gag kept Aaron’s cursing to an unintelligible series of moans. He could even yell for help. Eventually the thieves got what they wanted and began to pack up to leave. The boy friend checked Aaron’s ropes. They were as secure as ever. As if he wasn't’ already helpless enough, a blindfold was tied around Aaron’s eyes. In the darkness, Aaron could hear his captors going out the door. “Adios. I would say the maid will be around tomorrow to untie you but... yeah.” Aaron could hear them laughing all the way. The End Aaron played by Garrettjan Photography by Sammy Date of Production:06/23/2011
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On Hold
19 photos; 5:30 video
Model: Charles Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:06/04/2013
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In Need by Fidelis
31 photos
Thump, thump, thump. I heard the familiar thudding of the footsteps approaching. It was time for my nightly ritual, the time that I tortured myself. I pushed aside the curtains, and crouched in my unlit window, my binoculars pressed to my eyes. Here he came. I twiddled with the binoculars until I had him in perfect focus. I could see each bead of sweat gleaming on his sculptured torso as he passed my house and turned up the path leading to the front door of the house next door. I chewed on my lower lip as he opened the door and disappeared from my view. Arrrgh, why did I do this to myself? I knew that he could never be mine – he was a real ladies man. Unfortunately, he was also extraordinarily pleasant. Magglio always had a minute to chat when we were both outside working in our gardens, or when we were both getting into cars at the same time. If he had been an insufferable prick, I could have told myself that I was lucky he was straight, but no – he had to be a nice guy! For the umpteenth time I ground my teeth in frustration, and berated myself for my stupidity. The only good thing about the whole situation was that Magglio had no idea of my feelings towards him, feelings that were fast becoming an obsession. My nights were made hideous by the dreams I had about him. I would awake in the morning feeling exhausted, the dark circles under my eyes getting larger and larger. I couldn’t go on like this much longer. Something was going to give sooner or later. Every day my desire seemed to grow deeper and deeper. I dropped the binoculars onto the floor and jumped up. I had to get a grip on myself. I was acting like a teenager, mooning over my gorgeous neighbour. I had to do something to distract myself. A good long walk and then a cold shower should do the trick. I had had more than my share of cold showers lately; unfortunately, they were becoming less and less effective. An hour later, I was returning home, soaked with sweat. I cast one last look at Magglio’s house, and stopped. His front door was ajar! I cast my mind back to when he had returned home – yes, he hadn’t shut it properly. I thought about what would happen if I crept into his house now. All the lights were off, he must have gone to bed. No, I told myself. It would be totally wrong to go in there. I knew that if I went in there, I wouldn’t be able to control myself. It took me about two seconds to make a decision. In I would go. But first, I had a few things that I had to pick up. It took me just minutes to get some rope and bandannas. I had to rummage around in my closet, trying to find my winter sports gear. Ah, here it was. I hadn’t skied in years, but I had kept all of my equipment. The ski mask was just the thing that I needed. Now I was ready. I pushed the door open and walking quietly made my way to Magglio’s bedroom. I switched on the light. There he was, sprawled out on the bed. The poor man must have been so tired that he hadn’t done more than remove his shoes and socks. Oh yum. My eyes feasted upon his body, from the soles of his feet up to his hair, still damp with sweat. I couldn’t wait to start. I thought a little tickling of his feet would be a good way to start. "What the…?" I pounced on him, slapping a hand across his mouth. I growled at him, trying to disguise my voice. "Don’t move, asshole. You’ll be sorry if I you do." I brandished a toy concealed item that I had taken from one of my little nephews, not believing that it was an appropriate plaything for a tot. Who would have thought it would come in so handy? Magglio was like a lamb. He submitted to having his hands bound behind. He tried to protest when I shoved a bandanna into his mouth, but I waved the concealed item in his face, and he shut up. It took me only a moment to bind his feet together, and then there he was, sitting on the edge of his bed, a totally delectable package, all roped and gagged and at my mercy. "GGMWHADDYAMMWANT? MMWALLETMMONDRESSER." Little did my hunky neighbour know that it wasn’t his money that I was after. He got an intimation of what was in store for him as I pushed him back onto the bed, running my minds over his chest, letting them linger as I caressed his muscles. He compressed as lips as I squeezed his pecs. "MMWHATMMFUCKMUDOING? GGKEEPMMURMHANDSOFF!" I chuckled softly as I pushed him down on his back. He could make all the muffled protestations that he wanted. He was all tied up and gagged and wasn’t going anywhere. Magglio was finally mine! I could do anything I wanted to with the Hispanic stud, and there wasn’t a thing he could do to stop me. "MMMNOOOO! GMMPLEEZ! MMDONT!" I almost laughed as I saw the look of consternation on Magglio’s face. The poor guy probably thought that something awful was going to happen to him. Foolish man. I was determined to have my fun, but I was going to try to make sure that he ended up enjoying himself too. "Calm down, stud. Just lie back and relax." Poor Magglio. For some reason my words didn’t have the desired effect. The bound and gagged hunk rolled around on the bed, yelling through his gag and thrashing about like a man possessed. I hunkered down, watching him, enjoying the show that he was putting on. I saw fresh sweat forming on his chest. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned over and licked some of it, savouring the salty taste. It wasn’t the only salty thing that I was hoping to taste tonight! This really seemed to alarm him even more. He rolled over onto his stomach, whimpering through his gag, showing his luscious butt. Now my senses were really inflamed! Until now, I hadn’t fully appreciated the true beauty of his behind. Once again, I was unable to help myself. I just had to lean over and squeeze those ravishing cheeks. That action set off another round of shrieking and struggling. I winced as his bound feet hit me in the face. I knew that it wasn’t on purpose, so I held no malice towards Magglio. But….I would have to make sure that it didn’t happen again. "There, that’s better, isn’t it? We can’t have those lovely feet of yours flying about in that fashion, can we? Talking about feet…it’s time for a little treat for me." Magglio, now hogtied, whimpered and moaned as I chowed down on his tasty toes, letting my tongue run between. He squirmed and then giggled as I let my tongue move from his toes to the soles of his feet. They were a bit ripe from his run, but not too distasteful. I let my hands slid up under his loose shorts as I nibbled on his toes. Once again he started bucking and shrieking. I was glad that the houses were so far apart; otherwise the neighbours would hear his frantic cries, even with the gag in his mouth. The poor man was frantically trying to get his hands loose, but my knots held. I decided to increase my fun. I didn’t want the helpless stud to see everything that was going on, plus my ski mask was getting just a tad warm. I took another bandanna and wrapped it snugly over Magglio’s eyes, knotting it tightly at the back of his head. Then I rolled him over onto his back. I was salivating at this point, besides working up a good sweat. "GMMMNOOOOOO! OMYMMMGOD! SHTTOPPPPP!!!!!" I did the think the poor boy was protesting a bit too much. After all, he WAS responding to my kneading his groin! I could see a very interesting growth inside his shorts, loose though they were. Of course, it was nothing compared to the growth in my shorts. I unzipped myself, freeing my raging erection, then I yanked down Magglio’s shorts. My dreams were finally about to come true, as I lowered my head and prepared to enjoy a very tasty snack. THE END Magglio played by Clark Photography by Caitiff
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Playing With My New Toy
25 photos; 4:47 video
Model: Patrick aka Tynan Fox Photography: Caitiff Date of Production: 11/26/2014
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Couch Bound
29 photos; 4:08 video
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Bound Guy played by Boone
Rope Work by LaShyguy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: : 09/26/2020 -
No Touching Allowed
22 photos; 8:48 video
Bound Guy played by Steve Thompson
Photgography by Caitiff Date of Production: 09/24/2020
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Can't Trust You
18 photos; 3:43 video
Gaqgged Bear played by Rex
Photography by Caitiff Date of production: 09/23/2020 -
Tight Hold By Caitiff
34 photos; 5:32 video
It was all supposed to be so simple. Roger needed money. He didn’t even realise that people bet on college wresting. But a guy approached him with a very tempting argument. If Roger, the star wrestler on his team, “disappeared” then his team would most likely lose. The guy would make lots of money and would cut Roger in for half. Roger felt bad but a butt load of money would soothe a lot of guilt. What made Roger a bit leery though was that the guy wanted it to look like a takening. It started out simply enough. Roger would be at the campus in full view an hour before the match was scheduled. A van would pull up and Roger would be “XXXX” into it by masked men. That was ok, Roger supposed. What he wasn’t so sure about was the part where Roger had his hands tied tightly back his back. “Hey, what are you...Mmmpphh!”, Roger’s complaints were cut off when his shanghaiers shoved a red bandanna into his mouth, wedging it between his lips. It was tied so tightly that Roger couldn't’ shake it off or loosen it with his tongue. Ok, this was a bit too realistic. He had agreed to this. It wasn’t as if he was going to resist or run away. But it was too late now. Roger had committed himself. Gagged, Roger couldn’t even ask where they were going. He estimated the van drove for about an hour before it stopped and side door opened. Roger was shoved out. He was half marched half shoved into a basement apartment. Just cooperate and it will all be over ina few hours, Roger thought to himself as he was shoved onto a bed. At least he would be somewhat comfortable though the bondage still seemed a bit excessive. The shanghaiers got out more rope that was used to tie up Roger’s feet and legs. The rope bound Roger’s thighs to his ankles and his toes. Roger felt really constricted by the rope binding him. Even though he was here by choice, Roger began to struggle against his bondage. He rolled and twisted but he didn’t find any slack. He was held tighter then he had ever been held by any competitor. A wrestler may get tired if you struggled enough. But the ropes just got tighter. “Mmm!”, Roger moaned through his gag, begging to be let go. He would promise not run away or cause any trouble if they would just untie him. His shanghaier’s response though was the opposite to what Roger had wanted. Instead of untying him, they tied him with even more rope and then sealed the cleave gag into his mouth with tape. Just to make sure he knew who was in charge, Roger’s captors pinched his nose close. Roger struggled but couldn't’ get away to catch a breath until the shanghaier decided to let go. Roger got the message. He was totally helpless. His captors could do whatever they wanted to do to him. This takening was becoming way too real. Roger didn’t know how long he lay on that bed. The match must have ended by now. Soon this ordeal would be over. It must have been late afternoon when the man who had originally talked Roger into this deal walked into the room. Thank God, Roger thought, now I can be let go and get my money. But the man had other ideas. “Has our boy been good?”, the man asked. “More or less. But if he keeps it up we may have to put him under for shipping.” Shipping?! What were they talking about. “That’s ok. We just need to hold him a few more weeks so we can get the ransom. Poor schmuck. He just stood there and let us take him thinking he would make some money. Like anyone bets on college wrestling.” Roger’s heart leapt to his throat as his shanghaiers, his very real shanghaiers, laughed at their very real captive. The End Roger played by Xavier Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 03/13/2010
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Office Hijinks by LAshyguy
21 photos; 5:30 video
This has to be the most embarrassing predicament I’ve ever gotten myself into, and that includes skinny dipping with my scuba instructor while my wife was sunbathing on the beach. Granted, I haven’t exactly been the most loyal of husbands, but my wife doesn’t exactly live a horrible life. As the chief executive officer at my very successful company with a house in Bel Air, a summer home in Oahu, and a chateau in Nice, it’s safe to say that my adorable little gold-digger of a spouse just needed to look the other way in regards to my extracurricular activities to continue enjoying her lavish lifestyle. But after this, I can safely say divorce bells are in the air. I’ve had my share of flings at the office, executive assistants, managers, even a vice president or two over the years, but never in my wildest dreams did I ever expect to find myself slumming it with the help. Consuela came into the office every time after hours to clean up, and for some reason, I found myself drawn to her. Now, she had been cleaning my office for over a decade, so what made me want her tonight was beyond me, but the sex drive wants what it wants. Before I knew it, we were on top of my desk doing what I do best outside of signing multi-million dollar deals, and all was right with the world…until she showed up. I don’t know how I forgot she was meeting me at the office tonight, but it slipped my mind. Skyler walked in just as I was getting to the good part. I jumped off Consuela and quickly tried to explain, but there wasn’t much of a point. Skyler unloaded on me like never before, admitting to knowing about my previous adulterous encounters. My response…I told her to shut up and be grateful for the life I’ve given and continued to give her. I think that’s where I made my mistake, because before I knew it, she pulled her shocking Mugger-B-Gone device out of her five-thousand dollar purse, and everything went dark. When I awoke, I couldn’t see a thing, and it only took me moments to figure out why. A blindfold impeded my vision. Reaching up and removing it would’ve been nice, but my hands were bound behind my back, my arms pinned to my side, feet tied together. That warm taste in my mouth was my own saliva drenching the bandanna stuffed inside and secured with several layers of tape wrapped around my mouth. I managed to pull myself to my feet, but that was the best I could do. I didn’t want to risk hurting myself by jumping around blindly in the dark, and I definitely didn’t want to rip the ten thousand dollar Armani suit I was wearing. All I could think about was Skyler, and how wonderful it would be to have my lawyers eviscerate her in divorce court. She won’t see a dime of alimony. She could go back to living with her middle-class working parents in their single family home in the middle of Nowhere, Idaho. I twisted and turned to try and get myself free, but the knots held tight. I tried calling for help, but it was no use. It was probably the middle of the night by now, and the only person in the entire twenty story building was the security guard on the first floor. And I guessed they didn’t install security cameras in every single room, so I was pretty much screwed. That is until I heard a door open to the outside floor. With a glimmer of hope, I started yelling as loudly as I could through my gag. *** I swear these night shifts were taking too much of a toll on me…and my family. I’ve asked to be switched to the day shift, but the seniority card kept getting played on me. I thought about going out and finding another job, but this place took care of me well enough. Plus, everyone on the twentieth floor was really nice to me, except for Mr. Brandt. Brandt was the CEO of the entire corporation, and I had heard stories about his tyranny, but it wasn’t until I was transferred to the twentieth floor that I got to witness it firsthand. He treated his employees like trash. In fact, the only ones he ever favored were the pretty young women who I was sure he was messing around with, even though he was married. One time I forgot to clean the trash in his office, and I was called into the office...on a Sunday, mind you…to get chewed out by him. I guess money doesn’t buy you kindness; it just costs you a soul. Tonight I happened to be fifteen minutes early, so I took it upon myself to head up to twenty and get started early. As I walked down the hall, I saw beautiful blonde wearing clothing and accessories that probably added up to my annual salary. She stopped me in the corridor and smiled. “Are you responsible for cleaning this floor,” she asked. “Yes, ma’am,” I replied. “Good, because I left you a rather large piece of cheating trash in your facilities closet.” She walked off without another word. Cheating trash? What did that mean? I found out moments later as I opened the main office door and hear the muffled sounds coming from the facilities closet. I walked over and opened the door, and there was Mr. Brandt, bound, gagged and blindfolded in the closet. For a moment, I stood there in stunned silence. Here was one of the richest men I’ve ever encountered in my life, completely helpless. It quickly dawned on me what was going on here. Cheating trash? Apparently, Mrs. Brandt caught her husband in the act and somehow managed to subdue him. The rope and tape she used were from the closet, and the bandana covering his eyes was one of mine. My first instinct was to untie Mr. Brandt and let him go, but then that Sunday morning came screaming back into the foreground of my memory. Between that and whatever he did to his poor wife, I decided it was time for me to teach Mr. Brandt a lesson. *** The wave of relief that washed over me was nearly euphoric. Whoever this person was, they were going to get handsomely rewarded once they untied me. And by handsomely, I meant I’d have them fired. There was no way I wanted this embarrassing situation to get out, and the last thing I needed was a witness to it. A CEO needs always has to appear powerful and in control, and being tied up, gagged and abandoned like a piece of garbage was not the image I needed spread around the office. Mr. Brandt is flawless in the eyes of his servants. I tried explaining to the person who found me to take out the gag first, but it was no use. All I could get out were some loud MMMPHS at best. However, clearly this person would just untie my hands; once those were free I was sure I could manage the rest. Even removing the blindfold would help, at least so I could identify my rescuer and plot his professional demise. But what happened was completely unexpected…and absolutely infuriating. My “rescuer” grabbed me by the ropes and gently led me out of the small room. It was hard to move because my feet were tied together, but his gentle tugs at the ropes XXXX me to either hop forward or lose my balance and fall to the floor. Not wanting to further embarrass myself, I followed his tugs and hopped my way out of the room. Why the hell wasn’t this guy untying me? Doesn’t he know who the hell I am? *** It was clear to me that Mr. Brandt had no idea who I was thanks to the blindfold. As I gently pulled at the ropes around his chest, XXXX him to hop forward at my command, I started to smile. Mr. Brandt always seemed to take pleasure in treating his employees like slaves, constantly berating them and making them feel worthless. At least, that’s how I felt when he scolded me for my mistake. Now it was my turn. After getting Mr. Brandt out of the room, I wheeled up a small white chair next to him. I led him down into the seat, assuring him that everything was fine. Mr. Brandt followed my order and sat down. There was nothing more enjoyable than watching this multi-million dollar tyrant cater to my command. This is what it felt like to be in charge, and it felt fantastic. *** This was completely unacceptable. Here I was, the richest man in this building, probably in the entire city, and I was at the mercy of this peon who was playing games with me. He sat me in a chair, and instead of untying me, pulled the chair into the center of the room. What the hell game was he playing here? I pleaded with him through the gag, but he couldn’t understand a word of it. Even if he did, I don’t think he was listening to me anyway. And that wet bandana in my mouth was leaving a really sour taste now, pissing me off even more. At first, I had no idea what this guy was doing while I sat in that chair completely helpless. Was he just leering at me? Plotting? Was he pleasuring himself in front of me? I tried expelling every creepy thought my imagination could come up with and focus on the problem. I needed to get free, and I needed to do it now. I started struggling, twisted my wrists every which way to find some slack to pull on, a knot to untie and make my escape. But the more I pulled and twisted, the tighter the ropes were getting. I have no idea how my wife knew how to tie knots, but the ungrateful wench finally proved to be good at something. In the meantime, I had no idea what the hell this guy who found me was doing. I continued to struggle until I heard a strange sound in the room. It sounded like a light whoosh going across the floor, and after a few moments, it finally dawned on me what was happening. This guy was sweeping the floor while I sat here bound and gagged at his mercy. *** Despite the fun I was having with Mr. Brandt, I still had a job to do. So I broke out the broom and started sweeping around my clearly irritated captive. Every so often I would stop and listen to him plead through that mass of tape covering his mouth, making every single word he uttered completely inaudible. Once he realized I wasn’t listening to him, he would return to struggling. That was even more fun to watch. He turned his body and limbs in every direction imaginable considering his limited range of motion. And even though I couldn’t see the frustration in his eyes, it was evident. After I finished sweeping, Mr. Brandt said something in his breath that almost sounded like begging, or at least, that’s what I chose to hear. I thought he was finally starting to break down, which was exactly what I wanted him to feel. I wanted him to feel what it was like to be someone like me, someone who looked at a rich man like him and felt completely insignificant and helpless. Clearly this was an extreme situation, but knowing the roles were reversed and he was finally realizing it gave me a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. Someone was finally reaching through that arrogant, pompous exterior and exposing Mr. Brandt for being just like everyone else. I thought at this time, I could untie him and he would’ve learned his lesson…but I wasn’t done cleaning yet. So I pulled out the vacuum and started cleaning the carpet. Little did I know how much more spunk Mr. Brandt had left in him, because he started thrashing and complaining the minute I turned on the vacuum. Clearly there was more he needed to learn. *** First sweeping, and now vacuuming? I couldn’t take any more of this insolence, but there was nothing I could do about it. It was clear this guy was enjoying himself, enjoying watching me suffer. And if there’s one thing I find completely demeaning, it’s showing weakness in front of another human being. I kept trying to break free of the ropes, but nothing was working. I filled my mouth up with more saliva than ever before in hopes of wetting the tape enough to slide it off my lips, but that didn’t work either. That stupid bandana was soaking up most of the saliva, and even if I got the tape wet enough, it felt like there were miles of it around my mouth. I even tried raising my eyebrows up and down in hopes of slipping the blindfold off. Nothing was working…and this guy was just vacuuming around me. He even lifted my feet by the ropes that held them together to clean the carpet under them. This wasn’t funny to begin with, but firing this guy wasn’t going to be enough now. Now I was his special guest, even if he wasn’t the one who tied me up and left me in that other room. This was takening, and the police were going to be involved once I was free. *** By this point, I was pretty much done cleaning up the office. I looked over at a very exasperated, tired and very angry Mr. Brandt and contemplated my next move. Obviously, I couldn’t untie him now. Not only would I lose my job, but I’d probably wind up in jail. Sure, I didn’t take him to begin with, but holding him here like this was clearly some kind of offense in the eyes of the law. So, I grabbed the chair, which luckily was on wheels, and wheeled it and Mr. Brandt back into the facilities closet. I was sure it wouldn’t be hard for Mr. Brandt to figure out who was cleaning this twentieth floor tonight. My keycard would prove I was here. However, I had a plan to take care of that. When I came to work tomorrow, I would put in a request for a new keycard and explain that my keycard went missing shortly after arriving for work tonight. Between that and the fact that Mr. Brandt never saw my face, I thought that would be enough to cover my tracks. I closed the facilities closet door and headed out the office. I stopped before leaving just to listen to Mr. Brandt’s muffled screams for one last time. And in those final pleading cries, I thought to myself…I think he’s finally learned his lesson. *** I couldn’t call the cops on him. I could easily find out who cleaned this floor tonight, but involving the police would only mean making this entire embarrassment public knowledge. I couldn’t do that to myself. My credibility would take a serious hit. And I couldn’t bring this up to my lawyers either for the same reason. Skyler and this idiot who left me here were going to get away with this…maybe. It all depended on whether or not I could free before the morning shift arrived. I continued to find a way out of the damn ropes, but nothing was working. As the night wore on and my energy depleted, I started to wonder what I did to deserve this. Then I thought of Consuela, the scuba diver, and the countless other women I treated like objects that were used and discarded. I thought about my mystery rescuer who didn’t rescue me at all. Was he someone I mistreated, too? Maybe I should really think about how I treat other people before… Screw that. I needed to get the hell out of here before the morning. I started struggling with all the energy I had as the dark, endless minutes ticked away in my mind. Model: Joe Photography by Nick007 Date of Production: 4-25-2015
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Featured Update
A Day at the Park
19 photos; 6:16 video
Model: Cardoso
Photography by Marco Grieco
See More of Cordoso Here
Date of Production: 06/08/2024
Tags: ball gag, stripped, exposed, muscle, outdoors, shirtless, hairy
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Featured Update
Purple Spandex
36 photos; 5:23 video
Model: Patrick AKA Tynan Fox
Rope Work by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/02/2025
Tags: Spandex, hog tie, plug gag, twink
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Nothing But His Socks
30 photos; 3:30 video
Model: Dennis
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/04/2024
Tags: stuff gag, nude, nudity, socks, gagging, tattoos
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Sore Dick Tied
25 photos; 5:00 video
Model: Gerard
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/29/2023
Tags: plug gag, nude, nudity, fondle, hog tie, stroke, bad guy, dominated
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Pulling It
21 photos; 5:18 video
Model: Brian
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/11/2024
Tags: plug gag, otter, underwear, exposed, strip, socks, orgasm, fondle, grope, bad guy, hog tie
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Tormenting Cody
20 photos; 5:35 video
Model: Cody Jonson
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/08/2024
Tags: spanking, cleave gag, nude, nudity, twink, bare foot, dominated, hog tie
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Fresh Out of the Shower
29 photos; 3:33 video
Bound Guy played by Adrien Fowler
Intruder played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/05/2024
Tags: twink, underwear, hog tie, bad guy, socks, gagging, otm gag, stuff gag, bad guy, hand gag
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Thought You Would Get Away?
25 photos; 3:27 video
Bound Guy played by Holden Cox
Bad Guy played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/04/2024
Tags: grabbed, hand gag, bad guy, frog tie, socks, escape, tape gag