20 photos; 11:42 video
Captured Cop played by Rex
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/05/2019
25 photos; 6:30 video
The XXXXer played by Micah Stone
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/10/2020
28 photos; 6:30 video
It was almost 2 AM, but Marc wasn't tired. It had been a great night at the club and he'd just finished tallying up the cash receipts. $7500! Not bad, for one night. He inserted the cash into a canvas bag and was about to lock the safe when a voice came out of nowhere. "Don't lock that safe," the voice said. Marc swung around from his desk and saw two men, dressed in dark suits, with black bandanna masks on their faces, their eyes hidden behind sunglasses. "What the...?" Marc gasped. "Stay calm and quiet, and you won't get hurt", the first man said. Marc's eyes froze on the concealed item aimed at him. "Stand up, hands in front", the first masked intruder ordered. Marc stood up and crossed his wrists in front of his crotch. The second man, who hadn't spoken at all, dropped a small knapsack onto the floor, and removed coils of black and white rope. Marc held his breath, knowing he was about to be tied up. His crossed wrists were soon tightly bound in front, and he was pushed down onto the futon. The two men turned away and discussed something between themselves. They'd already picked up the cash bag and stuck it into the knapsack. The one who'd tied him turned towards Marc, holding a long strip of black cloth in his hand. Marc knew it was a gag, and he didn't like the idea. "Look, guys, please..just take the cash. I don't have an alarm system, and you can...MMMMPPPPHHH!!" Marc's plea was cut off as the black cloth was pulled tightly between his teeth and knotted off. The cloth bit at the corners of his mouth, but he realized being tied up and gagged was a better alternative than the concealed item. "Stand up, please," the one who had tied and gagged him said. At least he's polite, Marc begrudgingly thought, as he stood up. The man started wrapping coils of rope around Marc's broad chest, making sure to tightly cinch each coil. Soon, the coils of rope were worked down his tree-trunk thighs, knees and ankles, even through his ass and linked to his wrist bonds. "He needs more gag", the first guy said, and the second grunted in agreement, removing a roll of wide silver duct tape from his bag. Marc grunted as the tape was wrapped around his mouth three times. Then he was pushed back down onto the futon. The two thieves left without another word, and Marc was left helplessly bound and gagged in his own club. A profitable night had turned into a bondage nightmare! Model: Ron Jeffries Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:03/14/2013
29 photos; 3:01 video
XXXX XXXX XXXX! Don got up from his chair and went to see who was at the door. As he opened it, he saw skater punk looking very stoned. “You again? What do you want?” he asked. “Dude? I am, like, selling these chocolate bars..... for my school.... or something.” the stoner said trying to control his laughter. Earlier that day, him and his buddies were cruising around the neighborhood, blaring their music at full blast at 8 in the morning. Skating all over and bumping into cars to set their alarms off. Don worked nights so after a morning of not so peaceful XXXX, he wasn't in any mood to deal with this guy. “So where's the chocolate then?” he asked. “The what?!” the stoner asked. “The supposed chocolate you're selling.” “Dude you have chocolate! I totally could go for some right now.” Deprived of XXXX and now having to deal with the cause of that, Don got an idea. “Yeah... “dude”... I got some in here. Come inside and get some.” Don opened the door more and gestured his visitor to come in. And being stoned out of mind and the idea of “better judgment” no longer a valid concept, the stoner walked right in. “The chocolate is in my basement. Follow me.” Don said. The two walked down the stairs and into the basement. Coils of ropes hung from hooks on the walls, along with a large assortment of other gear you don't typically find in a household. “Dude where's the chocolate?” The stoner asked. “You'll get it soon.” Don said as he grabbed a coil of rope off the wall. “You got to work for it first.” Don pulled the stoners arms behind his back and began lashing his wrists together. “So I get the chocolate after I do this?” he asked. “Uh yeah. Of course you do.” Don replied. He then covered the stoner's mouth with blue duct tape. He pushed the stoner down to the ground and tied his feet together. He watched for a minute while he rolled on the ground trying to get out. Then Don decided his guest had too much mobility. So he took some more rope and put him into a hogtie. “Ok so here's whats going to happen. I'm going to go call off work tonight and get a good XXXX in since you cause my XXXX to be interrupted. Then maybe I'll let you go after you come down off the high. Maybe not. Haven't decided yet. As you can see from my wall here, I have plenty of tools to keep you here and 'entertained'. Well I'll be entertained. Well you have a good night here. I'll back in the morning.” Don left the basement and shut the door. Finally, peace and quiet. The End. Model: Matthew Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:07/09/2013
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Cont from part 1
As Sierra stepped out of his car, concealed item in hand, I began slamming myself against the door. I doubted anyone would hear me, but it was my only chance. Sierra grabbed me by the hair and pulled me away from the door. Tied hand and foot, I could not do anything to resist him. He dragged me, step by painful step, to his car. He shoved me into the back seat.
"You are without a doubt the stupidest detective who ever lived," Sierra said as he pulled the car out of the garage. “Even a moron like you should have figured out he was being set up. Why would Harrison have needed to hire you to break in to his own office? He’s got a key to the place.”
I didn’t like being called a moron, but I couldn’t say much about it at the moment.
“We needed someone to take the fall for all the money we’ve been taking,” he said. “Now we’ve got you on the security cameras, hacking in to the computer and accessing the secure accounts. You’ll take the blame, especially after you mysteriously disappear.”
Sierra was driving to the east side of town, an area full of abandoned warehouses and factories. The car came to a stop behind a large warehouse. “This is our stop,” Sierra said, dragging me out of the car. I yelled into the gag again, but no one was around to hear me. “Quit whining,” Sierra said. “I’m not going to hurt you unless you make me. We’re just going to keep you here while we move the rest of the money. Then we’ll let you out – so you can take the rap for us.”
Sierra pushed me through the back door of the warehouse. “Welcome to your new home,” he said. Pressing the concealed item against my head with one hand, he loosened the ropes around my wrists. I wanted to wrap my hands around his throat, but I didn’t want to take any chances with a concealed item to my head.
He pulled my wrists together in front of me and tied them tightly again. Then he tied another rope around them and tossed it up over one of the pipes running over our heads. He pulled until me arms were stretched out above my head and then tied the rope off.
“That won’t be very comfortable, I’m afraid, but it will be secure,” Sierra said. He walked over to the side of the room and got a bottle of water. Then he pulled the gag out of my mouth and gave me a drink.
“What are you going to do, just leave me alone here?” I said.
Sierra stuffed the bandanna gag back into my mouth, then laughed. “Who said I was going to leave you alone?” he said. “Embezzlement is just one of my hobbies. I also enjoy messing with big, dumb, muscular lunkheads like yourself.”
I couldn’t figure out what he meant, until he started undoing my belt. I twisted my body away from him, but you can’t get very far when your arms are tied above your head. When my belt was loose, he undid my pants and started sliding them down.
“MMRRFF MF! NNFF!”
“I said quit whining,” my tormentor said. “We’re going to be having some fun for the next few weeks, so you need to relax. I said I wasn't going to hurt you, you big crybaby, ” He slid my pants further down.
A few weeks of this? I pulled at the ropes around my wrist, but they held tight. Now the bastard was pulling my underwear down. “I’ve wanted to see that ass ever since Harrison hired you,” Sierra said. “And it was worth the wait!”
As Sierra started to run his hands over my body, I heard a noise outside. Someone was there! I started making as much noise as I could through the gag.
“HHHMMFF! HHHMMFF MMF!”
Sierra didn’t even look up. He was still pawing me. “I wouldn’t get my hopes up too high if I were you. The only people who have keys to this place are me and –“
Harrison. The rat who hired me and played me for a sap. He was walking through the door, smiling. "I can’t believe you started without me,” he said, in a petulant voice. “After I went to all the trouble of finding us the perfect patsy.”
“I was just warming him up for you,” Sierra said. “And you're right, he is perfect. I’ll miss him when you and I are in the Cayman Islands.”
“I guess we’ll have to make the most of him while we have the chance,” Harrison said. He slapped my ass, as if I were a piñata. “After all, he’s not going anywhere.”
End
Marco played by Clark
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/21/2006
22 photos; 5:25 video
Chad was out for a run when he was grabbed. Now he finds himself bound and gagged ina dusty warehouse. Will he escape? Model:Chad Photography by Caitiff
25 photos; 4:32 video
Model: Jesse Daniels
Photography By Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/26/2010
32 photos; 5:31 video
Model played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/18/2020
30 photos; 7:04 video
Twink played by Dante
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/24/2019
21 photos; 5:18 video
Dirk’s ship had come in. Thanks to his new skills as a burglar, he had finally began to get some serious money. It was so easy. Dirk had set himself up selling home security systems. They systems worked. Except when Dirk put in his back door code that opened the whole system up. Dirk also had the means to know when the system was active so he could tell when the home owners were most like All that day, Dirk had been going to house to house, turning off the alarm and raiding the place. By he time anyone knew what had happened, Dirk would be long gone. At the last house, Dirk did as he had with all the others. He turned off the alarm and made to enter. Weirdly the alarm was already off. But Dirk knew the owner wasn't’ home. Maybe they forgot to turn it on, Dirk thought. No matter. Just made his job all the easier. Now the guy wouldn't’ even necessarily think to blame Dirk. Dirk entered the home, looked around.. and was immediately punched in the face! Dirk went down and everything went black. When Dirk awakened, he found himself securely tied up and gagged with a filthy sock in his mouth. “Mmmmpphhaaa?” Dirk exclaimed. Around him two men were busily taking everything they could carry outside. “I thought you said the owners wouldn't’ be home?” one of the men said to his partner. “I thought so too, No matter. We’ll be long gone before anyone finds this guy.” “mmmmm!”, Dirk grunted. The house was already being robbed when he got here. The men made to leave, tying Dirk's feet so he couldn't’ walk away. Desperately Dirk struggled against his bonds. IF he didn't’ get out of here before the real owners showed up, there was no way he could explain his van parked outside full of stolen property. The end Dirk played by Floyd Fitz Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:07/09/2012
35 photos; 3:06 video
Models: Clark & Stan Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/02/2006
23 photos
I had worked on the case for several weeks now. Being a private dick had its perks. I made my own hours and the money was pretty good. It also meant long hours and meals eaten out of a greasy paper bag. The downfalls seemed worth it when I would see the satisfaction on a client’s face, not to mention the check in my hand. In my business sometimes your life can be put on the line, but I had developed a tough skin along with a strong affinity for cheap booze. I’ve had my share of close calls, but none so close as the one I encountered with this case. John Harrison walked into my office five weeks ago. He was a small man with big problems. He owned an investment company with his partner Mr. Sierra. His partner had been embezzling cash from client accounts to live a lavish lifestyle that was beyond his means; hard earned retirement money from elderly people who trusted him. This burned me. It was the kind of case I liked to sink my teeth into. Mr. Harrison an honest man was beside himself. He had come across some transferred funds on his partner’s lab top. He didn’t have time to retrieve the proof from his partner’s hard drive, before Sierra walked into the office. That where I came in. It was cut and dry. I would follow Sierra to various locations, watch his every move. I would get a job at the investment company with Mr. Harrison’s help. I would work as an office supply guy. I would learn the layout of the office, get spare keys from Harrison and break into the office on a Sunday to steal the hard evidence. I needed to download all documents and transactions from Sierra’s lab top. I would let Harrison know what I found and hand the evidence over to the authorities. It was a run of the mill job. Mr. Harrison did warn me that Sierra had a temper, and was known to have a perverse side to him. I wasn’t worried I had dealt with my fair share of creeps. This guy was an easy read, or so I thought. I spent weeks learning his routine. I followed him various banks, with a little flirting with a couple of bank tellers, I learned he had been making large deposits into various accounts carrying his name. After a few weeks I had confirmed something fishy was going on. All I needed was hard proof for the cops. I decided to break in the following Sunday for the files. It would be quiet and the office would be closed. I drove up to the building and made my way through the parking garage, concealed item in hand, just in case I ran into someone unexpected. I never used it, but it would help me put someone on ice until my job was done. I entered the office and downloaded what I needed on to a disk. It was all there, everything I needed to bust this punk. I carefully exited the door leading to the garage parking lot, that’s where it happened. I was caught off guard. There he stood, Sierra with a grin on his face and a concealed item in his hand. He got the jump on me. He had known all along who I was. Mr. Harrison had sung like a canary the day he hired me. He had struck up a deal with his partner. I was being used, but for what? He took my concealed item and told me to be quiet. He punched me and I was out. When I came to I was sitting the ground. Sierra was in the process of tying me up. He tied my hands behind me. The rope felt like a tightly coiled snake wrapped around my writs. I could feel my fingers tingling. A red bandanna was pulled between my teeth keeping me from talking. I struggled but it was no use, he had me right he wanted me. I tried to sit up but was met with a XXXX to my face. He bound my ankles together to keep from running. He disappeared around the corner to bring his car around. This was my chance. I made it to my feet and began hopping to the door. If I could get inside I could hide, and maybe get the gag out of my mouth and yell for help. I hopped several feet towards the door. Just as I was about to reach the door, headlights from Sierra’s car shined on me. What was he going to do with me? To be continued Marco played by Clark Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/21/2006
24 photos; 4:23 video
Model: Garretjan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/13/2011
49 photos; 10:58 video
Worker played by Jon Storm
Bad Guy played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/15/2020
30 photos; 5:33 video
Bare Bear played by Dean
Bad Guy played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/15/2020
20 photos; 7:42 video
Rugby player played by Nick Armor
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/10/2020
28 photos; 5:11 video
Model: Garret
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/24/2012
23 photos; 5:35 video
Model: Patrick Aka Tynan Fox Photography: Caitiff Date of Production: 11/26/2014
25 photos; 5:37 video
Model: Ryan Rockford
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production 03/14/2009009
24 photos; 4:32 video
Model: Matthew Photography by Sammy Date of Production:06/13/2011
23 photos; 4:34 video
Garretjan has all been good with numbers, but when he saw some weird transactions in a account that belongs to big time XXXX dealer well he began to ask too many questions. Finding himself bound and gagged Garretjan is helpless and wondering if he will be able to escape. Can he escape?
15 photos; 6:17 video
Bart was getting sick and tired of telling his loaf of a roommate, Marlon, to stop falling aXXXX on their couch. They shared a two bedroom apartment, and both of them had televisions in their bedroom, so there really was no excuse. The main problem was Marlon was a privileged guy who worked part-time at best thanks to his parents providing him with everything he needed, including paying for his rent, bills and food. Marlon would take a job whenever he was in the mood, and he’d be lucky to last two months before either quitting or getting fired. This irked Bart because Marlon’s privileged attitude was interfering with his life. Aside from constantly finding him on the couch, he’d often come home from his twelve hour shift to find the place a mess, courtesy of Marlon and his fellow deadbeat friends. Bart even asked Marlon to move out to no avail, mostly because Marlon would say yes and then never do it. So, when Bart found Marlon once again XXXX on the couch after a grueling shift, he decided this would be the last time. Marlon was a ridiculously heavy XXXXer, and Bart decided to take advantage. He casually walked up to Marlon and fought back his anger at finding him once again wearing his sneakers on his couch. Bart carefully removed his sneaker without much trouble. Looking at his socked feet, Bart decided his socks would be a fitting addition to the punishment he was planning, so he set about removing them slowly and carefully. Bart went into the kitchen and pulled out two lengths or rope from the tool cabinet. He returned to look and his notorious roommate and pulled his arms behind his back. Bart knew if he could get Marlon’s hands tied without waking him up, the rest would be easy. Bart wrapped the rope around Marlon’s wrists and knotted them without as much as a stir. For a split second, Bart felt sorry for the man who had caused him so much trouble…this guy could XXXX through a nuclear explosion in his backyard. With his hands tied, Bart set to work on Marlon’s ankles, securing them with another length of rope. Bart stood up and looked down at his handiwork…not bad for someone who’d never tied anyone up before. He was fairly confident that this would be enough to get Marlon to move out, but he wanted to be absolutely sure that this would seal the deal. Bart grabbed Marlon’s socks and produced a rag out of his pocket that he used all day to wipe the sweat from his brow while working at the warehouse. Bart knew for sure that his roommate would wake up in the middle of his action, so he planned accordingly. Bart held Marlon’s socks to his nose and let him breathe in the stench of his own feet. After thirty seconds of that, Marlon finally began to wake up. Marlon opened his mouth, and before uttering a single word, Bart stuffed the socks into his mouth. Bart took the rag and wrapped it around Marlon’s face, knotting it behind his head. Bart stood up and looked down at his roommate, and now captive and a wave of satisfaction rushed through him. Here was the man who was making his life unnecessarily complicated, and he was at his mercy. “MMMPPPHH,” Marlon mustered half-heartedly. Bart chuckled. Even in this situation, Marlon sounded lazy to him. “Look, man, I’m not entirely comfortable with doing this to you, but I’ve told you a thousand times to keep the common rooms clean in the house and to stop XXXX on the couch. I’ve asked you to move out, and you refused. Let’s see if a few hours bound and gagged on my couch you love so much changes your mind. I’m going to go take a shower and get some XXXX.” Mmmppphhh, mmmppphhh.” “Sorry, man…can’t understand you. Later.” Bart started to leave the room, but a thought crept into his mind that was far more evil than his original intention. As cruel as it was, he figured he had already crossed the line. Bart took out his cell phone and set it up on the counter so that it had Marlon perfectly framed. He pressed the record button, waved at Marlon, and went into his room. Bart took the longest and most refreshing shower in his life followed by the most peaceful XXXX. Nobody blasted the television in the other room, nobody’s friends kept ringing the bell or XXXXing on the door, and nobody was making a mess in the living room. When he awoke three hours later, Bart darted up with a slight amount of concern and rushed into the living room. Bart looked over to his couch and saw that it had been vacated, not because Marlon had escaped, but rather Marlon had fallen off it and was thrashing about on the floor trying to escape. Bart started to laugh. “Man, this is the most energy I’ve ever seen you use. It’s nice to know you have it in you.” “MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPPHHH,” Marlon shouted through the stench of a gag he had been enduring for hours. His body ached and he was covered in sweat from trying to break free. Bart recovered his phone and was pleased to find he had filled the memory with the video he captured. Bart started to replay it for himself, but decided it would be a great thing to share, so he hunkered down on the floor next to Marlon and showed it to him. As he showed Marlon the video, Bart said, “I think now you’ll take me seriously when I say I want you to move out, so here’s the deal. You have until the end of the month to get the hell out of here. If you don’t, this video gets posted on the S&M personal ads online with your phone number, email, and every other page you post crap on. Got it?” Marlon nodded his head in acknowledgement. “Good,” Bart replied as began untying Marlon. He was ready for Marlon to get up and attack him back, but when Marlon calmly stood up and walked into his room without saying a word, Bart smiled. The next day, Bart went to work and came back to find Marlon had already vacated the apartment, leaving his key and a note saying anything he left behind could be tossed in the trash. Bart walked into Marlon’s room and saw he had left everything except some of his clothes. Bart laughed in spite of himself…typical lazy Marlon to the very end. THE END Marlon played by Himself Photography by Keving from bondagejeopardy.com Date of Production: 02/17/2015
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"You get that cute cowboy ass of yours moving. We don’t have all day. Come on, move it!" "GGMMOUCH!GGGMMFUCKMMRU?" "Stop your whining and move. Yeah, this is far enough. It’s nice and private, isn’t it, cowboy? Just the two of us. Together at last." The cowboy stud’s moaning and groaning was starting to irritate. He liked to strut around and preen, pretending that he was a big macho man, but I knew better now. It had only taken me a couple of minutes to wrestle him to the ground, strip him of his jacket and shirt and rope him like a heifer going to market. A couple of punches to the gut had left him sniveling like a baby robbed of its candy. I had torn off his bandanna and stuffed it between his teeth. It looked a lot better there than around his neck, though it didn’t cut off all of his bitching. I spun him around and slammed him into the wall. "MMMMOOOOPPPHHH!" "Down on your knees, big boy. It’s about time you found out who is in charge here." I dug my fingers into his muscular shoulders, enjoying listening to him whine as I slowly XXXX him down to his knees, pushing his face against the wall as I did so. I was enjoying humiliating this braggart. He thought that he was such hot stuff, a big old super stud. He was hot, I had to admit that, but he really needed to be brought down a few pegs, and I had decided that I was going to be the one doing. I was sick and tired of him flaunting his incredibly sexy body around, as if he was God’s gift to the world. Once I was finished with him, he wasn’t going to be quite so cocky. "Look at me, big boy. I want to see that pretty face of yours." He resisted, struggling against me as I slowly turned him around, no easy task since he was still on his knees. I got a kick seeing him straining his prodigious muscles, fighting against me and at the same time trying to get loose from the ropes that I had wound around his handsome body. I chuckled, thinking how between his thighs must be pulling against his cock and balls. I was here for a good time – I didn’t give a hoot whether or not he enjoyed himself. Once I had him turned so that he was facing me, I grabbed his head and pushed his face into my swollen crotch. It wouldn’t hurt to give him a preview of what he was going to experience. Shit, the fucker had but butted me in the crotch with his head. He was going to regret that. I put a foot in his chest and sent him sprawling. I licked my lips, trying not to drool as I looked at my cowboy prize. Man, but those boots of his looked so sexy on him. I had plans for those boots, but that would later. First things first. It was time for some psychological breaking down. As I told him some of the things that I had in store for him, his eyes widened. He started cursing through his bandanna gag, and began against the ropes even more frantically. I congratulated myself on using that coarse brown rope to immobilize his bulging biceps. I imagined that it was might uncomfortable, chafing his skin and digging into his muscles as he flexed them. Geez, this guy was an idiot. Did he really think that he could break those ropes? He was a really hot number, but this just confirmed the fact that he didn’t have much going on upstairs. "Can’t get free, can you, big boy? The big butch cowboy is all roped up and helpless, isn’t he? Ah, poor baby. Don’t cry." "GGMMGONNNAMMWHUPMMRASSMMUWUSS." "I’m a wuss, am I? Gee, I’m not the one lying there, am I? What do you have to say to that? It seems like you aren’t quite the macho stud that you thought you were." My taunting was getting to him, I could see that. With a muffled roar he struggled to his feet, wincing in pain as the ropes between his thighs pulled tight. The idiot tried to charge me. I laughed as I stepped out of his way, sticking out one of my feet. I tripped him, and he went down with a crash. I pounced on him, with another length of rope in my hands, thick coarse yellow rope. I pinned him between my knees as I wrapped that rope around his legs, from mid-thigh all the way down to his ankles. I got hard as rock as I finished the job, tying his ankles, pulling tight on the rope so that I could see into dig into his boots. Oh shit, yeah, he was going to have a completely different view of his boots once I was done with him. This cowboy and his boots were going to have an intimate relationship. But that would be later…. "OK, how about I make a deal with you? If you can get yourself loose, in say….30 minutes, I’ll let you go free. If you can’t – your ass is mine." I sat down and prepared to watch the entertainment. I was stroking and rubbing myself through my jeans as I watched the big braggart rolling around on the floor, grunting and groaning as he fought to free himself. The dummy had finally realized that he had a better chance of escaping if he managed to undo some of the knots, and it was a joy to see him trying to get his fingers around the ropes. I could see that his hands were already starting to turn red – his fingers must be getting stiff and a little swollen by now. I knew that he didn’t have a chance in hell of untying himself, but being able to watch him struggle like this was an opportunity that I couldn’t pass up." "OK, stud, your 30 minutes is up, but I’ll give you one more chance. I’ll give you another 30 minutes, but this time you’ll have a little additional rope to work with. I think that’s a fair deal, don’t you?" He grunted in pain as I wrapped rope around his booted ankles and dragging his feet up, tying them to the rope around his chest. His body was arched; every muscle in his body must have been pulling and burning by now. I could barely control myself as I sat down to watch the second round. He puffed and panted as he tried to get loose, but now that he was even further immobilized there little that he could do. He yelled into his gag, frantic with frustration as he realized how hopeless his predicament was. I kept on calling out the time, letting him as each minute passed. "OK, asshole. Your time is up and your ass is grass. Time for me to be the bull and you to be the heifer." I removed the hog-tie and then untied his legs. I had to swallow my saliva as I looked down at that tight jeans-clad ass, which was just waiting for me. We were going to have a swell time. THE END The Texan played by Travis Photography by Caitiff
28 photos; 7:53 video
Model: ZachT Model: Chad Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:03/15/2011
30 photos; 3:05 video
Bound Guy played by Christopher Rotton
Bad Guy played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Productrion: 09/11/2024
Tags: gagging, socks, grabbed, bad guy, hand gag, cleave gag, twink
30 photos; 4:59 video
Model: Kris
Photography by Caitiff
Date of production: 09/12/2024
Tags: chair tie, twink, bad guy, cleave gag, socks, grope
30 photos; 3:37 video
Model: Danny
Photography by Caitiff
Date Production: 07/0/2024
Tags: spread eagle, bare foot, stroke, fondled, grope, military, uniform, exposed, stuff gag, otm gag, blindfold
24 photos; 3:25 video
Model: Dmitri
Photography by Marco Caitiff
Date of Productrion: 09/17/2023
tahs: strip, nude, exposed, cleave gag, outdoors
15 photos; 4:42 video
Hero played by Gustavo
Photography by MArco Grieco
See More of Gustavo here
Date of Production: 09/08/2023
Tags: superhro, stripped, chain, tape gag, spandex
33 photos; 4:09 video
Model: Brian
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/20/2024
Tags: cleave gag, outside, outdoors, hopping
18 photos; 3:21 video
Model: Guru
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/05/2024
Tags: cleave gag. socks, twink, shirtless
26 photos; 4:23 video
Model: Adam
Phography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/05/2024
Tags: twink, shirtless, hog tie, bare foot, cleave gag, underwear