21 photos; 4:59 video
The Bound Guy played by Beau
The Masked Man played by Remy
Date of Production: 04/30/2018
29 photos; 7:48 video
Model: Ron Jeffries
Model: Tommy Gunn
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/14/2017
26 photos; 5:37 video
Model: Vincent
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/03/2014
20 photos; 3:45 video
Continued from "Intruder pt 1
“Mmmmm....” Roger groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. The first thing he realized was that he was laying on his hands. He tried to move them but found he could
not.
“Mmmmmpphh!”, Roger grunted as he opened his eyes. He was not only bound hand
and foot but gagged as well. Desperately he struggled against his bonds.
Looming over him was a masked figure.
“Easy now. You’re not going anywhere.”, The masked man said a she held his bound and gagged hostage down on the couch.
“Roger grunted angrily at the man, “MMMM!”. OF course it did little good. The man was right. Roger was already beginning to doubt he could get out of this. And even if he did, what then? The man was standing guard right over him.
Still Roger continued to try to get away none the less. It wasn’t a rational decision. But Roger did not like being so helpless next to this guy. Who knew what evil plans he had
for Roger? Whatever they were, Roger doubted he would like them if it required he be tied up.
“Why do they never listen to me when I make it clear not to struggle?” The masked man
asked himself, obviously not expecting an answer from the gagged rugby player on the couch. “I guess I will need to make sure your cute ass is even more tied up!”
Roger certainly didn’t like how his XXXX talked about his ass. Desperately Roger struggled even harder. However it made little difference. The masked man was able to
hog tie Roger with ease, connecting his legs and hands with more rope.
Roger noticed that not only did the man seemed to know how to tie a guy up pretty well, but the masked man’s hands lingered over Roger’s muscled body. Roger was pretty sure that tying a guy up did not require groping that man’s ass or package or socked
feet.
“Yep, you are every bit the athlete they said you were.”
“MMpph mmmm?”. Who were they? Was this guy hired to XXXX him?
As if reading his thoughts, the masked intruder said, “I’m afraid someone needs you out of the way for a while. That’s where I come in. I’m a professional XXXX. “
“Mmmmm mmffmmpppmmmm!”, Roger tried to beg for his freedom bu the gag made everything he said unintelligible. Worse, Roger thought he could see his XXXX getting excited the more Roger grunted through his tape gag.
“Don't’ worry. You’ll be let go. After awhile. Of course I get to do whatever I want with you in the mean time. I’ve gotten pretty good at making sure my guests stay amused.”
Roger shook his head no in vain protest. He could already guess what kind of “amusements” the intruder had in mind for a tied up jock that was helpless to stop him.
“Yeah.”, The Intruder continued his one sided conversation, “ We’ll have lots of fun. You can stay with all the other guests I have. Some of them have been there along time.
They could use a fresh piece of ass like you.”
The Intruder took out a damp piece of cloth. It smelled of chemicals.
“But first I need you calm for the trip. Some guys get upset if they are shut up in a box for several hours.”
“Mmmm! Mmmmpphh!”, Roger tried to dodge the cloth as the Intruder shoved over his mouth and nose. Tape gagging his mouth, the chemical filled his nose. Soon blackness claimed him.
When Roger woke again, he would be in his new home.
The End?
Roger played by Chad
The Intruder played by Slade
Photography by Caitiff
Bound Guy played by Chad
The Intruder played by Slade
Date of Production: 09/25/2010
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"Dere he is, Boss, just like ya wanted."
Keith looked up at the two ski-masked figures standing in front of him as he sat bound and gagged on the floor.
"Any problems?" the one called the Boss asked.
"Nah, I did just like you said. Waited for him outside the gym. Den when I seen him goin' to his car, I snatched him. Well, I did have to slug him. Let's put it dis way, he didn't want to come for a ride."
"You idiot! I told you not to hurt him!"
"Aw, Boss, it was just a little love-tap to calm him down. If I'd-a really slugged him, he'd still be out cold," the underling replied.
"Did you leave the note?"
"Yeah, on his car windshield, just like you said. Kid had some nice wheels."
"What do you expect, his old man's loaded," said the Boss. "You sure those ropes are tight?"
"Sure, Boss...hey! I was a Boy Scout, ya know!" sniggered the goon.
"Yeah, a lot of good that did you. I heard you pushed little old ladies under the bus instead of helping them cross."
"Aw, Boss, you're a card! Besides, it was only dat one time. But I was always good at knot-tying."
"Yeah, real smart. You tied his hands in front, you moron. He can reach up and pull off that gag! Tie his hands down to his ankles!"
"Oh, yeah...hehe..sorry, Boss!"
Keith grunted as the thug took more rope and bound his wrists tightly to his ankles in front. Being the son of a wealthy man, the idea of his being XXXX had crossed his mind often, and his father had warned him many times to be careful in his comings and goings. He had just never thought it could happen so easily. Now, here he was helpless, bound and gagged and being held for ransom!
"Tape up his eyes," the Boss growled, "This ski mask is killing me."
"Sure t'ing, Boss," goon number two said, as Keith felt a wide band of adhesive tape being pressed down over his eyes.
"That's better, now put him in the closet!"
Keith tried to struggle as he felt himself being grasped under the arms and pulled along the floor. He tried to voice a protest, but the tight cleave gag in his mouth made all his words incoherent.
The Boss spoke again as Keith was dragged into the closet. "I'm going to make some calls. On second thought, I don't think he's tied well enough. When I get back, I want to see him stripped and hogtied. He won't struggle around so much if he's naked. And he needs a bigger gag."
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Trapped Boi played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/29/2018
20 photos; 4:17 video
Model: Derek
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/25/2017
30 photos; 3:45 video
Antonio was pissed. Well he should be… after all he was the boss of a small start up company. He had 4 employees, had that is, for he fired all four of them the other day. “Trading secrets to our competitors for money,” he spoke to himself as he hoped to finish before midnight. It was Friday and he needed a brake. He had new candidates in mind for Monday. And Saturday was golf with his brother and dinner with his buddies. “I need to brake free of this place,” again he spoke to the air. Sitting in front of the computer, he backed up his files and began the shut down process. “No so fast big boss!” Antonio turned around: facing him was Jeff, one of the four fired workers. With him was a stranger.
“Have you gone insane? Did you do enough damage to me? What do you want now?” Antonio screamed at the two men. “What I want now BOSS? I want you to have some fun with you. I am going to tie you up nice and tight and have some fun!” “Tie me up, are you mad, that is XXXX!” Before Antonio could speak another word, Jeff took a bandanna and two strips of duct tape and blinded and gagged his former boss. “Keep him covered,” Jeff ordered the stranger. I want to enjoy this. Yup boss, I am going to tie you up, carefully and slowly, nice and tight! You fight me and my dude here blows your fuckin head off. Now, relax your arms and put your hands behind your back.”
Antonio was shivering with fear as he complied. “Afraid bossman? You were not afraid when you threw us out with no proof.” Jeff fixed Antonio’s tie. “Want you to look nice, all dressed up, when you are also dressed in rope!” Jeff began to wind the clothesline around the cuffs of Antonio’s shirt, binding his two hands side-by-side behind his back. “MOOOOOOOMMMMMMM” “What you say ass face?” Jeff applied another strip of duct tape to the mouth of his victim, and then lifted his hands high behind his back. Antonio jerked as the pain fired his shoulders. “Nice and quiet as I bind you, ok sir?” Antonio nodded his head YES and felt relief as his hands were lowered. “Now your arms. Seems you are sweating a bit. Too hot in here? Let me raise the heat.” Antonio felt the sweat pouring down his chest and from his pits. The stranger turned up the thermostat slowly raising the temperature in the room. Jeff slowly turned the ropes around his captive’s arms and with each turn pulled tight. Antonio felt the ropes digging into his biceps and lashing them to his sides. Now roped tightly, he threw him into a chair. “Tighten the belly boss!” Antonio gasped as several punches were lashed into his gut. “It’s going to be a long weekend.” “Get a few moments of rest before the games go on.”
Alone, tied and blind and gagged, Antonio got up and tried to get the tape off his eyes. “If I could see then I could try to escape,” he thought. But all he did was trip headlong onto the floor and fell with a loud moan. Jeff came in, alone now, and saw his victim on the floor. He pulled the tape from his eyes. Antonio again gasped at the shock of the tape pulling his skin and brows. “Watch now as I bind your legs.” Antonio’s eyes focused and watch helplessly as his feet and legs were tightly tied with rope. Put back in the chair, the sweating man watch as Jeff took a knife and traced it around his face. “Maybe an eye, maybe an ear? Maybe a dick?” Antonio struggled but a few slaps to the face again quieted him down. “You should be happy you worked late. It’s going to be a fun weekend. Some games here and some at an old camp with the others your fired.” “Maybe just a weekend of torture!” Antonio eyes were pleading for forgiveness when Jeff put a plastic bag over his head. Antonio struggled and gasped for air, feeling his head ready to implode when the bag was removed and he could breathe again. “Back soon with the van! Sit tight!”
Once again Antonio got up and hopped to the door. It was locked from the outside. He hopped, fell, stained in his ropes, got back up, hopped again, and all he accomplished was to get bruises all over his body from his falls. Once again Jeff entered. “Please let me go,” Antonio mumbled. “I am sorry I fired you.” “Too late for that now the van is on its way.” Jeff grabbed Antonio and threw him in a broom closet. I have to get some beer for the guys so I’ll be back. With only a crack in the door Antonio watched Jeff piles boxes of copy paper in front on the door. “Now, just sit tight and enjoy the sweat and the rope. When we return, it’s a small trip to the woods. Yeah, it’s going to be fun, like day camp, full of games. And you are the toy!” Jeff shove the door closed and piled up the boxes. Antonio was in pitch darkness. All Jeff heard was some muffled “NOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”S
25 photos; 3:08 video
Model: Garretjan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/05/2012
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23 photos; 6:05 video
Captured Cop played by Evan
Bad Guy played by Remy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/06/2018
18 photos; 4:15 video
Model: Remy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/06/2018
29 photos; 4:26 video
The Guard played by Jon STorm
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/09/2018
34 photos; 3:13 video
Cops are so stupid. They walk around with their XXXXs and thier badges. They think that they are so superior, so in control. Especially that one that arrested my boyfriend for possesion last week. Just because he was smuggling a kilo of blow. Now, I have no boyfriend and no XXXXs. Its okay though I got something much better. Not to long ago that same asshole pig that arrested my boyfriend showed up on my doorstep he was following an anoynamous tip about illegal activity. Probably not so anoynamous, my boyfriend never could keep his mouth shut. So here is Officer White at my doorstep all by himself. His superior attitude had just gotten him in a world of trouble. "Its, really simple, sir. We have reports of some, uh, illicit activity at this address. So, if you could just let me have a look around we can clear up this whole matter." "Of, course Officer. Feel free to look around. Shouldn't you have a partner?" "Nope, department cut-backs. But I am sure we won't have any problems." "Not, from me." He was making this to easy. I followed him as he went from room to room. he did not really search. No doubt my boyfriend had already told him where I usually hid my stash. He was just looking at the rest of the rooms as a formality I guess. Sure enough, as soon as he finished barely glancing at the other rooms he made a bee line for the basement. He darted straight for my hiding spot like a he smelled a donut there. To bad for him I had already moved what was left of it to a more secure hiding space, one my boyfriend never knew about. I watched as officer White opened the heavy doors to the storage closet I had set up downstairs. Once he was inside and preoccupied with finding the loose brick in the wall I made my move. I pulled a chloraform soaked rag out of my pockt and crept up behind poor little Officer White. I clamped the rag over his mouth and nose. He tried in vain to flip me over him but I was ready for him and pulled back on his head and stepped back keeping him off balance. After a few more pitiful struggles the chloraform took affect and he slipped into unconciousness. his body went XXXX in my arms and I tossed him onto an old table in the corner. I grabbed a bag of ropes from under the tabble and went to work. He looked so hot lying unconscious on the table. I could not resist stalling for just a moment to rub my hands all over his buff body. After I got a good feel I began binding him in tight coils of rope. I bound his hands behind him and then started on his ankles. I also smeared a sticky piece of duct tape over his mouth and to secure it further I wrapped a longer piece around his mouth and neck. By the time I was done Officer White was fully trussed up like a Christmas ham. Finally, I took his XXXX belt and radio. Nothing, gets me more excited then seeing a hot man bound and gagged. I took a step back to admire my work. The XXXX of chloraform I gave him should keep him out for another thirty minutes or so. I headed back upstairs to make a phone call. I had some plans for Officer White. There was some crazy rich guy named Bastiba that ran a brothel in the area. Word is that he pays good money for new workers. I intended to have my fun with him first but afterwards I was going to be so fucking rich. I was just getting of the phone when I heard a noise downstairs. I hung up the phone and raced downstairs to check everything out. Apparently the pig was more resillient than I gave him credit for. He had come to and was trying to hop away. The sound I heard was his big pig feet slapping against the floor. Because of the boots every hop made a loud thud. The stupid pig actually thought he was going to hop away. I couldn't help laughing as I tackled him and slammed him against the brick wall and spun him around to face me. "Listen you prepubescent, egotistically pig. You arrested my boyfriend and tried to get some dirt to arrest me. But You got out smarted this time. I going to sell your cop ass to a man that likes turning tough guys like you into his obedient slaves. But, first I am gonna have some fun with you." "Mmmpphhmego! Mmm, Mmpph." He responded through his gag. He looked up at me and shook his head pitifully. I could see in his eyes he was scared shitless. Poor Officer White was just some punk rookie who lucked up when caught my boyfriend. He had shown up here without backup hoping to get lucky again.Well good that meant he would be easier to manage. The only one who would get lucky today was me. I picked him up and tossed him over my shoulder and carried him back into the storage chamber. I tossed him roughly onto the table this time and took out more ropes and wrapped him up in an extreme hogtie. I had doubled him almost in half by the time I secured the last knot. "MMpphurtsmmphs, mmpphh, Mmouchmmmpphh." I watched as Officer White struggled visciously against the restraints. He torqued and twisted in ways I never beleived possible for the human body. He pulled and pushed against all the rope and tried desperately to twist free. However it was all to no avail. Nobody can get out of ropes that I have tied. After I watched him struggle and twist for almost an hour finally I was exhausted from just watching him. I turned off the lights in the storage closet and went upstairs to bed. He was in good shape he might struggle for another hour or so. Then once he was to exausted to fight bakc I would have my way with him then call that brothel and have them pick him up. Aside from losing most of my XXXXs and my boyfriend things certainly seemed to be going well for me.
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"Mmmm, that feels great, Steve. I can’t thank you enough for staying late for me. You wouldn’t believe the week that I’ve had." Sam was moaning with contentment as Steve’s nimble fingers worked their magic, getting rid of all the kinks in his muscles. This felt so great; Sam had really been in no condition to try to work out, and he was lucky that Steve had been so willing to fit him in after-hours Steve was always so pleasant and cooperative, not like some of the other people who worked at the faculty club. And Sam really had had a terrible and stressful week.
"That’s OK, Professor O’Noora. I’m glad to be of help. I read about what happened to you. That was terrible. It was lucky that you were able to escape from those guys." Steve spoke through clenched teeth. He was so horny he could barely continue the massage. He had seen the hunky young associate professor interviewed on TV shortly after his daring escape, the bandanna that had been used to gag him still hanging around his neck. Steve had read every word he could find about the attack on the professor and his subsequent escape. Steve knew what he would have done to Professor O’Noora if he had been one of the thugs who had XXXX him. The thought of Sam trussed and gagged and helpless made him feel almost dizzy. Steve had had a huge crush on the professor for months, and the XXXX since it had happened had obsessed him. It seemed like a message from above when Professor O’Noora had called, asking if it was possible to get a massage tonight. Steve had scheduled the massage at a time when he knew that no one else would be in the faculty club, not even the maintenance people. He was going to have some fun with the professor tonight.
Sam was purring with bliss as he relaxed more and more. He felt almost boneless, he was so relaxed. God, Steve was really, really good at this. As he felt all of the tension flowing out of his body, Mark hovered on the edge of XXXX. He was exhausted, having had almost no XXXX over the past couple of days. His time had been spent with the police and the university authorities, and he had been too keyed up to get any rest. But now, he felt his eyes closing. Mmmm, this was so good.
Oh good, the young professor was aXXXX. This would make things much easier. Steve walked over to his bag, and extracted a small bottle. He poured a little on a towel, and returned to Sam. He caught the professor by the hair, and pulled his head up. Sam barely stirred as Steve pressed the towel to his nose. He came to for a moment, struggled for a second, and then went back to XXXX, albeit a XXXX XXXX. So far, so good. Steve pulled out one of the carts used to transport dirty linens. Whoof, Professor O’Noora was a big boy! Steve managed to deposit the unconscious Sam in the cart, and then covered him up with some dirty towels. The freight elevator was just down the hall. Steve wheeled the cart to the elevator, and down they went, to the basement.
25 photos; 4:40 video
Model: Hal Photography by Caitiff
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The Bartender played by Aiden
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/20/2013
20 photos; 3:50 video
Roger was trying to chill. He still had his rugby game today and he needed to get some me time before he had to deal with a bunch of sweaty guys grabbing at him. The was mindless entertainment.
Suddenly a sound like the front door opening startled him. Roger wasn’t expecting anyone. They should have XXXX in any case.
Roger went to the front of the house. The door was closed by slightly ajar. There was no one outside that Roger could see.
Must have been the wind, Roger thought. Sometimes the door blew open if he forgot to lock it. He would have ot be more careful. Who knew what crazy might come into his house if they saw the door open.
Roger closed the door and turned to go back to his book. He didn’t have a chance of seeing the masked intruder as he leapt from the closet.
“Mmmm?!”, Roger was taken completely by surprise as a damp chemical filled cloth was shoved over his mouth and nose. The foul fumes crept down his throat.
“Mmmmmpphhh!
Roger tried to fight his attacker. However the masked man had a grip like a vice. Roger was hardly a weakling. He worked out and played rugby. But no matter how hard he struggled, Roger couldn’t break free. worse, Roger could feel his strength ebbing away as the XXXX out XXXX in the cloth began to work through his system.
Roger went down slowly but surely. The masked man continued ot hold onto his victim as Roger slumped to the floor, unconscious.
The intruder knew he didn't’ have much time. The intruder grabbed Roger under the arms and dragged his insensate form tot he couch.
Roger was lifted onto the couch.
Now the fun begins, the Intruder thought. Producing coils of thick black rope, the Intruder pulled Roger’s arms behind his back. Rope was tied tightly around Roger’s wrists. When he awoke, Roger would have a lot of trouble using his hands.
Next came the feet. Roger was still wearing his knee highs for Rugby. As with Roger’s wrists, the Intruder tightly bound the young man’s ankles. Coils of thick black rope soon were wrapped around Roger’s socked feet.
Satisfied with his rope work, the Intruder then went to the next part. The gag was always his favourite though the fun wouldn't’ occur until his victim woke up. A piece of tape was plastered over Roger’s mouth.
The first part of the job was done. Roger was bound hand and foot, gagged with tape. Now to wait for the XXXXs that had XXXX Roger out to wear off. The part where the victim woke up, to discover himself tied up and helpless, was always the best part of the job.
To Be Continued
Roger played by Chad
The Intruder played by Slade
Photography by Caitiff
To Be Continued
Date of Production: 09/25/10
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You can call me Boot because I’m brand new in the Navy and I don’t know nothing about nothing nautical.
That’s why when that big piece of equipment slipped off of the rope and crashed down to the floor and our Chief screamed “Who tied that knot?” I had to put my hand up.
“Very well, Boot” he sneered at me. “You can see me in the Paint Locker after chow!”
“Aye, aye Sir,” I answered like they taught us. Paint Locker…? What the hell was a Paint Locker? I had to ask some of my new friends and they all kind of laughed at me because some of them had been down in the Paint Locker before.
It turned out that the Paint Locker was down in the basement under our barracks. It was a creepy old place with lots of junk everywhere and maybe a rat or two hiding out somewhere. I went down the old steps and found our Chief waiting for me down there. He was going to teach me my knots if it took him all night.
I was still looking at the ropes he had in his hands and trying to figure out what he was going to do with them when I realized that now both of my hands were tied behind my back and there was this cruel rope harness all around my stomach and over my shoulders.
“This is a sheet-bend. It’s good for tying two lines together,” the Chief went on in his raspy sing-song voice. “And this is a square knot. It’s good for tying limbs and braces together. Don’t never let me see you tying no Grannies.”
Tying up Grannies…? What was he talking about? I never tied up anybody and I surely wouldn't tie up somebody’s Grandmother.”
“Wait a minute Chief…uh…Sir. I don’t think you can tie me up like this. I’m not sure, but I think it might be against the U. C. M. J—Mmmph!”
All of a sudden he plastered this big strip of Navy gray duct tape all over my mouth. I tried moving my lips but now they were all stuck together with sticky tape and now all I could do was grunt and hum while the Chief looked at me with a big smile.
“And this is duct tape. It’s just the think for keeping young ducks like you from quacking too much.”
It was right about then that I started to get a really sick feeling in my stomach. Here I was all tied up so I couldn't move my arms at all, and now I was trapped down in this dark basement with a crazy Knot Man and I couldn't even yell for help. He could keep me down here forever! Who would know?
He pushed me down onto a chair. “Don’t go nowhere. We need more rope.”
As soon as his back was turned, I began struggling against those sheet-bends and square knots, trying to pull my hands and my arms free from them, but it was no good.
“Studying those knots Boot?” The Chief was back with a lot more rope. “On your feet!”
He pulled me to my feet and then wrapped some more rope over my chest and arms. Then he turned me around and pushed me back against this big upright and went on wrapping rope all around my thighs and calves. Quicker than somebody could sound “Liberty Call!” I found myself tightly tied to that upright and standing at Attention.
I didn't like it. I didn't like it at all and I tried to tell him so with every kind of grunt and hum I could make behind that sticky tape, but he just laughed at me.
“All right, I’m going to bed down the rest of the flock. You study up on those knots, you hear?”
I watched him go back up those creaky steps. Then I strained and I struggled as hard as I could, but no matter how hard I tried, those ropes just got tighter and tighter. And then he was back.
“You're a regular wiggle worm. Okay worm, down on the ground!”
Next thing I knew he had me down on that cold hard floor and he was wrapping and tying more ropes around me. Now my legs and my ankles were all tied up together. Then he XXXX off my hat and pushed me over onto the floor.
“Study those knots Boot. I'll be back.”
I struggled around for a bit, and then I tried rubbing the tape on my mouth against the floor, but that didn't work. And then I saw the door. I didn't know where that door led to, but it had to go somewhere. If I could get through it, maybe I could find some help.
“I was wrong Boot. You're not a worm, you're a regular snake. Well, I can fix that,” the old Chief growled at me.
First he bent me almost in half and tied a lot more rope around my wrists and my ankles and then more between the two until the weight of my legs was trying to pull my poor shoulders out of their sockets. Then he tied another rope around my legs and lashed it to that big upright like a doggy leash.
This here is a bowline, Boot, remember that. It’s just the thing for tying things down or keeping slippery snakes like you where I want them to be.”
Then he disappeared again. I tried in every way I could think of to get myself free from those ropes. I tried pulling on them, I tried letting them go really slack, and I even tried picking at the knots with my fingers, but nothing seemed to work. Then way off in the distance somewhere I could hear the faint sound of a bugle blowing Taps.
Then the Chief’s heavy steps came down the stairs to me. “You hear that, Boot? That means lights out so I'll see you again in the morning. Oh, and if you hear some of those little skittering sounds, that’s just our rats. They generally come out after Lights Out to see if I've left them anything to eat.”
Rats! I grunted and hummed and really moaned behind my taped lips for the Chief not to leave me this way. But he just laughed as he went back up those creaky stairs. Then all of the lights went out. And then I heard all of these little skittering noises somewhere out there in the darkness all around me.
24 photos; 10:19 video
Model: Braxton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/01/2012
17 photos; 6:46 video
Model: Kelvin
Photography by Marco Grieco
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Date of Production: 11/18/2023
Tags: cleave gag, jock, outdoors
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Model: Brian
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/25/2024
Tags: stuff gag, hog tie, tape gag, hand gag, grope, socks
20 photos; 3:42 video
Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/04/2024
Tags: Nude, nudity, twink, bare foot, dick tie, hog tie, shirtless, tape gag, gagging
20 photos; 7:14 video
Model: Amaro
Photography by Marco Grieco
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Date of Production: 11/30/2024
Tags: Nude, nudity, frog tie, ankle tie, cleave gag, otter, bare foot
20 photos; 3:23 video
Bound Guy played by CJ
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Photography: 03/16/2024
Tags: hog tied, gagging, cleave gag, OTM gag
27 photos; 4:35 video
Model: Rhett Tucker
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/29/2024
Tags: jeans, shirtless, tape gag, tattoos, bare foot, outdoors
34 photos; 4:17 video
Model: Andy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/27/2024
TAgs: jock strap, butt, socks, muscle, hairy, bear cub, tape gag, nude
27 photos; 4:51 video
Cowboi played by The Danny
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/07/2024
Tags: cleave gag, coyboy, otm gag, chair tied, blind fold