Dante Hogtied on the Floor

31 photos; 6:10 video

Model: Dante
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 09/24/2019

Leather Pup

20 photos; 3:34 video

Model: Vladimor
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 08/23/2019

Feeling Shy

20 photos; 5:24 video

Model: Remy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/23/2019

Wrong Side of the Bed

24 photos; 6:31 video

Model: Van
Photography by Caitiff     Date of P{roduction: 12/30/2008

Arturo

42 photos; 3:01 video

Model: Arturo Photography by Caitiff Date of Production 12/04/2008

Urban Cowboy by Kurt

24 photos

Kenny loved Western gear...the whole shebang, tight jeans, boots, the 10-gallon hat.  The fact that Kenny lived in a tenement in the South Bronx did nothing to lessen his enthusiasm for all things cowboy.  There were still a few country line-dancing clubs in the city that he visited on the weekends, but he still wore his Western fashions every day in the neighborhood. The locals usually left him alone, though occasionally he'd get a catcall as he walked through the streets.

His big mistake was wearing the T-shirt he'd gotten at The Knotted Lasso, the gay country/Western club he'd discovered the previous weekend in the Village.  It proudly proclaimed, "If You Can Rope Me, You Can Ride Me".  Kenny was a little dense, and he figured the logo referred to the bucking bronco on the shirt.  But his horny Hispanic neighbors had a different idea when they spotted him strutting down the street.     "Yo, Papi, I'll ride your ass," hooted Jose, as Kenny walked by.

"Fuck off, asshole," the pseudo-cowboy replied.

Jose's face darkened at the insult.  Without a word, he and Carlos jumped Kenny, and before he could react, he was dragged downstairs into the tenement basement.

"Yo, you think you can dis me like that in front of my homies?" Jose growled, as he tightly tied Kenny's wrists.  Kenny grunted in pain as Jose pulled the knots tight.

"C'mon, man," Kenny whined, "You started it."

"You started it with that shirt, bitch!" Jose growled, as Carlos pushed Kenny down into a rickety wooden chair.  Jose knelt and tied Kenny's legs tightly together.

"Here, Jose", Carlos said, handing Jose a bandanna. "Gag the fucker!"

Kenny grunted as the purple bandanna was pulled between his teeth and knotted behind his head.    
"Yo, Jose, leave him here...let's go smoke a blunt!"

The two hoods left the basement and Kenny immediately began struggling.  He got up from the chair and tried hopping around to loosen the ropes, but that didn't work.  He suddenly lost his balance and toppled over onto the floor, with a grunt.

Half an hour passed and Kenny was still as tightly tied as ever.  The storage room door suddenly opened and Kenny looked up to see Jose and Carlos, with slightly glazed smiles on their faces.

"Look, man, the damn cowboy is trying to get away!"

"Gimme some more rope, Carlos!"

Within seconds Kenny was hogtied, and the front of his jeans had been opened.  Kenny was pissed that he had decided to go commando that morning.  His dick peeked out of the jeans opening, while the two hoods looked down at their victim.

"Ay, Jose, look at his wood!" Carlos leered.

Jose squatted down, and roughly gripped Kenny's exposed cockhead.


YEE-HA!!!     To be continued  

Bare and Bound

27 photos; 3:04 video

Hopping to Get Away

25 photos; 7:27 video

The Bear played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff





Date of Production: 09/16/2019

Scared Skinny Boi

30 photos; 4:21 video

Model: Jesse Daniels
Photogrgaphy by Caitiff     Date of Production: 09/14/2019

Left Feeling Insecure

30 photos; 7:00 video

BoundGuy played by Steve Thompson
BaD GUY PLAYED BY DEAN

Date of Production: 07/24/2019

Punk Rocker by Drew

24 photos; 6:38 video

Bored to Pieces by Cryptococcus

25 photos; 2:22 video

"God, you're so BORED?" said Caleb, increduously. "There's lots of things you could be doing. Like the dirty clothes, or the dirty dishes in the sink, or even studying. Don't you have that statisfics final Tuesday?"

"I've studied until I can't stand it anymore," said Petey. "It's Friday night - the chores can wait." Pete sighed dramatically.

Caleb slipped onto the couch. "You know what I said I'd do the next time I caught you bitchin' and moanin' about being bored?"

"Give me something to REALLY bitch and moan about?"

"Right. But first I have to take you down and put you in your place."

"Take me down how?" Petey said suspiciously, but finally showing some interest.

"Wrasslin'!" Caleb declared, springing to his feet.

Petey jumped up a moment later, and the two young men, all in good play, groped and rolled around on the floor for a couple of minutes. Finally, Petey was pinned with the slender Caleb victorious. Both were breathing heavily from exertion. Caleb rolled Petey over onto his stomach and said, "You'd better stay there just like that," he warned. "Don't move a muscle."

"Or what?" asked Petey, with his cheek against the carpet.

"You'll find out what!"

Caleb watched as Petey padded into his bedroom. When the young man came out a moment later, he was carrying a paper bag.

"Put your hands behind your back," Caleb said, and then he helped when Petey was fractionally slow to comply. The bag was filled with a tangle of ropes, and Caleb dumped it at Petey's side. Then, kneeling beside the boy, Caleb tied Petey's wrists together.

"I don't think I'm going to LIKE this," Petey said.

"I don't think I need to hear any more bitchin' and moanin' from you. You and that silly bandanna. I done told you this ain't Montana. Folks 'round here don't need 'em, but I bet we can find another use for it." Caleb unknotted the bandanna and twirled it several times between his hands. "Open up," he told the boy on the floor.

When Petey objected, Caleb deftly pulled the gag into place. Petey tried complaining through the gag, but Caleb had gone for Petey's ankles.

What is this? Petey wondered, even as he lay there without further struggle. He and Caleb had been friends since finding each other in the classifieds last year, and they had soon found out that they were both uninhibited and comfortable in their physical forms of play, which had no sexual component. Both boths were straight, but they were also very competitive in many ways. Was he seeing a new side of Caleb, Petey wondered, or was this just more of the GAMES that the slender fellow liked to invent?

Satisfied, Caleb returned to the couch. "Okay," he said, "see if you can get loose."

Petey gave it a mighty effort. He twisted and turned and rolled on the floor. He stuck his legs up in the air and tried pressing his feet on the furniture, lifting himself so that just his shoulders were on the carpet. He struggled for several minutes, and then stopped to catch his breath.

Caleb watched with some amusement, and then he walked over to Petey and stood the boy up. He opened the living room closet while Petey watched. "Maybe you won't find it so boring in the closet," he said. "Hop right over here."

Petey thought that this was getting wierder by the second, and that he should really complain. He was still thinking this as he hopped over and entered the closet. It took a few more hops just to turn around. He looked at Caleb and his eyes were wide above his gag.

Caleb reached for Petey's shirt, and he soon had it unbuttoned and hanging at the boy's sides.

Warning bells were going off in Petey's mind as Caleb unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to Petey's ankles. This was looking more and more like it was turning into something sexual. Petey's fears were further heightened when Caleb tugged his boxers down to his ankles. He eyed Caleb for several long seconds, trying to garner what the fellow intended. If it were about to become sexual, Petey thought, he'd have to decide something quickly.

He was not to find out, at least not this time. Petey glared angrily at Caleb as the slender man pushed him down into a seated position. Petey had the impression that Caleb had somehow whimped out on him.

"I'm gonna let you stay in there," said Caleb, "so you learn something about being BORED." Then he padded over to the chair and sat down, slightly outside of Petey's line of sight.

Petey looked down at his knees, his cock, and his belly. He had a tremendous feeling that he and Caleb had approached a line, but perhaps not crossed it. He thought about the way he and Caleb had always been physical with each other and always touching. He thought that he had always enjoyed Caleb's touch, and in this . . . new thing, he could find no real source of objection. Maybe, when this was over and himself untied, he should bring this up with Caleb.

* * *
Caleb quickly shed his jeans and took himself in hand. At the same time that Petey was coming to a decision about exploring the sexual aspect of their relationship, Caleb was nearing orgasm. It came quickly, because Caleb had so impressed himself by getting his handsome roommate in such a helpless and submissive position so easily. He had fulfilled a long term ambition formed when he first saw Petey. Just the tip of the iceberg, Caleb thought as his cum splashed upward again and again. There's a whole more to this than what's on the surface. Petey don't know this yet, but he is gonna be my BOY. His white ass is MINE.

Dish for Brains by Soft Touch

39 photos

  “For the last time I'm telling you, keep your paws off of my satellite dish!” 
            “But they're stealing signals from my TV set,” my next door neighbor stomped his foot.
“What?”  The only thing worse than putting up with a dim-wit was putting up with a crazy dim-wit.  This guy’s name was Obie and he was the craziest dim- wit I had ever run across.
            “You can't fool me Taggart,” Obie cried and tried to get into my chest.  “Those satellite people are smart.  There’s no telling what they might be doing up in space.”
            “Nobody’s stealing nothing.  Now get out of my face before you get hurt!”
            I couldn't believe it.  Obie actually took a swing at me.  All too easily I captured his puny fist and then twisted his arm up behind his back.  “Okay Obie, you asked for it.  You're coming with me.”
            “Ow!  That hurts!  Where're you taking me?”
            “I'm taking you to Satellite Land.”
            Obie didn't like it, but every time he resisted I cranked his arm up a little higher, and soon he was up on his tiptoes and marching like a good soldier right into my house.
            Once we were inside, Obie looked around the room with big frightened eyes and began to struggle some more.  “What're you going to do to me?”
            “I don't know Obie,” I smiled at him.  “But I think you're T-shirt is giving me an idea.”
            Obie looked down at his T-shirt and blinked his big eyes.  The T-shirt had been printed with nice big letters that said IF YOU CAN ROPE ME, YOU CAN RIDE ME.  “Oh no, you couldn't, you just couldn't.  HELP…!  Somebody help me!” he started crying.            I clamped my fingers over his mouth and ignored the way he was slobbering all over my hand while I bulldogged him down onto my living room floor.  Poor Obie had no way of knowing it, but I was kind of a cowboy fan myself, and I always kept some rope handy.  And, in no more time than it takes to tie a pigging string on a calf, I had both of Obie’s wrists lashed together behind his back.
            “Ow!  That rope hurts!  Let me go—please!”
            “Not until I find out if I can ride you.  First we need something for a bit.”  I pulled a sweaty bandanna out of my pocket, ran it through my fingers to make a rough band, and then began pressing that taut cloth against Obie’s lips.
            Not being very smart, Obie opened his mouth to tell me; “No, I ain't gonna let you put that thing in my mouth.”
            But there was no way Obie could stop me from slipping that thick band of cloth between his teeth and he could only moan and groan while I tied the two ends of the bandanna together behind his neck.
            Then I pulled him up onto his knees by the hair of his head and showed him the size of my fist.  “Listen to me, Dish For Brains, you keep on struggling and I'll not only ride you, I'll brand you too.”
            Obie kind of moaned and sighed behind the band of cloth that was filling up his mouth, but he didn't try to do any resisting while I pushed him down onto the floor and then used a couple of more pieces of rope to lash his knees and ankles together.
            Then I let him kind of grunt and grovel while he rolled around on the floor and begged me to turn him loose.  But I had other plans as I made a third piece of rope ready.
            “Maybe you don't know it, Obie, but you really pissed me off.  Now I'm of a mind to watch you suffer for awhile instead of watching my TV.  How’s that sound?”
            “Mmmease Gister Gaggart…” Poor Obie couldn't make any real words with his lips slobbering all over and my bandanna clogging up his tongue.
            And I swear I could see little tears in his eyes as I bent him up and used that third rope to put him into a painful hogtie.  “Now I want you to be real quiet Obie.”
            Then I let him lie there and suffer the pain of my ropes while I patiently explained to him exactly how a satellite TV works.  I could see that he really wasn't too interested in hearing about this, but I'll admit that I was really enjoying the way he was twisting and straining around and trying to move his tightly bound body into some other position that wouldn't hurt so much.
            “So you see Obie, my satellite dish isn't bothering you at all,” I finally finished explaining.
            Then I knelt down across his chest and XXXX him to look up at me and read my lips.  “Now Obie, in a few minutes I'm going to take that gag out of your mouth, and then you're going to promise me that you'll never touch my satellite dish again, you understand?”
            Obie nodded and grunted and almost XXXXd on his own drool.
            “Now Obie, this is important, do you know what cowboys do to bulls when they don't want them to be bulls any more?”
            Obie thought about that real hard for a minute or so and then suddenly his eyes got real big and he started making all kinds of little piggy noises behind his gag.
            “That’s right Obie, and if I ever catch you near my satellite dish again, that’s what is going to happen to you.”
            I pulled the soggy rag out of his mouth and almost put it right back in again because right away he started slobbering all over me.
            “I…I'm sorry Mister Taggart.  I won't do it no more, that’s a promise, only you got to let me go on being a bull, you know?”
            Like I said, the only thing worse than a dim-wit is a crazy dim-wit.

Obie played by Stan
Taggert played by Rod
Photography byCaitiff

Out for a Jog pt 2

25 photos; 1:06 video

I popped the trunk open when we arrived at our destination. Gerrittsen was still nicely trussed up, his blue eyes glaring at me as I pulled up the lid. I could hear the muffled curses coming from beneath his tape gag. He was going to be doing more than cursing once I got to work on him.
"Come on, big boy, we’re going to go for a little walk. Oh, you’re a feisty one, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that. It’s time that the cop had a little attitude adjustment."
  Gerrittsen had tried to kick me in the balls when I pulled him up out of the trunk, but I was able to sidestep him quite neatly. This was good; he was showing some spirit. It would make crushing his will all the more enjoyable. Hmm, the bastard wanted to damage my balls, did he? Well, two could play at that game. As he struggled, trying to escape from me, I reached inside the front of his shorts and squeezed. Not too hard – I didn’t want to inflict any damage on him, but just hard enough that he squealed through his gag. Suddenly, he was being very co-operative. I kept my hand inside his shorts as I guided him inside the house. Every time I thought he was putting up the slightest bit of resistance, I gave him another little squeeze. By the time we had reached the bedroom, he was whimpering like a puppy that had been taken away from its mother. I shoved him down on to the bed. The look of relief on his face once I had taken my hand away was almost comical. I sniggered, when I thought of how short-lived that sense of relief was going to be.
  "Now, let’s get you turned over, so the fun can begin."
For some reasons these words seemed to agitate Officer Gerrittsen. He screamed "MMMNOOO" and tried to stand up. It was easy for me to push him back down on the bed, and flip him over. Getting rid of those shoes of his was the first thing I intended on doing. The way his legs were flailing around, he might cause some damage to me before I had him properly restrained. I pulled off his shoes, and as an afterthought, removed his socks as well. His body gave a convulsive shudder as my fingers grazed the soles of his feet. My, my, but this was interesting. The cop had tender feet. That might come in useful, later on. He was still thrashing around on the bed, so I felt compelled to pull off his shorts and give his lovely butt a good swat.
  "Are you going to be a good boy, or are you going to make me spank you? It’s up to you, Tom."
"GGGFUCKMMMYOU!" Oh good, he was definitely getting his spirit back. It was going to be much more fun breaking and humiliating this dirty cop if he fought back. I pinned him down on the bed, and slid my hand inside his jock strap.
"MMMGETMMWAYFRMMME! GGAAAGHHH! MMNOOO! GGMPERVERT!"
"Aww, don’t you like that? Too fucking bad! Because you’re going to get a lot more of that, Officer Gerrittsen. That, and some other things. Now, let’s get rid of that jock strap. I want to see you in all your glory."
  Gerrittsen went totally ballistic when I ripped his jock strap off. He obviously had some inkling of what I had in store for him, and he wasn’t at all pleased about it. I was working up a good sweat as I wrestled with the naked cop. I eventually managed to get his feet bound. As I pushed him back down, I noticed an interesting development.
"My, my Officer Gerrittsen, what do we have here? It looks like someone has become a wee bit excited. I wonder what caused that? I bet you wish your cop friends could see you right now. Big strong Officer Gerrittsen tied up and gagged and naked, and with a big fat woody. What do you think those homophobe pricks would think of you?"
  Gerrittsen’s face was scarlet, either from the exertion, or from shame at his predicament. He whimpered something inaudible and shook his head from side to side. It seemed like the big bad cop had lost a little of his feistiness. He stared at me in XXXX as I reached over and started playing with his big sausage. I jiggled his balls, and he flinched. This situation was getting more and more interesting by the moment. I had thought that I would really have my work cut out getting the cop excited, but here he was, hard as a rock already. My mouth started watering as I looked down at my bound and gagged captive. I licked my lips and started stroking him.
"ARRRGGHHH! MMMNOOO! MMLEAVEMEEMMALONE!"
  "Why, I think that it would be a cruel and unusual punishment to leave you alone, Officer Gerrittsen. You are obviously in need of some release here, and I’m the man to help you out. And guess what? I’m going to be filming every minute of this encounter. Yep, I’m going to make you a star. Your buddies down at the station will get a real kick out of this, won’t they? I bet they’ll all be clamouring to be your partner once they get to see the film."
"MMMNOOOOO! MMMPLEASEMMM! GGGUCANTMDOTHISMMEE!"
"Oh yes I can. You ruined my career when you planted those XXXXs on me, and now I’m going to ruin yours. I think it’s time to get down to work, don’t you?"
  I got out my supplies, simple but effective. Gerrittsen’s eyes bulged as he watched me put on a thin leather glove and squeeze a generous amount of lube from the tube into the palm of my hand. He muttered something from beneath his gag and cringed as I approached him.
"Mmm, this isn’t going to be fun, isn’t it, Officer Gerrittsen. I get to try out my jack off glove on you. Now just let me put some lube on that rod of yours, and let’s see what happens."
"My goodness, but that was fast. Fast but impressive. I do believe you’ve got something in your eye. Let me wipe your face for you. That was way too easy, cop. Though I really think that your cop buddies will find this entertaining. Big, tough Tom Gerrittsen, shooting his wad in about two minutes when another guy works him over. I want to see how long you can last this time."
  Darn, this was far too easy. The guy wasn’t proving to be a challenge, though the video I was getting was priceless. I barely had to touch him to get him to shoot. Even the third time it only took me 10 minutes to get him to blast off. I decided that I needed to do something else to keep myself amused. Gerrittsen hardly put up a struggle as I hogtied him. He mumbled something incoherent as I tied him, but all the fight seemed to have gone out of him. I recalled his extreme reaction when I had grazed his foot with my finger. I wondered how he would react if I gave his feet a real workover.
  Oh, this was MUCH better. Gerrittsen was screaming so loudly that I began to worry about the neighbours hearing him. The poor guy was in agony, crying, begging for mercy through his gag. I could see the ropes biting into his flesh as he writhed around on the bed. I thought he might dislocate a joint or two, the way he was carrying on. I wanted revenge, but didn’t want to cause him any real physical harm, so I decided to cease and desist for awhile. I rolled him over, and…..the cop stud was sporting another iron bar.
  "Well, golly gee whiz Officer Gerrittsen, it looks like you are having a good time. Aren’t you lucky that you have two whole days off from work? Two whole days for me to have some fun with you. Isn’t that great?"
Gerrittsen gave a look of sick despair as I flexed my fingers. I decided that I would give him a bit of rest. He could spend some time watching the video that I was making for his cop buddies. I knew he would enjoy that. Officer Gerrittsen played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff

False Arrest

25 photos; 4:34 video

BoundGuy played by Rex
Bad Cop played by Alan
Photography by Caitiff   Date of production: 08/31/2019

Gagged At The Office

23 photos; 5:05 video

Gagged Office Drone played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff     Dat eof Production: 08/18/2019

Stroked Off

30 photos; 3:54 video

BoundGuy played by David
Bad Guy played by Remy

Date of Production: 08/06/2019

Almost Got Away

22 photos; 4:13 video

Model: Donovan
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Prodiuction:10/10/2013

Foot Patrol by Fidelis

22 photos; 3:05 video

 

    "You know, Deputy, you’ve hurt my feelings. Trying to get away – abusing my hospitality like that. You make me think that I should have just gone and tossed you into the swamp and let the ‘gators make a meal of you. Though, that would have been a waste of a nice hot Deputy body. Now, what am I going to do with you? Huh?"
  Ross sat on the couch, not moving a muscle. The damn fool punk had that XXXX pressed right against his head. The kid had a slightly dreamy look in his eyes – he was probably high on something. Oh shit, oh shit. Ross felt the sweat soaking into his undershirt as the kid slid the XXXX down his face, letting it rest against his cheek. What was he going to do?
"There, that looks much better. Are you still comfy? Would you like a cushion for your head? Oh yeah, you look just fine like that – there won’t be any trying to get away now, will there, Deputy? I’ve really got myself a hot uniform package, haven’t I?
"MMMRRRMMMPHHH! MMUGGGHHHH!"
  Ross strained against the ropes that kept him hog-tied. Damn, now the kid had really gone; Ross could hear him humming away in another room. He had to get out of here. The punk must be some kind of pervert – Ross didn’t like the way he had referred to his hot Deputy body, and called him a hot uniform package. Ross had heard about people like him – hanging out in Key West and South Beach. They just didn’t have pervs like that here – no wonder he didn’t recognize the punk. He must be from the big city. Ross arched his back, trying to break the ropes. Damn, but they were tight. He lay on the floor panting. The ropes were so tight there was no way that he could reach his belt.
"Look what I have here, Deputy. Something for us to watch! ‘Reservoir Dogs’. Have you seen this movie, Deputy? I think that you will enjoy it. It has some very…interesting scenes in it. Just let me move you around a bit. Man, but you are a big guy. Yeah, this is great. I get to watch a movie with a cop as a foot stool."
  Jess chuckled to himself as he switched the DVD player on. This hick Deputy probably hadn’t seen the Tarentino masterpiece. He would really start sweating once they got to the cop scene. Jess had plans for this stud cop. Plans that didn’t include blood and mutilation. Oh no, he was going to give this cop a grand time, whether he wanted it or not. He’d done it before; he would do it again. He knew that both of them were going to have a very enjoyable evening.   Ross played by Stu
Jess played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/26/2005

Out for a Jog by Fidelis

20 photos

 I had been keeping track of the bastard for months. I had his routine down pat. I knew what he did, where he went, whom he saw. Luckily for me, he was a creature of habit. The days he was on duty were the easiest, because he did the same thing every day. He left at exactly the same time, and then after work he went out for a few beers with his macho cop buddies. It would have been fun taking him out of the parking lot of the bar, but it was a real cop hang out, and I decided it was too dangerous. I wouldn’t have minded getting my hands on some of his pig friends, but I didn’t overestimate my abilities. One cop at a time was all that I could handle.
I decided that it would be much better to grab him on one of his days off, and I knew just when and where I was going to do it. He went jogging every morning when he wasn’t working, trying to keep that hard cop body from getting soft from all of the beer and doughnuts that he poured into it. So far he was doing a good job. I had spent many a morning with my binoculars trained on his sweating, muscular body as he pounded the pavement. Concealed behind a hedge, or in my car, I had observed sweat dripping down his finely sculpted chest, soaking that strawberry blonde hair of his. I was going to make the bastard sweat myself, but that sweat wouldn’t be from jogging.
It was a hot Sunday morning, and this was the perfect time to make my move. All the nosy old biddies who kept such a close watch on the comings and goings in their neighbourhood were at Mass at St. Philomena’s, and the young couples who were rehabbing their houses were still asleep, or just waking up and drinking their designer coffee. There was no one to observe my capture of the dirty cop who had ruined my life. I was going to take the bastard and break him.  I waited around the corner from his house, sitting slouched down in my car, until I saw him jog past me. 7.32 exactly; he was right on time. I had already decided where I was going to grab him. I had another 19 minutes to get into place. I drove off and parked the car where it would be right in his way as he passed. I had observed him taking a break at this spot every single morning – the guy was like a robot, he never varied in his routine. I hopped out and removed the license plates, and then crawled into a convenient clump of rhododendron. I checked my watch. Another 10 minutes to go. I could feel my heart pounding. I prayed that nothing would go wrong. The tire iron was clutched in my hand. I had been reading medical textbooks, trying to find the exact spot to hit Officer Gerrittsen. I didn’t want to kill the bastard, or even to cause him any serious damage. All I wanted to do was to incapacitate him for a short period of time. Just long enough to get him into the trunk of my car. Five more minutes to go. I was sweating like a pig, now that the time for revenge was so near. I peered through the leaves, looking down the street. He should make his appearance any minute now. Yes, there he was. Oh, this couldn’t be any better! He was taking his break, and doing it leaning on my car! This was great! He was only a few feet away from me. I was surprised that he couldn’t hear my heart thumping. It was time to move. I crept out of the shrubbery.
  "Hey, Tom! Tom Gerrittsen! Over here!" He turned in surprise, and I charged at him. He didn’t have a chance to react before I whacked him. He slid to the ground, ending up in a crumpled heap. I took a quick look around. The street was quiet; I didn’t see any curtains moving. Good. So far it looked like I was in the clear, but I had to move quickly. I popped the trunk and then bent over and pulled the inert cop to his feet. Christ, he weighed a ton! Huffing and puffing, I managed to roll him into the trunk. He lay there, not moving. I put a finger on his neck. Yep, he was still alive. That was a relief. Just then I heard him moan. I grabbed some of the rope that was in the trunk, and quickly tied his hands behind his back, pulling the rope as tightly as I could. I wanted the bastard to suffer. I ripped a piece of duct tape from the roll that I had stashed with the rope, and plastered it over those handsome lips. Hmm, I thought. One piece wasn’t really going to be enough. It was better to be safe than to be sorry, and after all, I had lots of tape. I smoothed a second piece of tape over his mouth, making sure that the ends were firmly affixed to his cheeks. Gerrittsen was beginning to stir. I had one last adjustment to make. Taking some more of the rope, I tied his roped hands to his waist. There, that should hold him for a while. He groaned again.
  "MMMPHHH. GGGMMWHAT? MMMHEY!"
The cop’s blue eyes opened and he stared at me. I smiled as I saw him recognize me. The look of fear on his face was priceless as he realized that he was roped and gagged and at my mercy.
"MMMONOO! GGMMWHATMDOING? GGUUCANTDOTHISMME! MMWONTGETAWAYWITHMMIT!"
  Gerrittsen started struggling in earnest, grunting and fighting against the ropes. This was great. I was loving every minute of it, having this arrogant macho homophobic cop under my control. And the fun hadn’t even started yet. I grabbed Gerrittsen’s close-cropped hair and shook his head. He moaned and closed his eyes in pain.
  "You behave, big boy, or you’ll be sorry. I’m the one in charge now, not you. You’d better get used to that fact. You haven’t got any of your friends in blue to back you up now, do you? Mmm, I wonder what they would think if they could see you now, especially looking like this!"  I grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, revealing his luscious butt. Oh God, it looked even better than I thought it would. Gerrittsen uttered a muffled scream as I caressed his firm gluts. Yum, they felt great. I was going to have fun with this corrupt, dirty pig. I could barely contain myself as I listened to him scream through his taped lips, struggling to escape my hands. His eyes bulged with fear as I fondled him. Yeah, I was going to have a great time breaking this cop. I gloated as I slammed the lid of the trunk shut. It was time to get out of here. Tom Gerritsen, the Jogger played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff

Plug

30 photos; 6:38 video

Model: Patrick (AKA Tynan Fox)
Photography By Caitiff   Date of Production: 12/29/2008 

Putting Him to Bed

20 photos; 5:20 video

Bound Guy played by Alan
Bad Guy played by Nick
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 08/31/2019

After the Game

30 photos; 4:12 video

Soccor Player played by Vladimir
Rival played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 08/16/2019

Shorts and Socks

28 photos; 4:26 video

Model: Remy


Date of Production: 07/23/2019