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Model: Arturo Photography by Caitiff
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Model: Darien Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 02/04/2009
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Dave had just joined the fraternity a few weeks before. Everything was going well during rush week. He showed up on time, took care of what he was expected to do. He was courteous and a model prospective member. Things were great, he was ushered in and all was well.
If David had been doing his chores when the other fraternity snuck in, he'd have been able to call campus police. As it stood, however, he
was XXXX on the job and the other guys decided to take advantage of the situation.
They snuck in through the kitchen door, wearing dark clothes and ski masks. They dug through their bags and pulled out a bunch of rope, having planned for this sort of complication. They then snuck into the main room of the house, found Dave lying there, and started trussing him up!
Being such a heavy XXXXer, Dave didn't even notice once they were finished binding him. They crept away from him, leaving him to snooze, and grabbed the baseball trophy they were after. On the way out, one of the guys chuckled at him and he began to wake up, seeing their retreating forms heading for the door.
He gasped and began to struggle but the other boys had bound him too tight! There was nothing he could do to prevent them from getting away! His brothers were going to be upset, and how!
David struggled with his bonds while trying to come up with a convincing story to explain his predicament. Unfortunately, he couldn't do both very well and only managed to work up a sweat for himself.
After two hours of wriggling and pulling and desperately trying to come up with a good tale, he heard the front door open. His heart pounded in his chest while he listened to the brothers come in from rugby practice. He knew he was in for it now.
Charlie was the first to say something, even before they found David.
"That lousy good for nothing. He was supposed to clean the house! How long ago did we leave him here? Four hours? Five?" Bill laughed sourly. "I swear, if I find him slacking off I'm going to give him one last chance to save his sorry butt."
Charles agreed and the rest of the guys just laughed. They knew when Bill was angry, he meant business.
"Oh, hey, look what we have here! The slacker himself!" Henry was the first to see David trussed up. The guys all filed in and David's chest went cold inside. How humiliating to be found like this.
"Well, Dave, I see you've been playing around again. Probably had some girl in here who left you tied up to teach you a lesson." David shook his head violently, trying to explain through the gag but it was useless. They either didn't understand him or didn't want to even try.
"Serves you right, you lazy good for nothing," Bill said. "You just lay here for a couple of more hours and think about what you're going to do next time about your chores!" He wiggled a finger at Bill who just looked pathetic. David's eyes pleaded for release, but one by one the brothers took turns whacking him on the ass and wandering off.
Maybe next time he would not be so quick to fall aXXXX on the job.
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The Resident played by Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/07/2018
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Model: Beau Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 01/23/2018
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Dustin and I had had a big fight a couple days ago when I came home and found that he had left the door unlocked, yet again. I had discussed this with him many times before and he would always say he was sorry but a couple days later I would find it unlocked again. Fortunately, nobody had ever taken advantage of this but I feared with the downturn in the economy and the resulting layoffs in the police force, that things may not continue to be so lucky, so I decided it was time to teach him a lesson.
I worked at one of the “big box” stores and was on good terms with some of the delivery guys (who were pretty good size). I talked it over with Matt and he said he understood and would be willing to help me out. He said...”Leave it to me; I know just how to handle it”. He did tell me that he could get the main “thing” he needed right here at work. When I asked “such as?” He said “rope”. Then I understood pretty much what he had in mind. He assured me he would not hurt Dustin but would scare him enough to assure that he would remember to lock the door in the future. I asked that he do it just before I got home so that Dustin wouldn’t be “uncomfortable” for too long of a time.
Dustin usually got home about 1 1⁄2 hours before me on Tuesdays; so that would give Matt ample time to do what he was going to do. The trap was set now all we had to do was carry it out. Matt told me he would do it next Tuesday, since it was one of his days off. I said that would be just fine. I found myself looking anxiously toward Tuesday.
Dustin walked in the door thinking to himself...”Shit, left it unlocked again; glad I got home before Rick”. Before he realized it a large figure moved up behind him and roughly grabbed him while slapping a cloth over his mouth and nose which had a very sweet smell to it. He quickly became light headed and collapsed. Matt quickly dragged him over and put him on the sofa. Then he began to bind him. He started by pulling his hands behind his back and using the rope he had brought along with him he began to wrap it around Dustin’s wrists and then he pulled the wrists together (crossing them) and tied them tightly together with a tight knot out of Dustin’s reach. Next, he pulled out a rag and XXXX it between Dustin’s teeth and gagged him tightly so that he would not make enough noise for the neighbors to hear, after he came to.
Taking another piece of rope, Matt wrapped it around Dustin’s thighs, and then ran it down tying it tightly both above & below the knees and then after crossing the ankles finished by tying it off in a nice tight knot. Next, he stepped back and watched as Dustin came to. He began to struggle to get free “mmmmmrrrrpppphhhhing” into his gag. Matt decided that he needed to secure his “victim” a little bit more to make sure he didn’t get loose before I arrived home. Taking out another piece of rope he proceeded to wrap it tightly around Dustin’s already bound wrists and then ran it down and around his ankles and pulled it tight forcing his feet up very close to his hands putting Dustin into a nice restrictive hogtie position. He was totally helpless.
Matt then slapped his gloved hand over Dustin’s mouth and held it there for a bit saying “Guess it looks like you shouldn’t have left the door unlocked, huh?” Then he stepped back admiring his work as Dustin began to struggle trying to get free. “Go ahead kid and struggle all you want but you aren’t going anywhere”. After awhile Matt left by the backdoor without Dustin realizing he was gone. When Dustin didn’t see Matt return, he began testing the ropes holding him even more than before but they were very tightly tied and he couldn’t find any knots to work on and regardless of all his struggling the ropes would not give him enough slack to get free. All he could do was lay there and think about what was going to happen when Rick got home soon. Damn, that was not going to be good. He began struggling all the more but made absolutely no headway against his bonds.
I ran into Matt on his way out and he told me the stage was set for me to take it from there. I entered the unlocked front door yelling out “Dustin you left the damn door unlocked, AGAIN!” Then I raced upstairs totaling ignoring Dustin who was struggling after he managed to fall off the sofa where Matt said he would leave him. “Dustin, where are you?” I yelled coming back downstairs and he let out a muffled cry. I went over to him saying “Well, look what happened.” “You left the door unlocked, again, didn’t you?”. “Looks like somebody took advantage of it too, as I see some stuff is missing”. I wanted to really play this up. I leaned down and removed the tight gag and he began begging to be untied. “Please untie me Rick”.
I thought to myself and before untying the first knot I decided to have some “fun” with his present situation. I XXXX the gag back in his mouth and tied it tightly behind his head ignoring his muffled cries. “I think you need to be taught a lesson just to make sure you NEVER forget to lock the door again.” Dustin and I were just roommates but I thought he looked very HOT all tied up and helpless like he was there on the floor. “Mmmmmmmrrrrrrrrppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhh”! Was all he could manage to utter.
I had seen photos of guys tied up on the internet and had found some of them mildly arousing but to see it up close and live caused a whole new sensation. I wanted to “have my way” with this bound guy. I began to stroke and touch him. I unbuttoned his shirt and began to gently play with his nips. Then my hand would wonder down to his crotch where I discovered that he had a hardon! “WOW; what do we have here?”. “It looks as if someone else is enjoying this besides me”. The sounds of Mmmmmmmmppphing were now becoming moans of pleasure as I continued playing with Dustin’s erect nips and cock.
I slowly unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out and licked it a bit to tease him even more before I finally took it in my mouth and sucked him. His moans of pleasure increased as I continued to suck his hard cock. Then I stopped and stuffed it back in his pants. Moving toward his head I began to slowly unzip my pants and with a wink I said...”Now it’s your turn” as I slowly removed the tight cloth gag from his mouth. Dustin looked at me and simply said...”Welcome Home” and then opened his mouth wide...
The End
Dustin played by Sammy
Matt played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/25/2009
Date of Production: 04/25/2009
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Model: Ryan Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 08/13/2007
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Happy Bear played by Dean Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 01/06/2018
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Model: Derek
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Date of Production: 10/25/2017
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Model : Wolfric
Photography By Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/26/2013
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Sal Romano thought he was the "Hottest Straight Stud" in Black shoe leather. Point of face he was but his attitude needed an adjustment fast. He strutted down the street in his black suit, black shirt and tie, black highly shined point loafers, his black, sheer nylon, thick and thin socks flashing as he walked. He seemed always to be in a major hurry.
He started to date my sister, I told her she was making a "Big Mistake". She did not listen to one word I said. After three weeks he dumped her. She came to me asking for "revenge" I nodded YES. Sis had Sal's extra set of apt. keys. I asked for them. Silently, she placed them into my palm.
The Bar closed at two AM. I waited, hidden behind a truck for Sal to leave the "4 Aces". I followed him back to his apt careful not to be observed. After he went in I waited another hour, sure that XXXX and the booze would have sent him to "dreamland" or "Nightmareland" which is actually where he would arrive.
I crept into the apt. Sal was aXXXX lying clad only in his Black Tight Boxers, designer made. His hand behind his head he looked as sexy as hell. There was a slight "tenting" in those black boxers. He tuned on to his flat stomach, that perfect ass staring up at me. I got my black cord out of my gym bag and bound his hands behind him. Still he slept, breathing deeply.
Stretched out, I tied his ankles together, making the cord as tight as I could. I had forgotten my ski mask which I place on my head. Lucky for me Sal still slept. I pulled out my Black Bandana, twisted it together and was about to gag Sal, when he awoke. "Hey, motherfucker, what is going on stop, STOP, MMMPPPPPHHHHHHHFFFUUUUCCKKKKK" was all he managed to utter before the Gag was stuffed into he sexy mouth. I could imagine my Dick in that mouth with my XXXX pointed at Sal's head forcing this straight Stud to "suck me Off". He struggled and squirmed and shook the bed. I slapped he with the back of my hand accross his face. That "calmed his down a bit.
I took my black cord and criss-crossed his body . I then "Hog Tied" him, Sal's size 12 feet shaking in the air. I smacked his ass ten times hard to "calm him" again this worked.
I placed my hand over his mouth, and holding his arm whispered in his ear. "Ever have sex with a dude, Sal, I know you can't answer just now but I'm going get you a seuxal education" "One you'll thank me for in the future" I grabbed in Nips. and pinched the tips , starting softly, then squeezing and then pinching with all my might. "AAAARRRGGGHHHHHNNOOOOO" he yelled through his gag. ahahahahaa. I responded.
"Well what do we have here" I chimed. Is the great stud Sal sporting a hard dick." Sal had indeed gotten hard hard-on. I took my camera and started sXXXXping a few picture's for the Patrons at the Bar and the dudes at the Firehouse where Sal worked. I lowered his black tight boxers, and took out my hard dick and pissed on Sal, as I pissed, I proceeded to wank him off, I wanted him ound with his cum and my urine covering his crotch . Sal arched his back and shot his load. 5 spirts of hot cum. I then tossed myself off onto his face. His eyes shut tightly he could feel my cum on his hair and eyelids.
I then went to his bathroom found shaving cream and a used razor, I spread the cream all over his body. I then slowly shaved his feet, then legs then crotch , turned him over then shaved his ass crack, then his pits, the his face hair on that square chin, finally with Sal Moaning through his gag I shave his head. First with an electric clipper then with thae dull ranzor. I wanted this to hurt. It did. Humiliated and defeated Sal lay there Hog tied and shaved . Completely devoid of body hair. I photographed him in many angles. I told him that if he went to the Cops or told any of his mates these photo's would be plastered everywhere. He was sobbing greatly tears running down his face onto the pillow. I smiled. My sister would be pleased.
As I gathered my stuff to leave, I took a suitcase from Sal's closet and scooped up his shoes and black suit and sheer thick and thin black socks and garters, shirt and tie he had dumped on the floor, we wore the same size and I considered this my "DOORPRIZE" Laughing I left his apt. In the morning I would call the firehouse and tell them to "recuse Sal"
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Model: Andre Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 06/22/2004
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Bound Guy played by Dante
Bad Guy played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/18/2018
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Model: David Photography by Caitiff Date of Photography 03/07/2018
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Guy Next Door played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/06/2018
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"GMMWHOOMARU? GGMMUMWANT? MMWHEREMUTAKINGME?"
"All in good time, Billy. All in good time."
William felt his blood run cold. That voice – he knew that voice! And…Billy – no one had called him Billy since he was a kid. No one except for….William’s blood ran cold. No, it couldn’t be possible! Not after all of these years! William pulled at the ropes that were biting into his wrists. Oh God, he should have known. That voice combined with the ropes and the gags – it had to be! William felt faint. He started begging through the gag.
"PLLEEETHPLEETHLEMMEGO! GMMIWONTMTELL!"
"Ha ha ha, you haven’t changed one little bit, have you, Billy? Leaving town after going to that fancy college hasn’t had any effect on you, has it? You’re still a big wuss. I guess it doesn’t matter how much money you make, once a wuss, always a wuss."
William winced as the blindfold was removed and the bright light hit his eyes. He looked up. He had been right. His captor was his old nemesis Pete Malone – the guy who had made his high school and college vacations a nightmare. William and Pete’s parents had been best friends, and they insisted that the two spend at least a week or two together every summer at the adjoining cottages that the two families owned. William thought with XXXX of the torments that Pete had inflicted on him. It had taken him years to recover from the psychological damage that Pete had caused. He still had dreams about what Pete had done to him – dreams that left him physically drained and drenched in sweat. As he tested the knots that had held his hands firmly behind him, he found out that Pete hadn’t lost any of his skill with rope. He prayed that this was just some kind of sick joke, and that Pete would let him go soon.
"CMOMTHMPETE. SJOKEMSAJOKE. GGMMLEEMEGO. HHUH?"
"Let you go, Billy? Now is that the way to talk to your old friend, Pete? Why don’t you say that you’re glad to see me, and that you’ve missed me? Why, when my Mom told me that you were coming up here to clean out the old summer place, I dropped everything and rushed right over. I thought that we could relive some of the good times that we used to have together."
"MMMMMNOOOOOOO!!! OHMGODNNNOOOO! GGGMMHEEEELPP! PLEEETHGGSOMEONEMMHEEELLLPPPMEEEE!"
"Sheesh, you’re hurting my feelings, Billy boy. That isn’t very nice of you, not very nice at all. And don’t bother screaming for help, no one can hear you. But…as usual, that yap of yours is still irritating. I guess that you need a better gag."
"GGGMNOOO! MMMMMPHHHH!"
"There, that’s much better. I always though that you were much sexier when I couldn’t hear what you were saying. Moans are much better. Now, let’s get started."
William moaned and begged through his gag as Pete tied his knees and ankles. Pete paid no heed to William’s stifled pleas’ for mercy. He just laughed as he pulled the ropes as tightly as he could.
"How does that feel, pal? Tight enough for you? I know that you always liked the ropes nice and snug.
"GGGRMMMPHH! MMMFFFFF!"
"Good, I’m happy if you’re happy. Now, why don’t you do a little dance for me, Billy?"
"MMMNNOOOPMH! MMPTHPLTH!"
"Come on, Billy, dance for your old friend Pete. You know what will happen if you don’t dance for me, don’t you?"
William whimpered as he watched Pete unbuckle his thick leather belt. He knew that if he didn’t do what Pete wanted, his tender luscious butt would feel that the sting of that belt. He tottered to his feet and started hopping around.
"Oh, that’s good, Billy, but how about going a little faster. Jump just a bit higher!"
As the belt slammed into the floor near his feet, William did his best to comply. He was sweating in his suit and tie, and breathing heavily. He didn’t think that he could do much more of this before he fell over. It was hard for him to keep his balance with his feet and legs tied together.
"That was excellent, Billy. I’m glad to see that you haven’t forgotten any of your old tricks. But you look really hot, Billy. I guess you never had a suit on when you danced for me before. I’ll have to make you more comfortable."
William shrieked into his gag as Pete started to loosen his tie. Oh God, oh God, oh God. After William had collapsed on the floor, exhausted from his XXXX prancing, Pete had pounced on him. He had untied William’s hands, but before William could muster the strength to fight back, Pete had tied them again, this time in front of him. William had been unable to stop Pete from tying his hands over his head, attaching the rope to an exposed beam. Now he hung by his hands, helpless and exposed.
"Mmmm, nice chest that you’ve developed, Billy. You’re not quite so scrawny as you were. Let me open this shirt a bit more. Are you nipples still as sensitive as they were? Yep, I can see that they are. They’re nice and plump and erect, just they way I like them. I could always do that to you, couldn’t I, Billy?"
William cursed Pete through his gag. Damn the bastard and his nimble fingers and tongue. William looked down at his undone belt. Fuck, Pete was really going to go through with this.
"Now that we’ve got that shirt out of the way, why don’t we do the same thing with these darned pants. Hey, I can see that you’ve changed your taste in underwear. I kind of miss those baggy plaid boxers that you used to wear. But it doesn’t really matter, because…you’re not going to be needing any underwear, not as long as I’m around."
"GGMNNNOOONNNOOONNOOOOO! MMMGNNOOOOO!"
"Aww, come on, Billy. You know that you love it – you know that you’ve missed me all of these years. I bet no one else has done this to you since the last time you saw me. "
William sobbed as he felt Pete’s hot breath on the back of his neck and felt Pete’s big firm hands moving all over his helpless body, caressing and fondling him. He cursed his traitorous cock as it sprang to life.
"There, that’s much better. Look Billy, I brought your old favourite with me. You haven’t forgotten the greased glove, have you?"
"MMMMNNOOOOOOOOO! MMMNOOOOO!"
William bucked frantically in his bondage as Pete stepped in front of him, a big grin on his face and the infamous greased glove on his hand. How could he forget the hours of exquisite torment that Pete had inflicted on him? How he could forget night after XXXXless night as Pete milked him dry repeatedly?
"Shouldn’t that be MOO not NOO, Billy? Oh yeah, this is going to be just like old times."
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Grant sat on the trunk in a daze. He felt like a sack of shit. He was trying to remember how he had got into the cellar. Had he fainted? He had been working on the chopper out on the tarmac, in blazing 110-degree heat, and had been feeling queasy from the heat, but…no, he was sure that he hadn’t fainted. Oh bugger, his head hurt. If only those hammers pounding away in his skull would stop for a minute, he would be able to think clearly. Shit, this place was going around in circles. He closed his eyes, and leaned back. Yeah, that was better. The anvil-bashing demons in his head were taking a rest, and he didn’t feel like he was on a merry-go-round. He tried to concentrate – he sure wasn’t going anywhere for a while, feeling the way that he did, and he wanted to know how he had got from the tarmac to this dingy little cellar. Pictures started forming in his mind. He had just about finished the maintenance check for Mike. He had looked at his watch and seen that it was just about time for Mike to arrive and begin the flight for the traffic report. So far, so good. Wait. Now he remembered! Out of the corner of his eye he had seen a guy creeping up on him! He had turned to yell at him, and then something had hit him in the back of the skull, and everything had gone black.
He attempted to jump to his feet, and sank back with a groan. He knew he had to get out of here and find Mike, but he felt so cruddy, he had to rest for another minute. He still didn’t know where he was; though the door looked familiar. There was a flight of stairs in the hangar, leading down to a padlocked door, made of similar wood. He staggered to his feet once more, and this time he managed to stay upright. He began to make his way towards the door, wincing at the pain in his head. Before he had gone more than a few feet, the door burst open, and two men brandishing pistols blocked his way.
"Going somewhere, big boy? I don’t think so. Your head must still be sore; we think that you need a good long rest."
"Get out of my way you fuckers, I…." Ummmmphhh. Despite his size, the two men had no difficulty overpowering Grant. They didn’t need to use their XXXXs – a couple of punches to the stomach and a XXXX to the side of the head, and Grant was face down on the ground in no time. One of the thugs sat on Grant, pulling his hands behind him. Before he could gather strength to resist, his hands had been efficiently taped together. "What the fuck are you…MMMMMPHHHHH." Grant XXXXd as an oily rag was stuffed deep into his mouth, secured with more tape wrapped around his head. He thought that he was going to puke. All this getting XXXX around, plus the vile taste of the disgusting rag in his mouth was making his stomach heave. Despite his weakness and nausea, he continued to struggle against the two men, dislodging the one that was sitting on his back.
"Jeez, but he’s a big bugger, isn’t he? Come on, help get more tape around him before he hurts somebody." They pulled Grant to his feet, and managed to wrap more tape around his chest, binding his upper arms to his body. The two thugs dragged Grant over to the old trunk that he had been sitting on, and throwing him down on his side, taped his wrists to his body.
"Whew, that was hard work. This guy must have a skull like rock. I didn’t think that …OWWW!!! You bastard! You’re gonna regret that. Get his fucking legs!" Grant had lashed out with his booted feet, and managed to land a blow on the shins of one of the men. In short order, they taped his legs up, below and above the knee. "There that should hold him for a while." Grant screamed through his gag, cursing the two thugs. "Don’t you worry, big boy. You just sit tight for a while, and eventually someone will find you. Once KJZB notices that they aren’t getting any traffic reports from the air, someone should come looking out here. Of course, we’ll be long gone by then. Your pretty boy pilot is going to being dropping us off a long, long way from here." "MMMPHMIIKE!" "Ah, ain’t that sweet. He’s all concerned about the blond. He’s almost as comfortable as you at the moment, all trussed up and gagged, waiting for us. We’ll have to untie him to fly us out, but not for a while. Our cargo has been delayed in the traffic. Ha ha ha."
Grant struggled in impotent fury once the two men had left. He had to get free and save Mike. Who knew what those goons would do to Mike once he had flown them to wherever they were going? He twisted and struggled against the tape that surrounded his body, but it was surprisingly strong, and held firm. He needed something that could cut through the tape. There was nothing down here; he would have to somehow make his way up to the hangar. After a couple of unsuccessful efforts, Grant managed to heave himself to his feet. He began the slow journey towards the door. Every little hop that he took jarred him, intensifying the pain in his head. His whole body ached from the beating that he had taken. He had only taken a few hops when the door swung open.
"Where do you think you’re going, big boy? Planning a little trip? I don’t think so. Back up."
Grant was XXXX to hop backwards, as a XXXX was pushed into his chest. The thug laughed when the backs of Grant’s legs met the trunks, and he sat down with a crash.
"MMMPHH. GGGMMWHATMMDOING. MMNOO!" Mike tried to squirm away as the guy started unlacing his boots. He quieted down once the barrel of the XXXX was shoved into his groin. "That’s better, big boy. You keep quiet, and no one gets hurt. I haven’t killed anyone yet, and I don’t intend on starting now. Not unless I’m XXXX to. There’s, that better. Phew, your feet smell, did anyone ever tell you that?"
"GGMMFUCKMMDOING?" Grant couldn’t understand why this guy was stripping him of his boots and socks. "GMMNNNOOOO. MMSTTOPPP." Grant couldn’t help giggling as the criminal ran his fingers along the sole of his foot.
"You want to know what I’m doing? I’ m taking your boots off, so even if you do manage to free yourself before help arrives, you won’t be going anywhere. These tender tootsies of yours will fry like eggs if you try to go outside and walk on that hot black tarmac. Yep, I figure that you’ll get second degree burns if you try to get help. Because, big buy, I’m not stupid. There aren’t any phones left functioning upstairs, and if you hadn’t noticed, your cell phone isn’t in the pocket of that jump suit of yours. You’re stuck here, all by yourself. And don’t worry about the blond stud – he’ll be OK. Eventually." Giving Grant a pat on the cheek, the thug left.
As soon as he was alone, Grant renewed his efforts to escape. Once again he managed to get to his feet, but this time he went crashing to the ground. Ouch, that hurt. He didn’t know how much more abuse his poor battered body could take. He swung himself around on his butt, used the side of the trunk for leverage, and got on his feet yet again. Once more he fell to the ground, this time flat on his face. Ummpphh! His jaw got a mighty crack, as it slammed down on the floor. He nearly wept with frustration. This time he couldn’t get up. He slowly inched his way across the floor, making very little progress. He still hadn’t reached the door when he heard footsteps come thundering down the stairs. Oh shit, were those guys coming back? He gave a sigh of relief when he saw deputies come through the door, their XXXXs drawn.
"MMMPHHHHH!!!"
"MMMOUUUCCCHHH." Grant yelped as the tape was pulled off his mouth, taking some of his hair with it. He spat out the rag. " The pilot, Mike, he’s…"
"Don’t worry, he’s safe. The bozos that tried to hijack the chopper got separated from their cargo, which we were tailing. They’re under arrest, and your friend is safe."
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Model: Darien
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/04/2009
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Bound Guy played by Cody Jonson
Bad Guy played by Brian
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/06/2024
Tags: nude, hog tie, twink, bad guy, fondled, underwear, stuff gag, tape gag
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Model: Brian
Photography by Brian
Date of Production: 05/06/2024
Tags: gagging, stuff gag, OTM gag, hog tie
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Photography by Marco Grieco
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Tags: bear, jock, tape
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Intern played by Kona
Bad Guy played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/25/2024
Tags: tape gag, suit, bad guy, dominated, gagging, socks
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Model: Lucas
Photography by Marco Grieco
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Date of Production: 11/08/2022
Tags: cleave gag, shirtless, outdoors, muscle
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First Bound Guy played by Jean LeFaun
Second Bound Guy played by Trixster
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Photography: 01/27/2024
Tags: nude, nudity, cleave gag, double, back to back, bare foot
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Model: Rhett Tucker
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/28/2024
Tags: Shirtless, tattoos, plot, gagging, hand gag, cleave gag, tape gag, chair tie, jeans
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Model: Andy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/27/2024
Tags: muscle, nude, bare foot, tape gag, dominated, bad guy, groped, butt, hairy