Skater Boi Exposed

24 photos; 4:32 video

Model: Matthew

Photography by Sammy

Date of Production:06/13/2011

The Accountant Who Knew Too Much

23 photos; 4:34 video

Garretjan has all been good with numbers, but when he saw some weird transactions in a account that belongs to big time XXXX dealer well he began to ask too many questions. Finding himself bound and gagged Garretjan is helpless and wondering if he will be able to escape.

Can he escape?

Gag Him with a Sock by LAShyGuy

15 photos; 6:17 video

Bart was getting sick and tired of telling his loaf of a roommate, Marlon, to stop falling aXXXX on their couch. They shared a two bedroom apartment, and both of them had televisions in their bedroom, so there really was no excuse. The main problem was Marlon was a privileged guy who worked part-time at best thanks to his parents providing him with everything he needed, including paying for his rent, bills and food. Marlon would take a job whenever he was in the mood, and he’d be lucky to last two months before either quitting or getting fired. This irked Bart because Marlon’s privileged attitude was interfering with his life. Aside from constantly finding him on the couch, he’d often come home from his twelve hour shift to find the place a mess, courtesy of Marlon and his fellow deadbeat friends. Bart even asked Marlon to move out to no avail, mostly because Marlon would say yes and then never do it. So, when Bart found Marlon once again XXXX on the couch after a grueling shift, he decided this would be the last time.

Marlon was a ridiculously heavy XXXXer, and Bart decided to take advantage. He casually walked up to Marlon and fought back his anger at finding him once again wearing his sneakers on his couch. Bart carefully removed his sneaker without much trouble. Looking at his socked feet, Bart decided his socks would be a fitting addition to the punishment he was planning, so he set about removing them slowly and carefully.

Bart went into the kitchen and pulled out two lengths or rope from the tool cabinet. He returned to look and his notorious roommate and pulled his arms behind his back. Bart knew if he could get Marlon’s hands tied without waking him up, the rest would be easy. Bart wrapped the rope around Marlon’s wrists and knotted them without as much as a stir. For a split second, Bart felt sorry for the man who had caused him so much trouble…this guy could XXXX through a nuclear explosion in his backyard.

With his hands tied, Bart set to work on Marlon’s ankles, securing them with another length of rope. Bart stood up and looked down at his handiwork…not bad for someone who’d never tied anyone up before. He was fairly confident that this would be enough to get Marlon to move out, but he wanted to be absolutely sure that this would seal the deal.

Bart grabbed Marlon’s socks and produced a rag out of his pocket that he used all day to wipe the sweat from his brow while working at the warehouse. Bart knew for sure that his roommate would wake up in the middle of his action, so he planned accordingly. Bart held Marlon’s socks to his nose and let him breathe in the stench of his own feet. After thirty seconds of that, Marlon finally began to wake up. Marlon opened his mouth, and before uttering a single word, Bart stuffed the socks into his mouth. Bart took the rag and wrapped it around Marlon’s face, knotting it behind his head.

Bart stood up and looked down at his roommate, and now captive and a wave of satisfaction rushed through him. Here was the man who was making his life unnecessarily complicated, and he was at his mercy.

“MMMPPPHH,” Marlon mustered half-heartedly. Bart chuckled. Even in this situation, Marlon sounded lazy to him.

“Look, man, I’m not entirely comfortable with doing this to you, but I’ve told you a thousand times to keep the common rooms clean in the house and to stop XXXX on the couch. I’ve asked you to move out, and you refused. Let’s see if a few hours bound and gagged on my couch you love so much changes your mind. I’m going to go take a shower and get some XXXX.”

Mmmppphhh, mmmppphhh.”

“Sorry, man…can’t understand you. Later.”

Bart started to leave the room, but a thought crept into his mind that was far more evil than his original intention. As cruel as it was, he figured he had already crossed the line. Bart took out his cell phone and set it up on the counter so that it had Marlon perfectly framed. He pressed the record button, waved at Marlon, and went into his room.

Bart took the longest and most refreshing shower in his life followed by the most peaceful XXXX. Nobody blasted the television in the other room, nobody’s friends kept ringing the bell or XXXXing on the door, and nobody was making a mess in the living room. When he awoke three hours later, Bart darted up with a slight amount of concern and rushed into the living room.

Bart looked over to his couch and saw that it had been vacated, not because Marlon had escaped, but rather Marlon had fallen off it and was thrashing about on the floor trying to escape. Bart started to laugh.

“Man, this is the most energy I’ve ever seen you use. It’s nice to know you have it in you.”

“MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPPHHH,” Marlon shouted through the stench of a gag he had been enduring for hours. His body ached and he was covered in sweat from trying to break free.

Bart recovered his phone and was pleased to find he had filled the memory with the video he captured. Bart started to replay it for himself, but decided it would be a great thing to share, so he hunkered down on the floor next to Marlon and showed it to him.

As he showed Marlon the video, Bart said, “I think now you’ll take me seriously when I say I want you to move out, so here’s the deal. You have until the end of the month to get the hell out of here. If you don’t, this video gets posted on the S&M personal ads online with your phone number, email, and every other page you post crap on. Got it?”

Marlon nodded his head in acknowledgement.

“Good,” Bart replied as began untying Marlon. He was ready for Marlon to get up and attack him back, but when Marlon calmly stood up and walked into his room without saying a word, Bart smiled.

The next day, Bart went to work and came back to find Marlon had already vacated the apartment, leaving his key and a note saying anything he left behind could be tossed in the trash. Bart walked into Marlon’s room and saw he had left everything except some of his clothes. Bart laughed in spite of himself…typical lazy Marlon to the very end.

THE END

Marlon played by Himself

Photography by Keving from bondagejeopardy.com

Date of Production: 02/17/2015

The Texan by Fidelis

41 photos

"You get that cute cowboy ass of yours moving. We don’t have all day. Come on, move it!"

"GGMMOUCH!GGGMMFUCKMMRU?"

"Stop your whining and move. Yeah, this is far enough. It’s nice and private, isn’t it, cowboy? Just the two of us. Together at last."

The cowboy stud’s moaning and groaning was starting to irritate. He liked to strut around and preen, pretending that he was a big macho man, but I knew better now. It had only taken me a couple of minutes to wrestle him to the ground, strip him of his jacket and shirt and rope him like a heifer going to market. A couple of punches to the gut had left him sniveling like a baby robbed of its candy. I had torn off his bandanna and stuffed it between his teeth. It looked a lot better there than around his neck, though it didn’t cut off all of his bitching. I spun him around and slammed him into the wall.

"MMMMOOOOPPPHHH!"

"Down on your knees, big boy. It’s about time you found out who is in charge here."

I dug my fingers into his muscular shoulders, enjoying listening to him whine as I slowly XXXX him down to his knees, pushing his face against the wall as I did so. I was enjoying humiliating this braggart. He thought that he was such hot stuff, a big old super stud. He was hot, I had to admit that, but he really needed to be brought down a few pegs, and I had decided that I was going to be the one doing. I was sick and tired of him flaunting his incredibly sexy body around, as if he was God’s gift to the world. Once I was finished with him, he wasn’t going to be quite so cocky.

"Look at me, big boy. I want to see that pretty face of yours."

He resisted, struggling against me as I slowly turned him around, no easy task since he was still on his knees. I got a kick seeing him straining his prodigious muscles, fighting against me and at the same time trying to get loose from the ropes that I had wound around his handsome body. I chuckled, thinking how between his thighs must be pulling against his cock and balls. I was here for a good time – I didn’t give a hoot whether or not he enjoyed himself.

Once I had him turned so that he was facing me, I grabbed his head and pushed his face into my swollen crotch. It wouldn’t hurt to give him a preview of what he was going to experience. Shit, the fucker had but butted me in the crotch with his head. He was going to regret that. I put a foot in his chest and sent him sprawling. I licked my lips, trying not to drool as I looked at my cowboy prize. Man, but those boots of his looked so sexy on him. I had plans for those boots, but that would later. First things first. It was time for some psychological breaking down. As I told him some of the things that I had in store for him, his eyes widened. He started cursing through his bandanna gag, and began against the ropes even more frantically. I congratulated myself on using that coarse brown rope to immobilize his bulging biceps. I imagined that it was might uncomfortable, chafing his skin and digging into his muscles as he flexed them. Geez, this guy was an idiot. Did he really think that he could break those ropes? He was a really hot number, but this just confirmed the fact that he didn’t have much going on upstairs.

"Can’t get free, can you, big boy? The big butch cowboy is all roped up and helpless, isn’t he? Ah, poor baby. Don’t cry."

"GGMMGONNNAMMWHUPMMRASSMMUWUSS."

"I’m a wuss, am I? Gee, I’m not the one lying there, am I? What do you have to say to that? It seems like you aren’t quite the macho stud that you thought you were."

My taunting was getting to him, I could see that. With a muffled roar he struggled to his feet, wincing in pain as the ropes between his thighs pulled tight. The idiot tried to charge me. I laughed as I stepped out of his way, sticking out one of my feet. I tripped him, and he went down with a crash. I pounced on him, with another length of rope in my hands, thick coarse yellow rope. I pinned him between my knees as I wrapped that rope around his legs, from mid-thigh all the way down to his ankles. I got hard as rock as I finished the job, tying his ankles, pulling tight on the rope so that I could see into dig into his boots. Oh shit, yeah, he was going to have a completely different view of his boots once I was done with him. This cowboy and his boots were going to have an intimate relationship. But that would be later….

"OK, how about I make a deal with you? If you can get yourself loose, in say….30 minutes, I’ll let you go free. If you can’t – your ass is mine."

I sat down and prepared to watch the entertainment. I was stroking and rubbing myself through my jeans as I watched the big braggart rolling around on the floor, grunting and groaning as he fought to free himself. The dummy had finally realized that he had a better chance of escaping if he managed to undo some of the knots, and it was a joy to see him trying to get his fingers around the ropes. I could see that his hands were already starting to turn red – his fingers must be getting stiff and a little swollen by now. I knew that he didn’t have a chance in hell of untying himself, but being able to watch him struggle like this was an opportunity that I couldn’t pass up."

"OK, stud, your 30 minutes is up, but I’ll give you one more chance. I’ll give you another 30 minutes, but this time you’ll have a little additional rope to work with. I think that’s a fair deal, don’t you?"

He grunted in pain as I wrapped rope around his booted ankles and dragging his feet up, tying them to the rope around his chest. His body was arched; every muscle in his body must have been pulling and burning by now. I could barely control myself as I sat down to watch the second round. He puffed and panted as he tried to get loose, but now that he was even further immobilized there little that he could do. He yelled into his gag, frantic with frustration as he realized how hopeless his predicament was. I kept on calling out the time, letting him as each minute passed.

"OK, asshole. Your time is up and your ass is grass. Time for me to be the bull and you to be the heifer."

I removed the hog-tie and then untied his legs. I had to swallow my saliva as I looked down at that tight jeans-clad ass, which was just waiting for me. We were going to have a swell time.

THE END

The Texan played by Travis

Photography by Caitiff

Umph

28 photos; 7:53 video

Model: ZachT

Model: Chad

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:03/15/2011

Thick Gag

20 photos; 3:51 video

Model: Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03.26.2020

Working Late

25 photos; 6:03 video

The Guard played by Micah
The Exec played by Nick Armor
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/10/2020

Now You have to be Punished

24 photos; 7:25 video

Model: Troy
Photographer by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/19/2020

Missing the Meeting

27 photos; 9:54 video

Young Executive played by Mickey O'Shea
Bad Guy played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 11/07/2013

Wine and Rope by Kurt

20 photos; 3:28 video

Richie was a funny kind of straight boy. Since moving in next door, we'd become kind of buddies. I'd seen him bring chicks home to his place, and often heard the mattress squeaking through the thin walls where our bedrooms met, as well as some very sexy groaning. But he also showed a little bit more than neighborly friendliness now and then, and I'd had him in for a beer a couple of times when he was dateless. One night when he was over, I had inadvertently left up a screen on my PC, a page from "Bound Guys", showing one of their hot models tightly roped and gagged.

It caught Richie's eye right away.

"Damn", he said, "You into bondage and stuff? I've heard about it."

I'm not ashamed of my fetish, but I felt myself heat up from being caught unaware.

"Yeah, I like to see a guy tied up and struggling," I admitted, summoning up my best false bravado. "Weird, eh?"

"Nah," said Richie, pleasantly. "There are plenty of worse things I guess." He took a closer look at the picture and clicked on a few more. "Wow, that guy's tied up for real," he observed. "I wonder what that feels like? And that gag in his mouth...looks pretty tight. Bet he can't call for help."

"Well, that's the whole point of a gag, isn't it?" I said. "After all, if I was a robber, and broke into your place when you were home, I'd have to tie you up and gag you pretty well if I was gonna get away with your PlayStation."

Richie laughed. "Hell, yeah," he said. "You'd have to XXXX me the fuck out before you got your hands on that baby."

Suddenly, bells and light-bulbs were exploding in my head, comic-book style. (I'm a little slow sometimes.) The whole subject of being tied up and gagged wasn't turning this cute guy off, in fact, he seemed more than casually interested. I left him at the PC while I excused myself to go into the kitchen for some beers. After popping the caps on two Heinies, I reached into the cabinet above the sink. Ah, there it was! I slipped the secret ingredient down the neck of Richie's Heinie, and gave the bottle a quick shake. Making sure to hold his bottle in my right hand, I returned to the living room and gave it to him. Amazingly, he was still flipping through Bound Guys. He took two quick, deep swigs of beer, then turned to me.

"You know, buddy," he said, "There's something interesting about seeing these guys tied up. It makes you wonder what you would do if you found yourself in that situation."

"Well, uh, yeah," I quickly agreed.

"Lemme just....look...at a....few...."

Damn, that secret ingredient kicked in quick. I watched enthralled as his chin dropped down to his chest, and the mouse fell out of his hands. He started to slide out of the desk chair, but I quickly grabbed him and propped him up. I couldn't resist rubbing his cute short hair, and running my hands along his slim but firm chest. What a cutie!

I laid him out on the floor gently, and quickly stripped him down to his plaid A&F boxers, then opened my toy box and took out a slew of multi-colored ropes. I pulled him back up into the chair and within 5 minutes had him trussed nice and snugly. He made an occasional soft groan as I worked the ropes around his chest and shoulders, but kept right on XXXX. After he was tied up, I slipped a bondage DVD into the player and watched with one eye, while observing my XXXX Beauty just a foot away. After about 20 minutes, I could see he was starting to move, so I got up from the couch and left the room, standing off to the side to watch as he came to. It was so hot seeing the initial expression on his handsome face as he came around and felt the ropes gripping him.

"What the...shit!" he mumbled, while struggling weakly.

I made my reappearance and grabbed two bandannas from the bookshelf. I wadded a blue one into his mouth as he tried to pull away, then tied an orange one around it cowboy style. He made muffled protests as I jokingly told him he'd been taken and was now my special guest. Reaching for a roll of shiny black duct tape, I completed the gag by wrapping it around the bandannas nice and tightly. The kid was reduced to incomprehensible mumbling as I stroked his bare chest and playfully slapped his honey-brown nipples.

His loudest groan came when I slipped my hand into the slit of his boxers and felt his rock-hard joint and swollen, shaved balls. I knew this young stud would only need a few strokes before exploding, so I backed away, and continued teasing his upper body. I even gave his gagged mouth a hard kiss.

Although he struggled and showed flashes of anger, his eyes twinkled as I played with his firm, young body. His sexy grunts turned me on big-time, but I knew I had to play it slow. It was only 7:30, and we were both off the next day......

The End

Richie played by Tye

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/23/2006

The Lazy Bodybuilder By Caitiff

18 photos

It was 4:45 and once again, Greg was late for his work out session at the gym. Dan was pissed off. It wouldn't be so bad except that Greg had begged Dan to help him buff up...for free as a personal favor! This is time Dan could have been spending with paying clients who wanted a personal trainer instead of waiting on a free loading "friend". Something would have to be done.

At 5:10, Greg finally showed up.

"Sorry, I'm, late. I got..."

"Save it!" Dan snarled," I don't want to hear it this time. If you're not serious, I don't see why I should try to help you!"

"Man, I swear, I got held up. Please, you know I can't afford to pay you. Just give me one more chance!"

Dan had an idea. "All right. I got to go help a paying client. But if you show up at my house at 8 tonight, I'll give a session you'll never forget!" Dan handed Greg his card.

For once, Greg showed up on time. That was a good sign. Maybe Greg was finally figuring out that Dan was serious.

"I don't have a lot of equipment here since I normally just go to the gym to work out but this old ab doer should work. We're going to do this just like I used to do it when I was in a fraternity in college"

Greg gave him a puzzled look, not knowing what he was talking about. Greg was even more confused when Dan pulled out some rope and tape!

"Wait a minute. What are you going to do?"

"We're going to do a little positive and negative resistance. I'm going to tie you to that ab doer and you're going to work out until I tell you to stop."

"I'm not sure about this."

"IF you want me to train you. you have to do what I say. Or are you having second thoughts about that?"

Greg gave out a long sigh. He really didn't have a choice. He wanted to get buff so he could try out in the local body builder tournaments but he didn't have the money to pay someone like Dan. "Ok. Whatever you say."

"Hold it, one more thing. Strip." Dan commanded.

Greg had never been more embarrassed in his life. Here he was, stripped to a jock strap, sitting on some cheesy exercise at home crap and tied up. His hands had been tied behind his head and then looped around the ab doer's arm rests and his shoulders and down his back to keep them there. His feet had also been tied so he couldn't get up.

"Are you sure about this?" Greg was having second thoughts.

" Too late to back out now!" Was all Dan said before he plastered a strip of white tape across his mouth.

"Ok, now you are going to start twisting and turning exactly like I tell you too!"

For the next three hours, Greg had never worked so hard. The ab doer wasn't much but when you did the exercises for hours on end without stopping, it got tiring. Dan wouldn't let Greg stop. And the tape kept Greg from telling Dan that he needed a break.

Finally Greg had had enough. Panting through his nose, he glared at Dan.

"MmmmmmfffeeMmm!" Greg mooned defiantly through his tape gag, making it clear he had no intention of continuing.

"So, need a little break, huh? Well, Like I said, we're going to do this just like I did it in college. We had all ways to motivate a guy"

Greg wasn't sure he like the sound of that, especially as he remembered that he was bound and gagged, completely at Dan's mercy. And when Dan reached into Greg's jock and pulled out his dick, Greg really began having doubts!

" You see,' Dan explained as he began to gently but firmly stroke on Greg's hardening penis," Sometimes a guy just has some tension he needs to get rid of. I'm going to help you get rid of yours and we'll see if your a little more motivated"

Greg liked girls. He wasn't gay. But as Dan massaged and stroked and sucked his dick, it got bigger and harder. Greg tested the ropes binding his hands but they were secure. Bound and gagged, Greg could only watch as his personal trainer got him off. And despite himself, Greg was liking it!. He had never felt so relaxed in all his life. Greg was getting closer and closer to coming and it was kind of nice to be able to just sit back and let it happen.

Suddenly Dan stopped. "Feel better?" He asked. "Want me to continue"

Though Greg knew he shouldn't have, he nodded yes. He was so close! Why the hell did Dan have to stop now?

"Good! Because it doesn't happen until your work out is done! See, the sexual energy should give you enough motivation to keep going. If I let you come, you lose that. So back to work. We have all night!"

It was the longest, hardest workout Greg had ever done before (Who knew you could work out while tied up!?). Almost as hard as all the other workouts Dan put through Greg through three times a week until the Mr. Muscular Contest.

Greg won.

The End

Greg played by Brad

Photography by Caitiff

Stroked to Frustration

24 photos; 4:50 video

Model: Dylan

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/29/2014

Trashed

50 photos; 6:11 video

Tied Up Goth played by Jon Storm
Photography by Scarlet




Date of Productrion: 03/23/2020

First You, Then Me

26 photos; 6:53 video

Trapped twink played by Vladimir
Bear Trap played by Dean
Phootgraphy by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/13/2020

Office Twink

24 photos; 4:53 video

Office Twink played by Dante
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/24/2019

Stringing Him Along

25 photos; 5:19 video

Donovan Was just playing his guitar when his rtoom mate had decided he had had enough

Everyone's a critic.

Model: Donovan

Photography by Caitiff

Your Training by Sammy

22 photos; 6:18 video

Gabriel had no idea what was going on.

All he could remember was his favorite dive bar "The Locker Room." He always went there to unwind after work. He knew everyone that worked there and often got more than a few free drinks.

The last round of drinks was entirely on the house and he remembered the alcohol hitting a lot harder than it normally did. After that he couldn't remember anything until he woke up here. He did not even know where here was.

As he looked around through eyes still fuzzy from alcohol, he realized he was in a run down one bedroom apartment. The paint was chipped and peeling and the place smelled musty. A muddy window on the wall gave only fleeting glances of passing cars as they zipped by some sort of alley.

At first he though the room was incredibly chilly but the goosebumps on his skin made him realize he was actually naked. He was lying on some worn spring mattress that was thrown haphazardly into a corner covered with a ratty blue sheet that was stained with what he prayed was sweat. From the smells assailing his nose it was apparent his prayers went unanswered.

He tried to get up put his movements were awkward and unbalanced. His first thought was the alcohol, but it rapidly became apparent that the actual culprit was the lengths of black rope cutting into his wrists and ankles.

Finally through the his alcohol addled mind realization began to set in he was trapped. One drink to many and he was bound and gagged and carted off to this shit stain of an apartment.

As panic slowly set in he began to struggle furiously and futilely against the rope. He couldn't even XXXX out the vicious plug gag shoved in his mouth. Eventually he exhausted himself in his futile attempts to free himself and collapsed on the filthy bed sweating and exhausted.

That was when a short unassuming man walked into the room through the only door. He was an impossibly average dark-skinned man with no other discerning features.

"Ah, good your awake. Now the process can begin", exclaimed the dark skinned man.

"MMMmmmPPPpppHHHhhh!" groaned Gabriel through his gag.

"What process you ask?" responded the dark skinned man.

"Why the training process, You will have to be properly trained and taught how to obey. I am afraid clients are not at all interested in a disobedient plaything."

Gabriel's eyes grew wide as the man approached him.

"This training can be as pleasurable as you wish or as painful as you need. Your choice. Obedience is rewarded, anything else is punished."

The End

Gabriel played by: Tristan

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:08/25/2012

Couch Potato

25 photos

Model: Hunter

Photography by Caitiff

Hunky Stud Roll

22 photos; 5:13 video

Model: Braxton

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 9/25/2014

The Store Manager

25 photos; 4:17 video

The Store Manager played by Dean
The Bad Guy played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/15/2020

Helping Hand Hazing

20 photos; 6:08 video

Rugby Player played by David
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/29/2020

Business Partners by TBBM

25 photos; 4:50 video

It was a Friday night at a busy office and Steve was waiting for his friend to finish up. The two of them had different approaches to how they went about working for the company they both had started at the same time. When it was time to clock off, Steve was out the door as quick as a shot, his brain completely switched off and eager to have his own free time before the next day.

Rick was the more serious of the two and felt he couldn't leave until everything he needed done was done and if that sometimes meant staying another five minutes to finish up, then that was what he would do.

This was one of those Fridays. Steve was eager to go to the bar, have a beer, play some pool and relax. Rick promised that he would meet him in less than ten minutes and to get the drinks in. Ten minutes soon became half an hour and Steve was getting a bit concerned for his friend.

He tried calling Rick but when the latter didn't pick up, Steve sipped his beer and quickly went back to the office to see what was holding up his friend.

As Steve made his way into the office, he heard moaning and soon saw that his friend had been tied and gagged to a chair. Steve looked confused as he went over to try and free his friend, ignoring the fact that Rick was actually trying to warn them that they weren't alone. Before Steve could do anything, the assailant who had Rick tied and gagged to a chair wasted little time in doing the exact same to Steve, removing the young man's tie and using it to gag him.

As Steve and Rick struggled in their bonds, the intruder in question was at the computer of their boss, downloading as much information on to a flashdrive as he could, including clients and various files that even Rick and Steve themselves were not privy to.

When the assailant was done with that, he came over to observe the two young men that he had almost too easily overpowered. It would be a shame to just leave them there without having a bit of fun with them first.

He took pleasure in taunting both Rick and Steve for working on a Friday night and he detected a flash of resentment with the latter cursing Rick for not coming with him to the bar.

"Oh, don't worry, boys," the intruder smirked. "You'll have plenty of time for drinking when your boss fires you for letting me in. In the meantime, I think I'm gonna have a little fun with you two, what do you say?"

Both Rick and Steve muffled horrified protests, not liking the look their masked captor was giving them.

When the lights went out and the door was locked behind them, it soon became apparent what he had in mind.

A few hours later, the masked intruder left with a flashdrive and brief case, content with what he had acquired in more ways than one.

As for Rick and Steve, both had become the fall guys in their boss's personal files and contact lists being stolen.

In spite of their ordeal and getting fired, both men were determined they would get even with the man who ruined their lives, even if it would take a while for them to find him.

First Bound Guy played by Rick
Second Bound Guy played by Steve Thompson
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/11/2019

Player Gets Played With

37 photos; 6:06 video

Player played by Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 10/25/2012

Bait for Bondage

28 photos; 4:22 video

Model: ZackT

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:03/30/2011