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Homecoming pt 2
27 photos; 3:35 video
Cont'd from "HomeComing"
“ So what should we do with you” the masked man said with a sinister leer as he looked at Jeff, bound and gagged on the couch. Jeff had come home only to be attacked and trussed up. Now he was a helpless prisoner.
But whatever the masked man was about to do, he was delayed when he and Jeff heard the sound of the door being opened.
Damn it, Jason was home too. Jeff couldn't’ tell if that was good or bad.
By the time Jeff’s room mate Jason entered the living room, the masked man was gone. All he saw was Jeff sitting on the couch. His hands and feet were bound and thick black tape covered his mouth.
“Mmmmm!” Jeff grunted. Unfortunately Jason did not quite understand the gravity of the situation. He assumed that Jeff had been the victim of some kind of practical joke.
Not one to waste an opportunity, Jason sat on Jeff’s lap, tugging at the ropes. But he made no move to untie Jeff.
Damn it Jason, Jeff thought, stop fooling around and untie me! “Mmmmmm!” Jeff grunted through his gag.
Jason was having too much fun. He didn't’ know how Jeff had gotten tied up and gagged. All he knew was he finally had Jeff in his power.
Unfortunately It was the masked man who had Jason in his power. Jason turned around with a start to see the masked man !
The masked man wasted no time, tying Jason’s hands behind his back with more of the same rope. Jason was shoved onto the couch next to his bound room mate where his feet were then tied.
“Mmmmm!” Jason moaned as he was gagged with black tape. Now he matched Jeff in his bondage.
Jeff fumed helplessly. IF only his room mate hadn't’ been an idiot and realised something was up. Surely seeing his room mate bound and gagged should have been a clue. Now they were both the hostages of a crazy guy with a bondage fetish.
The masked man just laughed as he stared at his hostages struggling. He had other things to do. There were valuables to take. But no reason he couldn’t combine a fun with business.
The End
Jeff played by Chad
Jason played by Derek
The Masked Man played by Slade Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:02/25/2012 -
In Too Deep.. In Color
5:26 video
Some asked that we do a color version of the In Too Deep video.
Here's the originalThe Detective played by Jon Storm
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 11/26/2019
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Hurt by JMZ
19 photos; 1:18 video
Cont'd from Hurt You
I froze in anticipation and I watched the old man light a cigarette outside. He began to pace again and I began my exhaustive struggle to get free. Once I got bearings back I began to struggle harder knowing time was not on my side. Sweat trickled down my forehead as this morning workout was harder than nay one I had done before. I maneuvered myself on my back to try and reach the rope that was knotted around my ankles.
I used all my strength to pull the chair the between my legs to get a better grip. I grunted quietly so that the old man couldn’t hear my escape. The hard chair dug into my back just as the rope dug into my skin. I had to be smart about this, if I struggled too hard I would only knot the ropes tighter, patience was a virtue. As I made a second attempt at bringing the chair out from under me I glanced up to see my captors shadow on a cell phone. Was he bringing back up? I hoped the police would come soon before this crazy whack job came back in. there was no telling what he would do if he saw me trying to escape.I was able to get the chair out from under me and on its side. I meticulously worked at the knots. My finger ached as I slowly began to unravel the rope that connected my ankles. If I could only get my feet loose I would at least be able to have a fighting chance if he came back in. “MMMPPPPPPP. MMMPPPHHH”, I grunted. As time went by I occasionally glanced at the door hoping to an officer walk in. I needed to work faster.
I was filled with excitement and exhaustion when I finally got my ankles free. I lay on the floor trying to catch my breath. This endeavor seemed harder with duct tape wrapped around my mouth. Once I got my breath back I began stage two. I pulled the chair back on its side and tried to get footing. I used my knees as leverage and got to my feet.
I slowly rocked back to sit in the chair and began the work to free my hands. I yanked and pulled hard. I was able to get one hand free quickly because I had loosened the rope while trying to get my ankle free. I pulled my wrist from the coils and quickly freed the other hand. My skin was bruised and red from the bindings. I had to get out quick I thought. I began to remove the gag which seemed harder than anything I had endured throughout this entire ordeal. The duct tape stuck to my skin tightly. I decided one big pull would have to do. I swiftly pulled the tape from around my mouth I opened my mouth to scream in pain but quickly stifled myself. I looked up towards the window to see the whack job still pacing. I quickly ran out of the back porch and to the nearest house to call the cops myself.
When the cops arrived I explained what had happened. The old man looked scared and apologetic as he heard me explain why I was there. The neighbors gathered on the sidewalk to watch the drama. As angry as I was I could not bring myself to press charges. The look the old guy’s face made me feel sorry for him. As the cops left he walked up to me and extended a hand. I shook it with his apologies. Later that night the door bell rang and it was him again. He invited me over for dinner with his wife and I accepted.The End
The Victim played by Hal
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/25/2008
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Hacker Sackd by Caitiff
20 photos
It had been a busy day for Derek. He had hacked into numerous computers searching for whatever he could find and gotten reams of material.
He didn’t do it for money or some cause. Derek just liked getting into people shit and causing trouble. He figured he had managed to get something when found on an unlisted server. But he would need to look it over. Probably it was someone’s illegal movie downloads.
Derek thought he heard the front door open. But that couldn’t be. His room mate would be at school all day. Derek glanced down the hall.
It wasn't’ his room mate. It was two men wearing ski masks!
Derek did as he was told, stuffing the rag into his mouth and tying the ends around the back of his head. He then pushed his chair away from his computer. While the first man kept his XXXX trained on Derek, the other quickly tied Derek’s hands behind his back. Once securely tied up, Derek was pushed to the middle of the room. One of the men then began going through Derek’s computer.
Meanwhile the XXXX man took out more rope to tie up Derek’s knees and ankles. Derek struggled weakly. Derek could only watch helplessly as his computer files were ransacked, everything copied down onto a flash drive.
“Here it is. He got everything.” the man at Derek's’ computer said. “But I don’t think he had time to break the encryption.”
“He had better not. You said putting it on that unlisted server would keep it safe.”
“Well if you don't’ want him seeing anymore, then maybe you should blind fold him. This could take a while. There’s a lot more stuff on here that we can use.”
“Mmmm!” Derek had another cloth tied over his eyes. He could still hear the tapping of keys. Damn these guys must have traced him back to his house. And now they were ransacking his computer. Beads of sweat ran down Derek's brow. He could only pray that since they so far only tied him up that meant they weren’t planning on killing him.
Derek was lifted from the chair and tape was wrapped over his already gagged mouth.
To Be Continued
Derek played by Uriah
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production:04/20/2011
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Grope 2
22 photos; 4:20 video
Let's Try this Hog Tied
Cont'd from Grope
Model: Chad
Model: PAtrick Aka Tynan Fox
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/24/2010 -
Campus Douche Bag Gets His
21 photos; 6:54 video
Campus Douche Bag played by Dante
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/15/2019 -
Footballer Bound
20 photos; 5:15 video
Footballer played by Jesse Daniiels
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 09/14/2019
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Bend Over
30 photos; 6:27 video
BoundGuy played by David
Bad Guy played by Remy
Date of Production: 08/06/2019 -
All Trussed Up
29 photos; 6:47 video
Braxton is a but frustrated.
Model: Braxton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/01/2012 -
Welcome Home! by Kurt
14 photos; 2:16 video
Philip couldn't believe the predicament he was in. Tied up and gagged, he had been drowsing on the couch when he'd been jolted into reality by a rough hand clamping over his mouth. Still half-asleep, he assumed it was his roommate Dwayne screwing around, but when he felt the cold steel pressing against his neck, he knew it was real. Before he could gather his senses, his arms were roughly pulled behind his back and his wrists were quickly tied. He was pushed down onto the sofa, and his ankles were tightly roped together. Pulled back into a sitting position, he grunted in surprise as a rolled bandanna was tied snugly into his mouth.
"Don't try nuthin, sucka!" the invader growled into his ear. Philip was left alone, and soon he heard rummaging sounds coming from upstairs. Philip, still half-asleep, sat obediently and tried to assess his situation. At least Dwayne was still at work, and hadn't been captured too. If only this intruder would leave, Dwayne would be able to rescue him when he got home. In the meantime, Philip decided to cooperate to increase his chances of survival. As he sat there, he was amazed to realize that his enforced helplessness and silence was actually turning him on. He and Dwayne had talked about bondage once and a while, usually while making fun of a scene on TV or in a movie, but the seed had been planted. Philip was feeling so hot that he almost wished the burglar would return and molest him, but he realized how stupid that was. As it was, the time dragged on, and Philip slowly sank back into the couch.
Once or twice, the intruder returned to check Philip's bindings and gag. Philip moaned as his gag was tightened and coyly rubbed his cheek against the robber's hand. The thug didn't seem to notice, and left the room again.Philip lost track of time..he wasn't even sure if the burglar was still in the house. Suddenly, he heard a sound at the front door.
"Hey, dude, I'm home!" DWAYNE!!
Dwayne stepped into the living room and saw his bound and gagged roommate on the couch.
"What the fu...what are you doing?" he sputtered.
Philip began grunting for all he was worth.
"AHMA!! E E OUFFH!" (Translation from Gaggese: "A robber! He's in the house!!")
"You moron! What the hell did you tie yourself up for?", his roommate responded illogically. "You know, you look pretty hot like that!"
Dwayne moved Philip's bound feet to make room to sit on the couch. A broad smile crossed his handsome face.
"You nut, if I didn't know better, I'd think someone else had tied you up. How did you get your hands...hey, wait a minute...."
"OO AOO!! OOOO!" (Trans.: "You asshole! It's true!")
"Hands up, muthafucka!" a voice growled from the doorway. It was the burglar.
Philip's heart sank as he saw his roommate slowly raising his hands.To be continued.......
Philip played by Andre
Dwayne played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/05/2006
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In the Basement by Fidelis
30 photos
Shaun paced nervously through the quiet halls of the psych offices. This part-time job as a security guard for the university was giving him some much needed cash to help pay for his education, but he hated it. Since the university campus cops had gone on strike a lot of the students had got jobs as security guards. Shaun missed seeing the campus cops strutting around the university, wearing those great uniforms. There was one in particular that he really missed seeing – a big blond hunk with a mustache. Shaun didn’t know why it made him happy whenever he saw this cop – the cop reminded Shaun of the captain on one of his favourite TV shows. Shaun wished that his parents’ hadn’t pushed him into studying accounting. He would much rather be a cop! He also wished that his security guard uniform looked more like a cop uniform; the company that had hired him was running short of complete uniforms. Still, it was kind of neat to have this nice shiny badge and the shirt with patch on the shoulder. If only he had real training, and was able to carry a XXXX and pepper spray and stuff like that.
Shaun flinched when he heard a strange noise in the basement of the building. He knew that he had to investigate, but he hated that basement. Whenever he was down there, he felt as if someone was watching him. He reluctantly went down the stairs. He heard the noise again. He squared his shoulders and made his way to where he thought the sound originated. As he paused in the doorway, something heavy struck him on the back of the head. He went crashing to the floor.
"GGGMMMWHATMMHAPPENED?"
Shaun’s eyes fluttered as he regained consciousness. What had happened to him? Why did he have such a funny taste his mouth? He tried to rub his aching head and realized that he couldn’t move his hands. His hands were pulled behind him, and something was tightly roped around his wrists. The peculiar taste in his mouth was due to a piece of smelly cloth that had been XXXX between his teeth and tied behind his head. He could feel the knot of the cloth pressing into the back of his head. As he looked down, he saw white rope encircling his chest, and more around his knees and ankles. Golly, what had happened to him? And why did he have that strange feeling inside his pants. He tested his bonds and the hardness increased. Gee, his dick was as hard as rock! How strange.
Shaun struggled against the ropes a little more, and as he did so he felt his cock getting harder and harder. He moaned as his male member popped out of his shorts and started rubbing against the inside of his trousers. Oh, that felt SO good. He twisted around a bit, biting down on the gag in his mouth, and groaned even louder. Oh golly, this was wonderful! He rocked from side to side, feeling the tight ropes against his body, savouring the feeling of the cloth against his tongue. He experimented more, making cries for help.
"MMMHHEEEELLPPPMEEE! MMPLLEEATH!"
Oh, that made his cock feel even better. Here he was tied up and gagged and helpless in his security guard uniform and he had never felt hornier in his life.
"Shut your mouth, you scab. If you don’t I’ll make you sorry!"
"GGGGMMMPHHH!"
Shaun’s eyes nearly started out of his head as a big, meaty hand was clamped over his already gagged mouth. He knew this guy! It was the big blond cop with the mustache. Shaun moaned with disappointment as the cop hand was removed from his mouth. He had felt his cock jump for joy when he saw the cop, now out of uniform and wearing a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt."You lie there and don’t make a sound. Shit, I can’t believe they hired a bunch of kids to replace us. Those administrative idiots will realize what a big mistake they have made."
Shaun whimpered as the campus cop left him alone. He wanted the cop to stay – having him around made him feel even hornier. Shaun started wriggling around and yelling into his gag. He was desperately trying to rub his cock even harder against the inside of his pants. Oh, it felt so good! If he had a free hand he would be able to jack himself off, but then…if his hands were free he might not feel the same intense excitement.
"I thought I told to lie still and make any noise. Shit, you really are a stupid fuck. Going to college and you can’t even understand a simple order. I told you I’d make you sorry if you put up a fuss. I’m gonna make sure you don’t try to get loose.
"GGGMMMPHHOOHHHHH!"
Shaun was in heaven as the campus cop throttled him. He didn’t think this experience could get any better, but feeling that big cop hand around his throat was driving him crazy.
"What the fuck? You some kind of fag, kid? Shit, you got my hand all messy, dripping all over it. I’ll make you wish that you had kept quiet!"
"MMMOOHHHHHHHH!"
Shaun squirmed in ecstasy as the cop squeezed his cock and balls, squeezed them hard. Cripes, he had never felt anything like this living down on the farm. Harder, he thought, squeeze them harder.
"There, that should do the job. That hurts, doesn’t it? That’ll be a lesson to all of you punk scabs. I hope you enjoy yourself. You sure as hell won’t try to move now."
This was getting better and better. The campus cop had tied up Shaun’s cock and balls, tied them tight. The pressure was incredible and exquisite. Shaun looked down at his hard cock, all tied up with white rope, and his bulging balls, which had their own share of rope. Gosh, he had never experienced anything like this in his life. He shifted experimentally. Oh yeah, that was good, moving around like that created even more pressure on his captive genitalia. What bliss, what joy! Shaun lay down on his side, arching his body. He nearly passed out, as he felt the ropes tightening, pulling even harder on his abused cock and balls. He wanted this feeling to go on forever, but at the same time he wanted to blow his wad.
Shaun rolled and struggled for hours. He couldn’t believe the intensity of the feelings that he was experiencing. When Pastor Zimmerman had lectured the boys in the youth club about the sins of the flesh, he had never talked about anything like this! Shaun had never wanted to fool around with any of the girls in the 4H club – perhaps the wonderful things he was feeling now explained that lack of interest. He just wished that the campus cop would could come back and squeeze his cock and balls even harder.
Shaun arched his back one more time, straining his body to its limit, the rope pulling his genitals even harder. He started shooting a huge gusher of cum into the air. Once again he felt himself losing consciousness.
"Oh, what happened?" Shaun lay on the basement floor, smelling the musty carpet. He was sure that someone had hit him on the head, and then….No, it was impossible – it couldn’t have been a dream! Or could it? Was his mind trying to tell him something? But the experience had seemed so incredibly real. In fact, his cock and balls were still pleasantly sore. And what was the messy, smelly pool of goo on the carpet? As he staggered to his feet, his fingers brushed against a piece of white rope. Hmmm. This was very strange. But it didn’t matter. Shaun had had an epiphany. No more accounting for him! He was going to join the police academy. If what he had dreamed about could happen to a lowly security guard, think what could happen to a real cop!THE END
Shaun played by Gary
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/22/2005 -
Bound Up
34 photos; 3:26 video
Model: Douglas
Photography by Ogre
Date of Production: 10/12/2008
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In Too Deep by TBBM
33 photos; 5:26 video
It had been two years since Detective Jon Storm had exposed the biggest mayoral scandal and had taken out the most corrupt Mayor in his city. It had nearly cost him his life but he had managed to escape from the Mayor's most trusted henchman and with the damning evidence that Detective Storm had produced, the Mayor's reign had ended and he was sent to prison.
In the two years since, Storm's working life had seen a few more high profile cases come his way and things looked like they were going great for him. Then the worst thing that could've happened did happen.
The Mayor he had managed to get sent to prison had managed to find a way to get himself out of prison. It seems that he had found a loophole in Storm's evidence that not only saw his release from prison but also saw Storm relegated to taking a job as a private detective as his station had been XXXX to fire him.
Storm had to sit back and let this guy get re-elected as Mayor, powerless to stop while also trying to salvage a career without the safety net of a pension to his name.
Storm knew the evidence he had was good, he knew that Mayor was as corrupt as anything and he knew that he had to find a way to prove it again. Storm gave the re-elected Mayor the illusion that he had left town in a huff but Storm decided to be a bit more secretive and delved even deeper into the Mayor's past once again, his searching actually taking him to another state where the Mayor in question had lived fifteen years beforehand under a different name and with a string of business hazards under his former name's belt. It was pretty damning evidence, stuff that Jon had wished he had found beforehand but this time, he knew he had the son of a bitch.
Unfortunately for Jon, the Mayor knew him better than he wish he had done. The Mayor knew that Jon Storm would never let their feud go and the Mayor knew that he needed to get rid of Detective Jon Storm, once and for all.
It was because of this that the Mayor contacted his favourite henchman and as Jon was about to come back to town, he needed to check out his home since he last seen it.
When Jon came home, he was in for a surprise. The thug who had previous tied him up was waiting for him. Jon turned to see a XXXX pointing in his way.
"It's been a while, Detective Storm," the thug smiled as though he was genuinely pleased to see Jon. Jon on the other hand was foolishly unarmed and had no choice to but to raise his hands in surrender. This pleased his "visitor". "Good boy, Jon. You can guess what's going to happen next, right?"
"God damn it," Jon muttered before a cloth was placed over his mouth. He struggled for a moment before the effects kicked in and he slumped to the ground in a heap.
"Why are the pretty ones always the most stupid?" the thug smiled, having a feel in all of Jon's pockets and producing the detective's car keys and a flash drive.
With a computer at hand, the thug was able to check out the incriminating files on the flash drive and the paper work that had been in Jon's car was now being shoved into a shredder, making sure that all the hard evidence that Jon Storm had gathered was completely gone as though it had never existed in the first place. The thug admired Jon's determination and actual detective work. It was almost a shame that this time around he had to get rid of the dashing detective but he was too much of a liability to keep around.
As for Jon, being XXXX wasn't enough. He soon woke up to find himself tied up tightly in rope and gagged just as tightly with a large white cloth tied over his mouth. It was exactly like one of those classic detective serials, except Jon had a horrible feeling that this wouldn't end with his escape and victory like last time.
It didn't stop Jon from trying to make as much noise as possible to attract outside help and it certainly didn't stop him from trying his hardest to get out of his bonds with no success at all.
When calling for help and trying to break free both failed, the only other option and one that Jon loathed to resort was to beg for his freedom. This would mean promising to hand over all of his information but Jon had a horrible feeling that all of his evidence while he had been unconscious was long gone by now and when his captor finally came back to him, there was a dark glint in his eye that made Jon fear for the worst.
"Come on, Detective Storm," the captor said, grabbing Jon by his neck and dragging him out of the house. "It's time we went for a ride."
That was the last time that anyone ever saw Detective Jon Storm again or was it?
The Detective played by Jon Storm
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 11/26/2019
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XXXX on the Job
25 photos; 4:42 video
The Security Guard played by Dean
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 11/25/2019
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Home Coming by Caitiff
30 photos; 3:32 video
It had been along ass day. Jeff just had enough time to get home and shower for his big date tonight. Jeff rushed into his apartment and down the hall...
... and right into the waiting arms of a strange masked man!
“MMMPPHH!”, was all Jeff could say through the foul smelling rag that was shoved over his mouth and nose. Desperately Jeff fought but the masked man was incredibly strong and Jeff could feel himself getting weaker. Everything began to turn dark.
Jeff slumped into his attacker's arms as he slowly lost consciousness. Finally XXXX out, Jeff was gently laid onto the floor. The masked man looked over the young man lying helpless on the floor.
Time to get to work, the man though to himself.
Jeff was picked up and laid on the couch. Out came black rope with which the man bound Jeff’s hands and arms and finally his feet. The man checked the ropes to make sure they were tight and none fo the knots could be reached by Jeff’s hands when the young man awoke.
Next of course came the gag. Thick black tape was torn from it’s roll and wrapped around Jeff’s head over his mouth.
“mmmmmmm.....” Jeff gave a low moan as he slowly regained consciousness. The first thing he noticed was that he couldn't’ move his hands. Or his feet.
“What the..” Jeff tried to say but instead all that came out as “Mmmmmppaammm?” Jeff suddenly realised, someone had tied him up!
Angrily Jeff fought his bonds but could find no slack in the ropes. He was tied up nice and tight. He couldn't’ even yell for help because the gag kept him quiet.
“Ahh so you’re awake” the masked man said, gloating over his victim. “Mmmmm!?”, Jeff demanded.
“Now you stay here sunshine. I need to go retrieve something from your apartment.”, the masked man said and walked off to the bed room.
Fuck that!, Jeff thought and as soona as the masked man was out of site, he was hopping on his bound feet. Jeff made a bee line to the door. If he could just get out the door, Jeff was sure ot run into one fo the neighbours walking down the hall. They could
help him! Even in this crummy apartment complex, a guy bunny hopping bound and gagged down the hallway was sure ot stir up questions.
But Jeff didn't’ bunny hop far. The masked man was already upon him. The man grabbed Jeff firmly in his arms. Tied up and helpless. Jeff could only put up a token struggle as the masked man dragged Jeff back to the couch.
“That was a test. Did you really think I would let a cute thing like you just sit here without being watched?”
Jeff was thrown onto the couch. The man checked his rope work again and spent an inordinate amount of time feeling up Jeff’s muscular ass. Jeff did not like that at all. He was a straight guy and it was bad enough when his gay room mate sneaked peaks at Jeff coming naked out of the shower. To be tied up and gagged, helpless to resist some strange man grabbing at his junk was too much for Jeff.
“MMmmmm!” Jeff grunted and fumed from behind his gag in helpless fury. This only made the masked man laugh.
“Now what should we do with you?” the masked man said.
Jeff played by Chad
The Masked Man played by Slade Photography by CaitiffDate of Production:02/25/2012
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Hacky Sacked by Nick007
24 photos; 4:46 video
The smell of the dark basement made me gag. I could feel the damp air all around me. I knew this was going to be a long night. I knew if I had no choice in the matter. It was tradition, if I hadn’t gone along with it I would have never lived it down. I had just joined the college soccer team and was really excited to have made it. I had heard some XXXX stories from other new guys about the odd ritual they were XXXX into when they joined the team, I was about to find out just what they meant.
I spent the whole day at practice and class. I was exhausted by the time I hit my room at the dorm. I was looking forward to the upcoming weekend and planned to relax, and maybe hit a few parties. I was just settling into bed and dozing off when I heard the window slide open. I jumped up to face ten guys in ski masks. At first in my hazy state I couldn’t really register what was happening, and then as I woke up a bit more I realized it was my turn. They pounced on me quickly. They blindfolded me and tied my hands tightly behind my back. I was then dragged through the open window and thrown into a van.
I don’t know how long we traveled. All I knew is I was scared. They teased and poked me the whole ride. I realized I wasn’t the only victim in the van; at least I had company for my misery. We stopped and I was pulled out of the van. The cold night air cut through the skin on my bare chest. I was then carried into some house, and led down to a dingy basement.
I was pushed to the floor and made to sit on my knees for an hour. My mind raced with all kinds of thoughts. My first thought was to try and break free, it was pure instinct. I quietly struggled trying to free my hands. I tossed my head from side to side hoping to remove the blindfold. It was no use; I was going to have to take it like a man. Just as I was at my breaking point I was thrown onto my back. I dared not say a word, but that didn’t matter, they gagged me anyways. A ball was shoved into my mouth and tied behind my head.
I drooled over the ball that kept me quiet. This was just the beginning. They decided to keep me immobile. They tied rope around my already sore thighs and ankles into a hogtie. I was left again to my own thoughts. I struggled to break free knowing I couldn’t stay bound and gagged for too much longer. I rolled and struggled to loosen my ties. It was no use. Then if that wasn’t enough my shorts were pulled down exposing my hairy ass. I heard laughs and snickers. I laid on the floor bare assed and scared. Then it started.
They began to poke at me and call me names. They slapped my ass as I grunted in pain. My jaw ached from the ball gag shoved in my mouth. I withered and grunted with every taunting. I wondered how long they were going to keep me in this bondage. I was their slave and could nothing about it.
I was kept bound and gagged for hours before they untied me and locked me in a closet. I could hear them performing the same taunting on the next victim. I was kept hostage bound and gagged on off for the entire weekend before they finally let me go, leaving my pride behind. They said now I was apart of the team and would be invited to help with hazing other new guys. I can’t wait.
The EndBound Guy played by Simon
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production 02/05/2009 -
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A Brush With Fear by
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This started out to be the best weekend I've had in a long time. My name is Billy and I've been living in a dorm with a bunch of crazy animals for almost two years now. So when I got this chance to house-sit this guy's house for the weekend, I jumped at the chance. It wasn't a big house and it wasn't in the best neighborhood, but it sure was roomy and quiet, and quiet was just what I wanted.
What was that?
Just my nerves I guess. This house was so quiet it was making me jumpy.
There it was again! Now what the- "How did you get in here?"
The big man poked me in the ribs . The skinny one with the scar on his cheek cut a sash cord from the window blinds. Then he pushed me back down on the couch.
"Have a seat kid and keep your mouth shut."
I was so scared I didn't know what to say while he wrapped that cord around my chest, yanked my arms back behind me, and then tied my wrists together really tight. Then somehow I managed to find my voice.
"Who are you guys? What do you want?"
The big one turned around so that he could keep an eye on the front door and he looked pretty scared. "We need a place to hide for a couple of hours. You just stay out of our way and you won't get hurt."
"But," I had to think of a lie, "I'm just watching this place for some friends of mine. They'll be back any minute and one of them is a police officer."
"A cop?" That scared the big one.
"I told you to shut up kid!" The skinny one's bony fingers closed around the back of my neck like some kind of iron claw and started to squeeze me.
"Ow! That hurts!"
"Kids today don't listen, and they don't think you mean what you tell them."
His bony hand slipped around my cheek and then closed my jaws together really tight. And then he kept squeezing them harder and harder until I held my head really still. Then he bit off a couple of big strips off of this roll of tape he had and plastered them all over my lips and under my chin so that I couldn't move any part of my mouth.
"Watch him!" he told the big one. "I'm gonna find some more rope."
The skinny one went out of the room. The big one came over by me and kind of waved his shotXXXX in my direction. "Better do what he tells you kid. If those XXXX dealers we ripped off find us here, they won't care."
XXXX dealers, crazy men with ropes and tape, what had I got myself into? And then the skinny one came back into the room carrying several pieces of rope he'd found somewhere. He came right over to me and showed me the point of his knife real close to my eyes.
"Last warning, kid. Any more silly shit from you and I'm gonna slice you a few times. You got it?"
That knife he had was enough to scare anybody so I nodded my head and held real still while he wrapped and tied ropes around my ankles and my knees so that my legs were XXXX real close together.
"That's better, now you just lie down there on the couch and behave yourself."
I lie down and put my head on the pillow, and I tried not to look at them at all. Maybe I was trying to pretend that they weren't there or maybe that this wasn't really happening to me. But I could still hear them moving around from room to room, peaking out of the windows, and raiding the kitchen for food and drinks.
Sometimes I looked up to see what they were doing, but mostly I just closed my eyes and tried not to think about them at all.
And then the skinny one came back to me again.
"You don't look very comfortable on that couch kid. Come on, I have a much better place for you."
He pulled me to my feet and made me hop over to the coffee table.
"All right, down you go."
At first I couldn't believe it. You don't put people on a coffee table! But that knife was never very far away so I didn't give him any argument when he made me curl up on top of the table.
But that wasn't quite what he wanted so then he made me roll over and lie down on my belly. I didn't like that very much. That table was really hard.
And I liked it even less when he pulled both of my feet up behind me and then tied them to my wrists with another piece of rope. Now all of my weight was down on my middle and me feet kept pulling against my wrists and making the tight rope wrapped around them feel tighter and tighter.
"There, that's much better. Now you stay just like that. Don't fall off the table because we will hear you, and then I will find an even more comfortable place to put you."
The two men left me alone like that and went into the other room. I couldn't see them any more, but I could hear them talking in low voices if I listened hard.
And then I heard the skinny one say "It looks okay now. Let's get out of here."
"What about the kid?" the big one wanted to know.
The skinny one laughed. "He's a college boy. He'll figure those knots out sooner or later."
And then I heard the door close and they were gone.
But I was still here, tied up like some turkey, in the middle of a coffee table for everyone to see. I had to get loose somehow. What would those people think if they came home and found their trusty house-sitter sitting on their coffee table like some tasty snack?
The first knot came loose and my fingers felt for the next one. How many knots were there? I sighed through my nose and rubbed my taped face against my shoulder. It was going to be a very long night.
THE END
Billy Played by Mark Wolf
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/17/2001
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Guest of the State by Kurt
29 photos
"Hands up, fucker!"
Travis's blood froze as he stood up from the refrigerator he'd been raiding for an after-midnight snack and saw the orange jump-suit-clad figure emerge from the shadows of the dining room. Before he could utter a word, a second figure, smaller than the first, came forward.
"Hey Jimmy, look, he's naked!" the second one said.
"Shut up, asshole...go grab some of that rope from inside."
Travis's mind was racing as he stood petrified, his hands in the air. Some of his friends had warned him about renting a place so close to the state pen, but it was a nice house and he had scoffed at their predictions of jailbreaks and escaped cons. He licked his lips and tried to speak..
"What...what do you want?" he squeaked.
"Don't you worry yourself, pretty boy. Let's just say you'll be having some unexpected guests for the next day or so."
Travis gulped as the second con, who was around the same height and build as Travis, re-entered the kitchen. He was holding coils of white rope in one hand, and in the other, what looked like a bandanna and some other cloth.
"Tie his hands", snarled the one with the XXXX.
"Sure thing, Jimmy," said the other, as he spun Travis around and crossed his wrists behind his back. Within 15 seconds, Travis's wrists were tightly bound. Despite his fear, there was something weirdly erotic about being handled and bound by the cute criminal. He watched as the other one laid the XXXX down on the kitchen table and began working with the cloths. Travis knew that he was about to be gagged, and he wondered how it would feel. The big con opened up the bandanna, and rolled a white handkerchief into a tube shape and laid it in the middle of the bandanna. He then rolled the bandanna around the handkerchief, making a double layer of cloth. He stepped behind Travis and XXXX the thick roll of cloth between his teeth, pulling the loose ends of the bandanna taut behind his neck. Travis grunted as the gag was double-knotted behind his head. A firm hand on his shoulder XXXX Travis down to the floor, where the shorter punk quickly bound his ankles.
"Can we get some clothes now, Jimmy? I'm sick of these jumpsuits!"
"Yeah, go upstairs and see what you can find...look for his wallet, too. We need some cash."
"OK, buddy!" Travis heard the cuter con bound up the stairs toward his bedroom. He eyed his captor warily from his position on the floor.
"Now, don't give us any trouble and you'll come out of this OK, got it?"
Travis nodded...he felt humiliated lying on his own kitchen floor, nude, bound, gagged and helpless in front of this rough stranger. The second con returned in a few minutes....dressed in Travis's best pair of Levi's, his brand-new navy blue Timberlands, a white t-shirt, and Travis's favorite leather bomber jacket. Travis was surprised at the thought that crossed his mind...how hot the punk looked dressed in his clothes. The Levi's were snug, accentuating his firm butt and prominent package, and the t-shirt stretched tightly over his meaty pecs."He's got a lot more clothes for you, Jimmy. But I couldn't find the wallet."
"Nitwit! OK, show me where the bedroom is." Glancing down at his gagged and bound captive, he growled. "You stay put, got it?"
The two cons went upstairs. Travis realized this was his only chance to escape. He managed to draw his legs up and push himself along the wall to a standing position. He tested his bonds... they were tight as hell, but he could keep his balance, and he began to bunny-hop over to the kitchen drawer that held the cutlery. If he could get a knife, he might be able to...
"What the fuck?"Travis saw stars as a meaty fist clipped him in the jaw. He fell back to the kitchen floor with a crash. Stunned, he felt two pairs of hands mauling him and dragging him up. He was tossed into a chair and felt more rope being whipped around his body. He groaned as his roped hands were crushed against his back while he was tied firmly to the chair.
"That wasn't very smart, punk," Jimmy growled as he knotted the ropes tying Travis's legs to the chair. Travis's eyes cleared and he saw Jimmy dressed in some more of his clothes. He was about the same height as Travis, but much broader and beefier, the result being the stolen Levis were skin-tight on him. Travis had read that when you're taken hostage, it's much smarter to try to get along with your captors and get them to like you. He looked up at Jimmy with his sexiest bedroom eyes, and moaned into the tight-fitting gag. As Jimmy reached down to tighten some knots, Travis brushed his head along the XXXX's beefy arm.
"You are kind of cute tied up and gagged like that," observed his captor.
The second XXXX chimed in, "Yeah, he's fucking hot! Can I touch him, Jimmy?"
"Sure, go ahead," replied Jimmy.
Travis tensed up as the more handsome con began to feel his chest...he slowly massaged Travis's shoulders and biceps, tweaking his nipples.
Travis groaned as one hand fell down to his exposed package. The con slowly massaged Travis's shaft and fondled his balls playfully....Travis began to drift....
Travis jerked awake suddenly. As his head cleared, he realized he was still tightly bound and gagged in his kitchen. Images of the two cons who had attacked, bound, gagged and XXXX him flashed through his mind. He looked down at his lap and saw the paper laying over his dormant cock. "Thanks for the hospitality" it said. Travis smiled under his gag. It hadn't been THAT bad.......The End
Travis played byAndre
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 03/17/2004
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Saw Too Much
21 photos; 4:53 video
The Nosy Intern played by Vladimir
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 11/21/2019
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XXXX Strip
25 photos; 9:03 video
Bound Guy played by Ron Jeffries
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 11/06/2019
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Average Joe
20 photos; 4:06 video
Average Joe played by Bill
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 0702/2019
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The Gym Bunny by Jase1010
23 photos; 4:54 video
Patrick prided himself on his new physical fitness regimen. He had lost over 50 lbs in the last couple of months, and thought he was the cock of the walk. It got so that he had begun walking around his gym, and crowing about what great shape he was in and how he would soon be benching even more than then the bodybuilders who frequented his gym. Said bodybuilders thought that Patrick was an arrogant prick who was still a novice and needed to recognize that. Plus, he never put away his weights or wiped his sweat off the benches after he was done. It was breaking a cardinal rule of the gym.
Something needed to be done.
Patrick entered the gym on Thanksgiving morning. He was psyched because he knew that, due to the holiday, he and the other muscle boys would be the only ones at the gym. That meant less of a wait for weights and machines. Maybe he'd even work off without a shirt on to show those other guys how a real man gets cut.
James, Terry, and Tim were there, already lifting. Patrick sauntered up, and immediately launched into his usual put-downs about how they were total pussies and he could bench more than that. He also noted that he felt that James (who was being spotted by Terry) liked having Terry's crotch right above his face. James secured the iron he was currently hefting, and sat up. The three experienced musclemen looked at each other. That's it. It was go time.
They turned to Patrick with evil smiles on their faces.
Before Patrick could even get out a "what are you guys doing?", they had advanced on him. Tim lifted Patrick over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, ignoring Patrick's protests. As he was carted towards the manager's freshly painted office, James and Terry peppered Patrick's butt with spanks to enforce his helplessness. They had big, broad hands and - OW. Patrick was practically shrieking in protest.
"Fuck! What the fuck are you - OW! - idiots doing! Let me down! I'll kick your asses, man! I'll fuck you up! LET ME G-MMPPGGHRRHRH!"
Tired of listening to his protests and threats, Terry took the do-rag he had been wearing off his head and stuffed it into Patrick's mouth. James took HIS do-rag off and tied it around Patrick's so their captive was completely silenced with sweaty cotton.
"MMpphgghrrhr! MMPPHHH!! Mmmmfffoo MmMaaannntt MMMfpphoo Mmmisss Mah MMMEEEE!" Patrick was almost gagging with the sweaty cloth stuffed in his mouth. He demanded they release him, but only earned his ass some more spanking. He only had a jock on under his shorts so his butt was starting to sting.
They got into the office, which had been emptied of furniture for the painters. As they dropped him on to the floor with a thud, Patrick realized with a sinking feeling that Mark the manager wouldn't even be in today. He trusted the group with a key to use on holidays. It was just Patrick and three pissed off musclemen.
He noted with alarm that, while James and Tim held him down on the floor, Terry was advancing on him with coils of rope. Oh man. He was getting tied up.
Patrick was absolutely correct. He quickly found himself tightly hogtied, his body bent into a bow shape for the maximum discomfort. The ropes binding his hands, feet and body completed his bondage. He was now a squirming sap stuck on the hardwood floor. His three tormentors stood above him, grinning, big arms folded.
"How's my sweaty head rag taste, asshole?" James asked, snickering.
Patrick could only "mmpphh" angrily as he worked his body around on the floor, trying to find a least one little knot to work on to get untied. He couldn't.
"You can bounce around all you want, buttface, but I was a boy scout AND a sailor. That shit is forever, You're all tied up until we let you out,"Terry informed him.
"MMMMMMMGGPRHRHRHRH!!!" Patrick screamed into his gag. If anything, his struggles seemed to be making the ropes TIGHTER. Fuck, he was stuck.
"We got tired of trying to work out while hearing you flap your gums over and over again. We needed some peace and quiet and you needed to learn a little lesson about respect and common courtesy in a gym setting. You wipe down the equipment after you use it because no one wants to lay in your ass sweat..."
Tim had squatted down next to the helpless Patrick, and was punctuating each directive by poking a big finger into his forehead. OW! Patrick bellowed some more into his mouth stuffing.
"...you put the weights away...*POKE**MMPPHHH!!!!*...you stop talking shit about how much better you are than the rest of us....*POKE**MMPPHHH!!*...you stop harassing the juice bar girl because she thinks you're a dick....*POKE**MPPHH!!!....and you wear a FUCKING TOWEL when it's possible in the locker room because no one's impressed with your substandard schlong!"
Tim finished off his speech with a final savage poke to Patrick's forehead and smack to his ass. He then stood up.
"MMPPHHHHHH!!!" Patrick began begging them to untie him. He had learned his lesson. He would behave.
Unfortunately for him, they couldn't make out a word of what he was saying. They had all high-fived and left him there. To struggle helplessly. How long were they going to leave him like this? Would they untie his ass before they left? He was going to miss turkey!
He realized in this scenario that he WAS the turkey. A trussed up one.
Model: Mickey O'Shea Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:10/25/2012
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Don't Make Me by JMZ
20 photos; 3:21 video
It was a big misunderstanding. There was nothing I could do or say for that matter. If only he had given me the chance to explain the situation this would never have happened. I tried to do a nice thing and it blew up in my face. This is the last time I ever do a favor for a friend.
My friend Heath was going out of own for a couple of weeks and asked me to stay over at his house to take care of his dog. He had done the same for me many times so I decided to return the favor. Little did I know that it would turn out to be such a mess? He left early on Saturday and I made my way to his house later that day. I walked the dog and helped myself to some food from the fridge. His house was beautiful and well kept. I always envied his view from the back porch and decided to relax and stay in that night. I dozed off early and woke up the next morning to a beautiful day.
I decided to take advantage of the cool breeze coming in from the back porch. I stood and took in the view of the lake and wondered what I would have for breakfast when it happened. I heard the screen door open and in front of me stood an older man carrying a baseball bat. I was startled and a little bit pissed that this guy just walked into my friend’s house without even knocking. I started to rip into this guy when he lifted the bat. I raised my arm in defense but it was no use. I saw a bright light and was out cold.I slowly began to come to a few hours later. The shock of what had happened consumed me, but as I began to get the focus back in my eyes I was presented with a new shock. I had been securely tied to a dining room chair. My eyes focused on the couch where the old man was petting the dog. “I’ve already called the cops you punk”, he yelled. “What the hell are you MMMMPPPPHHHH”, I started. He placed a bandana tightly between my teeth to shut me up. “Punks should be seen and not heard”, he said. What was happening? I tried frantically to form sentences through my gag but it was useless. It was made more difficult when he secured duct tape around my head to insure complete silence. “MMMPPPHHH”, I screamed. “I’m part of the neighborhood watch and I know for a fact Heath is out of town”, the old fucker explained. “MMMMPPPHHH”, I screamed. “I’ve called the cops and you are in for it now.”
I tried desperately to explain but it was impossible. Little did I know at the time that this old man had a reputation around the neighborhood as a whacked out vigilante. He called the cops on a regular basis for crimes he thought he saw taking place. The neighborhood appreciated his concern even if it annoyed them from time to time. The cops however were not as understanding. They had warned him before and now it seemed as if they were ignoring his calls completely. He stood up and walked outside of the house slamming the door hard. I watched he silhouette pacing back and forth on the porch waiting for the cops that were never coming. I decided I had to do something quick.
I began to assess my situation. He sure knew his way around rope. My wrists were tightly coiled to the chair with rope winding up to my elbows. My bare cold feet had been strung up to each wrist and knotted tightly. I had to get out. I rocked back and forth hoping to free my ankles first. The rope seemed to loosed up a bit as I struggled violently to get free. My unbuttoned shirt fell to the back of the chair exposing my chest to the cold morning air. I pulled forward and back hoping something would give. When this approach didn’t work I decided to hop try and hop the chair to the desk where I saw a pair of scissors. This was a mistake. The chair tipped over and I fell hard on the floor. “MMMPPPHHH”, I screamed in pain. This was the only time I was glad to be gagged, the bandana and tape muffled my scream. I twisted my head to see the old man’s shadow stop. I hoped to God he was not coming back in.To be Cont'd
The Victim played by Hal
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/25/2008
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Just Another Job by Caitiff
24 photos
Another long night and things had gone well. Donny was going to get a good deal on the stuff he had gotten tonight. It was so easy to get into people’s houses. he had especially been happy when he came across a lock box in one old house. Donny didn’t know what was inside but he was sure it would be the “Big Score”.
Yes, things had gone really well, Donny thought as he drifted of into a deep XXXX. So deep that he didn’t hear his window being XXXX open. So deep, in fact, that the man who who had broken into donny’s house had time to pour the smelly contents of a brown bottle onto a handkerchief. Donny remained unaware of the man until suddenly the handkerchief was pressed firmly against his nose and mouth!
“Mmmph! Mmm..ffmmm...mmmmm.....” was all Donny could say as the chemicals in the handkerchief overwhelmed him. Again he drifted off into blackness.
Donny awoke slowly as the XXXX faded out of his system. His first sensation was that his mouth tasted dry and foul. He couldn’t seem to move his tongue at all. Some thing was keeping it to the back of his mouth.
Still groggy, Donny tried to put his hands to his mouth. But they wouldn’t move. In fact, Donny’s entire body seemed to stuck together somehow. In the back of Donny’s still XXXX mind, alarm bells went off.
“Well, looks like XXXX beauty is waking up!”
Donny’s eyes popped open at the sound of the voice of the man that stood over him. Large and muscular, the man wore a ski mask. But the threat in his eyes was clear enough.
“Mmmmm?!” Donny exclaimed incoherently through the thick gag filling his mouth. what the..? Donny tested the gag, trying to push it out with his tongue but it was far too tightly tied to come out. Vainly, he reached for it with is hands, but he suddenly realized that they had been tightly tied together behind his back. His legs were similarly bound. Donny lay on the bed, bound and gagged, as the man hovered over him.
“You’ve caused me a fair bit of trouble taking my lock box like you did. I paid a lot of money for a good security system to keep that sort of thing from happening and you went through it like it wasn’t there. Do you have any idea of the trouble you’re in?”
Donny didn’t have a clue but he was guessing it was way more then he was willing to deal with. Any normal person would have called the cops to take care of somebody like Donny. Not XXXX him and play bondage games. Which meant this guy must either be a psycho, out of revenge, or both!
“Mmm-mmpaammmm!?” Donny pleaded. But the man didn’t seem interested in Donny’s whimpers. He turned and began rummaging though the house, apparently for his lock box that Donny had stolen only hours before.
He had to get out of here, Donny realized. Franticly, he strained against the ropes that bound him. Donny wasn’t a weak man. he was still young and pretty muscular himself. But that strength alone didn’t mean much when you were tied up. After several minutes of struggling and rolling on the bed, ever fearful his captor would come back, Donny was no closer to getting free then he had been before. When the man came back, Donny was still bound, gagged and helpless.
“Lucky for you I found the box. For all your skill as a thief, you suck as hiding stuff. Guess we could fix that problem. Guys like you can be made to be pretty compliant with the right motivation.”
Donny wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that! If the guy had his stupid lock box, why was he still here? What did he mean “Motivation”? What was this guy going to do? As he lay there, Donny felt totally exposed. Half naked except for a beat up pair of shorts, Donny knew if this guy tried anything, he couldn’t stop him. Though, Donny admitted to himself, being , XXXX was better then being XXXX off.
But the guy did neither. Instead Donny found himself being hog tied so that he was even more immobile.
“Here...”, the man said as he gave Donny a pat on the ass,”You have fun. And get used to being tied up and gagged a lot. being kept immobile is part of the indoctrination process!”
Donny was as confused as ever and even more frightened. This guy was obviously planning far more then a little fun at Donny’s expense.
“Mmmmmm! Mmmm!”Donny screamed through his gag as he bucked and rolled as much as the gag and bonds allowed. if only he could get somebody’s attention. Donny didn’t mind the police arresting him. That was a hell of a lot better then anything this guy must have had planned.
The man seemed amused by Donny’s panic as he took out a cell phone and hit the auto dial. “The package has been recovered. Plus a bonus prize. Yes. Anybody who can cut through our security so easy has got talent..... No, i don’t think liquidation is a good idea. We can use this..... Yes, the prize is already wrapped up and ready for delivery. I don’t think indoctrination should take too long. ...expect us shortly.”
The man hung up and keeled so he was eye level with Donny. Donny could only stare into the man’s cold eyes.
“You are a very lucky man. Normally a punk like you would be taken care of for causing us so much grief. But you got talent at getting into places and my employers can use talent like that. Actually, I should say, YOUR employers. Because now they are.”
“MMMMMMMM!!!!” Donny let out a long moan in protest, for all the good it would do.
The man laughed, “ Of course you are going to need a little attitude adjustment. but i will take care of that personally!” The man took out a large bag and began shoving Donny’s prostrate form into it.
And so Donny, break in artist, was taken in by the “Organization”.The end
Donny played by Gurth
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/29/2003
