Bubble Butt

26 photos; 5:31 video

Model: Troy

Date of Production: 08/10/2019

Whats In the Closet?

20 photos; 4:54 video

Underwear Model played by Steve Thompson
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 07/03/2019

Speedo

26 photos; 5:15 video

Model: Marcus

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/19/2005

Against the Clock by Caitiff

24 photos; 2:08 video

It would all soon be over, Detective Ted Daniels thought. Normal police procedure had been useless in nabbing Jimmy the Weasel. Just like his name sake, Jimmy always managed to squirm out of any charge brought against him because of lack of evidence. But Ted knew something else about Jimmy. To run his operation, Jimmy needed to keep some kind of records. And Ted knew that those records had to be in the house of Scotty McKrackin, Jimmy’s trusted friend. Of course going to get those records was hardly on the up and up. So he couldn’t tell anyone what he was doing.
A little jimmy on the lock and with XXXX drawn, Ted walked into the back door. It was dead quiet.
Maybe it was because Ted was so busy looking into the house for any sign of trouble or maybe Scotty McKrackin was just a really good sneak. But in either case Ted didn’t see McKrackin coming up from from behind. By the time Ted sensed a presence behind him, it was too late. A hard thud, a bright pain and everything went black.
..................................
  Ted awoke slowly and painfully, a low groan escaping his lips in Scotty McKrackin’s basement. This alerted his captor who was standing over Ted as he came too.
“What the ..MMPH!!”, was all Ted could say before Scotty McKrackin clamped his hand over Ted’s mouth.
“Got to keep you quiet”, Scotty said, one hand hand gagging ted while the other pulled a leather ball attached to a length of leather from his pocket. With one quick motion, Scotty shoved the ball gag cruelly into Ted’s mouth.
“Mmm-MMnnph!”, Ted moaned furiously through the gag. Desperately he tried to move but he found his hands and feet securely bound with rope.
  “I was told you might be dropping by.”, Scotty said as he tied a white cloth over Ted’s already gagged mouth to secure the ball gag even more, “So I whipped up a little surprise for you. Unfortunately it’s not quite ready” Scotty checked the ropes binding Ted and then walked upstairs.
If I’m going to get away, this is my chance, Ted thought. Ted was a strong man. He worked out every day and had the muscles to show for it. But bulging muscles didn't’ help much when you were bound and gagged. Ted twisted and strained ot get loose from the ropes binding him helpless. But try as he might, he didn't’ seem to be making much headway. Then Scotty came back downstairs.. with a BOMB!!

I was going to save this for after I had left.”, Scotty said casually to his hostage. Tightly gagged, Ted could only glare at Scotty as he explained his plan. “You see, I already have a ticket a small nation with no extradition. And those records will be hidden again. But to cover my tracks I’m going ot use this little baby. And you’re going to go with it. You’ve made some friends of mine very angry. I think I should get a little extra bonus for taking care of you.” Scotty set the bomb on a chair nex to Ted and then activated it. It’s ticking echoed throughout the room.
“Mmmm!!”, Ted grunted angrily. But it was in vain. he was tied and helpless. With this stupid gag filing his mouth, he couldn’t even yell for help.
“Well, enjoy your last few moments of life. You have ten minutes.”, Scotty gloated before grabbing a suit case and walking out, leaving ted alone to spend the last moments of his life bound and gagged in the basement.
“ As he struggled, ted realised that ten minutes wasn't’ really that long of a time. And he seemed no closer to getting free of the ropes. What to do?
Fortunately Scotty hadn't’ tied Ted to the chair. He still had enough movement to hop up off the chair. After a few moments of making sure he had his balance, Ted hopped on bound feet to the chair where the bomb ticked away. Ted could see the wires and for a moment he considered trying to disarm it while he still tied up. But looking at the complexity of the wiring made ted reconsider his plan.
Looking at the clock, Ted realised he already wasted most of the time he had. His only chance was to get out of the house before it blew. Franticly he hopped as best he could towards the door. Getting up the stairs would be tricky. Doing door knobs with his hands bound behind his back could slow him down even more. Ted doubted his chances. But it was the only chance he had.
  Sweat was now streaming down Ted’s Face and neck. With his hands bound behind him, Ted couldn’t wipe the trickle of sweat from his eyes and he grunted and cursed into his gag in frustration. His entire body was becoming soaked. And this was what was going to save Ted. Almost without realising it, the sweat had acted as a lubricant between his hands and the rope. In his twisting, Ted managed to finally get his hands free!
Ted wasted no time that his good luck had given him. He undid his feet, ran up the stairs and out of the house just before it burst into flames.
Looking at the flaming wreck that had once housed the proof he so desperately thought, ted realised that Jimmy the Weasel had escaped again. He would never catch Scotty and the records were hidden again.
But Ted wasn’t going to quit. He’d bring down Jimmy another day.

Punk Ass Bitch by Caitiff

28 photos

"Hey Pig! You can't keep me!" Steve Yeager, the thuggish looking youth in the back of Officer Gold's patrol car.

 

"Shut up" was all Officer Gold said as he continued driving down some back roads into a quiet suburban neighborhood.

 

Steve, however, continued to cop an attitude. Seventeen and already he knew it all. He was a high school drop out with a record longer then his arm. But as long as his rich Daddy was willing to grease a few palms, talk to a few golfing buddies, this didn't mean much to Steve.

 

Until Officer Gold saw him, hanging out on a street corner. Steve didn't see Gold. Not at first, But when Steve snatched some fruit from the bag of an old lady carrying her groceries home. All Steve wanted was a little fun to kill time. He was going to give the pleading old bag her fruit back..eventually. But he never had a chance. Before Steve knew he was there, Officer Gold had pushed his face into the sidewalk and pinned Steve's arms behind him so he could be cuffed.

 

"Here you go, M'am." said Gold , handing her her stolen food.

 

"Oh thank you officer! It's such a shame that we have to put up with ruffians like this! They should teach these young men how to show some manners!""

 

"Yes. Don't worry. I'll take care of it."

 

 That had been ten minutes ago. And during that ten minutes, Steve had been screaming at Gold to let him to, that his father would have his badge, that he was going to file police brutality, ect ect...

 

Officer Gold was unimpressed.

 

Finally they arrived. But it wasn't the police station. At least none that Steve had ever seen all the other times he had been arrested. Gold pulled Steve out by one arm and led him to the door of a small house.

 

"Hey! What the fuck! This isn't the police station! What' going on here!" Steve protested as he was led inside.

 

 Gold's reply was quick and to the point. He tripped Steve, sending him crashing to the ground.

 

 "What the Mmmmpphhh!" Gold's hand tightly clamped over Steve's mouth, cutting off the invectives. The hard, cold look in Officer Gold's eyes kept Steve quiet as much as the hand over his mouth did.

 

"In case you haven't noticed," Gold explained in a matter of fact way that belied the dangerous look in his eyes," You are cuffed and under my control. No one can hear you, no one knows you are here. I can do anything I want with you and no one will ever know. Do you understand?"

 

Steve gave a weak nod.

 

 "Good. I'm glad we're on the same page here. But still, I think I'll keep you quiet for a while." Steve soon had a small rubber ball on a strap being XXXX into his mouth. it was then tightened into place. The foul taste of the ball filled his mouth and Steve thought he was going to be sick.

 

Gold then sat his prisoner on a chair and soon had out clothesline with which he immobilized Steve. Steve's arms were XXXX back and his shoulders and elbows were tied uncomfortably together. Then more rope went around his torso, knees and ankle's. Steve gave out a groan as he he vainly tested his bonds.

 

 "Don't be a wussy" Gold said, smacking Steven on the side of the head. Gold then went and turned on TV and began watching.

 

 What the hell was going on? thought Steve. And how was he going to get out? A million scenarios ran through his mind, none of them good. This cop was obviously psycho. For all Steve knew, he was about to be XXXXd and murdered by some serial killer cop! And Gold was right about no one knowing where he was. Steve could expect no help. But maybe, if Steve could get this guy to take the ball gag out his mouth, he could be convinced he was worth more alive then dead! His Dad was filthy rich. He had more money then he knew what to do with, as Steve well knew since he had forged a number of checks with his dad's name on them and the old man never seemed to notice. Steve could buy his way out this with his father's just like he had every other problem he had ever had.

 

 "Mmmm mmmpphh mmm!" Steve grunted. He needed to explain to this guy that Steve could pay any ransom. But the gag made everything he said an unintelligable mumble.

 

 "Don't talk with your mouth full" Gold said, his eyes never leaving the TV as it showed Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

 

"Maa Mmmmhhaa Mmmmnnneeee!" Steve said, trying to enunciate the words 'I have money' as well as he could through the gag. Gold turned to Steve.

 

"Excuse me?"

 

 "Mmmaaa...Kaaa...Mpeeee...Ooooo....Mmmmphhnnneee!" Steve grunted out as best he could.

 

 "You can pay me money?" Gold asked back, finally getting what Steve was trying to say. Steve vigorously shook his head yes.

 

Gold turned back to the TV. "You should know money isn't what I want you for."

 

A cold chill ran down Steve's spine. If this guy didn't want money then there had to be only one thing this guy wanted. Though his dad had always bailed him out, Steve had been in jail long enough to know what young tight ass like his was worth to the cons in jail. Could the cops be any different?

 

 Steve seemed to get his answer when Gold called someone on the phone. Steve strained to hear what was being said.

 

"Right, I got him....Just like you wanted him......The training should take a little while, like we discussed, then he's all your's to with as you please....Don't worry about it, I can MAKE him cooperative. ... Ok, be here at three and you decide if you still want him or not. Good bye."

 

 Shit! Steve wasn't going to just get XXXXd, he had been sold into some kind of white slavery ring! And now his buyer, probably some rich perverted dude as old as dirt, was going to take him home as his personal sex slave. And there wasn't a damn thing Steve could do about it!

 

 At three, Steve was untied from the chair though he remained cuffed and gagged. Then his pants were stripped off, leaving him in his boxers.

 

Steve tried vainly to fight but Gold was much bigger then he was, knew how to restrain someone, and wasn't already cuffed and gagged like his prisoner was. Steve's feet were soon tied and he was let squirming on the floor as Gold went to answer the door.

 

All sorts of thoughts were racing through Steve's mind. Was this guy going to fuck him right on the floor? Was the cop going to join in too? What if he didn't wan to buy Steve, what would happen to him? Would they at least use lube?

 

 Then the man at the door came into the room and like Steve expected, it was an old guy. What Steve didn't expect was that the old guy was Steve's DAD!?

 

"Mmmmpphhh!!" Mmmm-mmmm!" Steve exclaimed though his gag. Was he going to be ransomed after all?

 

"Hello son," Steve's father said with a sigh. And Steve suddenly noticed that his dad wasn't too quick to untie his bound son or that the cop didn't seem particularly mindful of having his hostage's father running around his house. Gold had gone back to watching TV. Enterprise was on. What was going on?

 

 "I'm sorry but this is for your own good." Steve's father continued, "I can't let you go to prison but I can't keep cleaning up your messes anymore either. This officer says he can teach you some manners. Hopefully, you'll be free in time for your eighteenth birthday when your records get sealed. A clean slate...wouldn't that be nice?"

 

 What the fuck! His own dad had had him XXXX? And he would be let go when he turned 18? That was six months from now! And being bound and gagged all that time, held prisoner by some. psycho cop?! Steve would have preferred to be sold as a sex slave.

 

 

 

 "Mmmmmm! Mmmmm!" Steve moaned but his dad wasn't listening. Steve was soon alone with Officer Gold.

 

 

 

"I think we'll try a hog tie. That should settle you down enough for me to finish watching Roswell."

 

 

Six months later, it took almost the entire time, but Steve did eventually reform. He even got used to the taste of the ball gag in his mouth.

 

 

 

The End

 

Steve played by Philip

 

Photography by Caitiff

 

Jock'd

32 photos; 4:23 video

Model: Aaron

 

Photography by Caitiff

 

Caught With His Pants Down

25 photos; 4:53 video

Bound Guy Played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/18/2019

Stuck in the Closet

20 photos; 4:52 video

Victim played by Rex


Date of Production: 08/06/2019

Poor Little Rich Boi by Zac

25 photos; 5:33 video

 

Basic Training by Fidelis

29 photos; 3:18 video

 

Ohhhhh. Sergeant Mike Brown tried to rub his aching head. What had happened? He had heard loud music, drunken shouting and smelled doobie. He had gone to investigate, and thenPOW!!! Something had slammed into his jaw, and everything had gone dark. What the fuck? Why were his hands tied together? And his feet? He was going to kick some ass. If those new recruits thought that they could get away with something like this, they had better think again. Once he got his hands on them, those sorry little bastards were going to wish that they were still at home with Mommy to tuck them in.
"You buggers, you come and untie me now!!! "
"Hey, Sarge, you got a problem?"
"You, youI should have known that you were behind this, Creighton. You're in BIG trouble now! I'm gonna rip your balls off!"
"Gee, I'm scared, Sarge. Can't you see me shaking? That's mighty big talk from someone who's all tied up. I'm tired of listening to you. You're spoiling our fun. Open up, Sarge."
"Don't you even think about..GGGGMMMMMMPPHHHH!"
"What's wrong, Sarge? Cat got your tongue? You're not so tough now, all tied up and gagged. Just you sit there like a good Sergeant. You don't want to be a party pooper, do you? The kids are finally having a good time."

 

 

 

 

Fucking punk! Mike pulled at the new ropes that Creighton had added to his bindings. The foul taste in his mouth seemed to be getting worse. Yuck. No matter what he did, he couldn't loosen the gag or the ropes. He howled through the gag. What the hell were those kids on? They were getting louder and louder, hooting and hollering. "Yeah, Creighton, go for it! Bring the bastard in!"
"Hey, Sarge, guess what? The boys want you to join the party. Isn't that nice of them? It seems that they're all kind of frisky and need some release. I mentioned that you were out here, ready and willing to give them what they want. What do you think about that?"
"MMMNNNOOOOO!" Sergeant Brown screamed into his gag as Creighton grabbed his feet and started to drag him towards the room full of horny young men. This couldn't be happening to him! OH SHIT!!!!!

 

 

 

Waking Up by Kirk

18 photos; 3:03 video

 

It was the last straw.  The anger had been building for years.  He snapped.  Twenty-six year old Eric was livid with rage.  He had taken abuse from his older brother Tommy since he was a kid.  Tommy would beat the shit out of him.  Tommy would jump him, tie him up, and leave him fir hours.  As they got older, Tom my would sabotage his dates with his girlfriends, steal and destroy his homework, even call his boss at work and accuse him of stealing parts from the job.  Eric moved out when he was sixteen.  But Tommy kept ragging him, an obsession to destroy his younger brother at any cost.
 
And Eric snapped.  He had prepared his supplies:  Rope and Duct tape.  He had no remorse, no second thoughts.  It would be murder.  Simple murder.  Yet, revenge.  Ultimate revenge.  Eric got to Tommy’s house knowing his Saturday morning routine:  his boy friend would be drunk and crashed out from the night, and good boy Tommy would do the house cleaning.  Eric crawled through the basement window with the broken lock and waited.
 
Eric remembered.  It had been the last straw.  He was sixteen and Tommy jumped him when he got home from school.  Eric had put up a good fight but his brother was stronger and soon had his wrists tied behind his back.  Eric struggled as his brother stripped him and bound him.  Gagged and blindfolded, Tommy dumped the naked bound boy in the back of his car and drove at 1 AM to the high school football filed where he dumped his kid brother at the 40 yard line.  Eric struggled for hours until he finally got free and walked home at 4 AM naked through the streets.  Completely humiliated but grateful nobody had seen him, he left that night. 

 

 

Eric hit him.  Hit him hard.  Tommy, carrying the laundry basket down the stairs slumped to the floor.  Eric looked at his brother, hatred welling up in side of him.  He lifted his unconscious brother and put him in a chair.  Eric was breathing heavy.  His heart was exploding in his chest as he crossed Tommy’s wrists behind him and began to bind them.  It felt good, very good as he pulled with all his might at the rope tying his brother’s hands.  “You roped mine so fuckin tight I had rope burn for days,” he spoke to his brother, who was moaning and awaking.  Eric quickly neutralized his brother legs and feet, and roped his arms and legs to the chair.  He liked it, the feeling of control he finally had over Tommy, who just awoke and begin to get his bearings and test his ropes. 
 
“What the fuck are you doing?  Get me out of these ropes or I will beat the shit out of you your worthless pile of shit!”   Eric grabbed his brother by the throat with one hand and shoved his hand over his mouth with another.  “You are going to die today you mother fucker!”  Tommy began to buck his body at the ropes as Eric shoved a sock from the basked down his Tommy’s throat and tapped gagged him.  Tommy began to squirm in the chair and bang it around and cursed under his gag, but Eric had been planning to rope his brother for years and Tommy was going nowhere.
 
Tommy helplessly watched as Eric put the clothes in the washing machine.  He set the cycle for 30 minutes.  As the clothes began to wash, Eric spent the half hour getting revenge on his brother.  He beat and kicked the bound man as Tommy, defiant with rage; gag mumbled how he planned to kill Eric when he got free.  The buzzer sounded, and Eric moved the wet cloths to the gas dryer.
 
“You kill me.  You have it wrong, mother fucker!  I kill you - you son of a bitch!”  Tommy, now sweat covered from his struggles and abuse, watched as Eric unhooked the gas line from the back of the dryer.  Soon Tommy smelled the natural gas filling the room.
 
“It should take some time.  This is a big room.  I’ll be watching for the explosion!”
 
Eric left.  Tommy went ballistic.  He was terrified and fought his bindings, moving the chair all around the room.  The gas kept escaping from the cloth’s dryer.  Tommy was screaming, hoping his boy friend would hear, but the gag made it impossible.  He finally slumped and began to sob in the ropes, shaking in fear.
 
The gas hissing stopped. 
 
Eric shoved his head through the window.
 
“You are dead meat.  You will not know when or where.  You are dead meat.”
 
Eric left helpless Tommy slumped and defeated bound and gagged. 
 

 

Roy Toy

25 photos

Model: Roy

Photographer: Caitiff

Rubbed the Wrong Way

30 photos; 5:48 video

Bound Guy played by Remy
Bad Guy played by David
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 08/06/2019

Hog Tied Muscle Daddy

27 photos; 5:16 video

Model: Troy
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 08/10/2019

Against the Pole

22 photos; 5:50 video

Model: Mike
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 06./13/2019

Escape Attempt

32 photos; 6:22 video

Model: Dante
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 07/17/2013

Duct Tape is Silver

29 photos; 7:37 video

Bound Guy played by Craig
Bad Guy played by JMZ

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 04/10/2010

Exchange Student by Kirk

30 photos

 

 

            Nicoli was helpless as his captors finished restraining him.  “Now we prepare the box.”  “The box????” Nicoli helplessly mumbled.  “Yes, Nicoli.  See we have a large wooden box.  I will tie you up into a little ball.  You’ll be XXXXed and put in the box, taken to the airport and by private jet returned home.  Your brothers should have been broken by torture when you arrive, and they will have the pleasure of watching you executed! They began to drill air holes in the box.  Another rag was placed around Nicoli’s eyes.  He heard scuffing sounds, and then all was quiet.
 
            Nicoli figured his captors had left.  He had to break free and save Tommy.  Ignoring his blindfold and gag, Nicoli bucked in the ropes.  He remembered how, when he was a kid, he endured the pain as he sawed his wrists free.  Loosing no time, he once again began twisting his wrists.  Slowly, so slowly, yet his fingers finally reached a knot.  Fumbling and sweating, he worked the knot and got his wrists free.  Freeing his legs he pulled the blindfold off his eyes.  The chair with Tommy was gone!  Where did they take him?  Finally unroped, Nicoli went to the kitchen to get a knife as a weapon where he found Tommy and his two captors sitting around the table drinking beers.  At once they began to laugh at Nicoli’s perplexed look.
 
            “Well you said you could break out of anything you were tied up in?  And you wished you had a chance to try. We just wanted to give you a challenge and a little good old USA initiation!”  Nicoli soon realized that it was a practical joke.  He noticed Tommy’s arms:  roped burned.  He looked at his own wrists and saw the same.  “Yeah, Nicoli, these buddies of mine are XXXXs for hire.  Makes cool fun at parties.”  Nicoli joined the laughter and the beer.  And before the night was over, he and Tommy had been roped, back-to-back, legs bent and tied, and were struggling to get out of a wooden box.

 

 

Nicoli played by Finest Young

 

Photography by Caitiff

 

 

Snip and Tuck by John

42 photos; 2:19 video

 

 Jarred watched his playmate Chris struggle against the ropes with an evil grin on his face. Jarred and Chris had been getting together regularly for about a year now and tieing up each other for the fun of it. Jarred was amused at his handy work today though.
“Damn, I’ve outdone myself this time!” Jarred said, “Looks like reading all those boy scout books along with the Bound & Gagged magazines has finally paid off!”
“MMMMPPPPFFFUCKMOFF” Chris struggled to get the words
out of his mouth, but he could only grunt out so much with that big green ball gag stuffed down his throat. Jarred just sat in the corner and laughed.
  “Here, roll over, I need to try out my hog-tie skills on ya now.” Jarred said. And with that, Chris was on his stomach with his legs being pulled back towards his head
“MMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHFFFOUCH” screamed Chris.
Jarred was a bit of a sadistic fucker, and Chris knew this, as he almost covered his arms with rope, it seemed to Chris that Jarred was never gonna finish tieing the rope.
Jarred moved in closer to Chris and grabbed his face and said “Now don’t get scared but I really don’t like those underwear and that t-shirt you are wearing. So I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to get rid of them for you!” Chris nor Jarred had ever been naked in front of each other before. They had never gone past just being in their underwear. Just the thought of being naked in front of his friend made Chris start to get hard. Of course, Jarred saw this and grabbed his cock and said “WOW! Looks like someone is getting a little excited.”
  *SNIP* *SNIP* Chris was getting pissed at Jarred now because his mother had just bought him this new underwear, and now his friend was cutting them off.
“Oh, well lookie here!”
“MMMMMMMMMMMM” moaned Chris.
“Damn bro, you got quite a cock on you.” Chris was harder than he had ever been before. For some reason being tied up and now naked in front of his good friend Jarred for the first time, was really turning him on.

 

 But of course, Jarred being the sadistic fucker that he was said “Well let’s get you back on your stomach so I’m not tempted to play with that cock of yours bro!” And with that, Chris was back on his stomach with his bare ass now up in the air. Chris was starting to worry though. He knew that he had liked guys, but was hoping that Jarred wasn’t going to take advantage of him now that he was naked. He wanted the first time with a guy to be a special one, not one where he was tied up and struggling to get out of his ropes. As Chris started to think more about this, he began struggling to get out of the ropes that were confining him and felt like their grip was getting tighter and tighter.

 

 

 

Chris finally managed to get back on his backside and of course, Jarred laughed once again as he held Chris’ cock in his hand. “Damn Mister, Your cock isn’t goin
soft yet!”

 

 “MMMMRRRRRPPPFFFFWAIT” Chris yelled
“You are probably thinking up some sick perverted way that you want me to play with you while you are helpless.” Jarred said to Chris. This could be farther from the truth.
Chris, finally exhausted from struggling against his ropes and was eager to get of the bondage, looked at Jarred with the cutest puppy eyes he could muster up. “What? You think that is gonna get you out bro?” said Jarred. “You’re gonna have to get free like you always do man!”

 

 

 “MMMMMMPPPPPPRRRRRFFFFFSHITHEAD!” moaned Chris as Jarred slapped some white duct tape over his mouth and eyes.
“Now you can?t give me that look anymore bro. I almost felt sorry for you there for a second. NOT!” said Jarred as he laughed at his friend.
“I’ll be back later to check and see if you are free yet. I’ve worked up quite an appetite laughing and sitting there watching you struggle. I’m gonna go grab a quick bite to eat.” As Jarred said walking out of the room and leaving poor Chris there defenseless and naked with his cock still hard.

 

 

Chris played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff

 

David Cuddle With Remy

25 photos; 5:12 video

Bound Guy played by David
Cuddler played by Remy
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 08/06/2019

Steve Thompson Getting Gagged

9 photos; 5:54 video

Gagged Guy played by Steve Thompson
Gagger played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 7/24/2019

Cuffed Cop

30 photos; 4:18 video

Cuffed Cop played by Rex
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production :  07/13/2019

Put In Storage

28 photos; 4:44 video

Victim played by Dominic
Phootgraphy by Caitiff

Date of ProductionL 08/03/2012

Internal Rope and Gag Service

20 photos; 4:22 video