Hello Neighbor!

25 photos; 3:46 video

Bound Guy played by Rex
Bad Guy played by Alan
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/31/2019

Biker Against The Wall

25 photos; 4:55 video

Gagged Biker played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/18/2019

COMING HOME

30 photos; 5:05 video

BoundGuy played by Steve Thompson
BaD GUY PLAYED BY DEAN

Date of Production: 07/24/2019

Roped and Ready to Ride

20 photos; 5:25 video

Model: Patrick (AKA Tynan Fox)
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/12/2012

Leather Boi

33 photos; 5:58 video

Frat House Rodeo by Kirk

26 photos

            Jamie could not figure out his new frat pledge bro, Tex.  Well, since Jamie came from the Bronx, New York City he was not used to cowboys.  Tex spoke with that Texan “drawl,” they New Yorker’s found silly.  Jamie could not help but notice that Tex kept in his room coils of rope.  He would go on the roof of the frat house and in the middle of lower Manhattan and lasso imaginary steers.  “It’s the rodeo in me,” Tex explained.  “Man, you should see the fun of the rodeo, the thrill.  Well I once lassoed a steer and it took me less than one minute to have that fucker in a tight hogtie.”  Jamie got hard and he had a plan.
 
            Some weeks later the two were alone in the frat house for the weekend.  Tex was again playing with his coil of rope.  “You know us Rican Bronx cowboys are pretty good with rope too,” Jamie explained.  “Tough living in the South Bronx hombre.  To survive you might have to rope up your enemy before he gets you!”  “You Jamie, rope up some dude?  You city folk could not tie up a steer or a man for any reason with any success.  The dude would be out in 10 minutes.”   “Wanna test your words, Gringo?” Jamie replied.  “What if I were to lasso you, rope you like a steer, and give you ten minutes to get out.  If you don’t, you buy the beer.  If you do it’s on me.”  Tex gave Jamie the finger.  “Fuck you dude.  Give it your best shot and then you’ll be getting me a keg!”
 
            Tex tossed a coil of rope to Jamie.  “Ok cowboy, hands behind your back.”  Jamie began to rope Tex’s crossed wrists behind his back.  “Ever been tied up before hombre?” Jamie asked.  “Nope, said Tex, you?”  “All the time man, since I was a Boy Scout.  Love it, and love tying people up too!”  “You mean you have done this before?” Tex asked, the rope now getting tighter with each turn around his wrists.  “So many times I can’t count!”  Tex was getting a bit nervous now but would not show any sign of fear as Jamie began to wrap the rope around Tex’s arms and, lashing his biceps to his sides.  “Yoo man, that is a bit tight,” Tex complained.  With lightning speed Jamie had a knotted bandanna and shoved it between Tex’s teeth and tied off behind his head.  “What you say cowboy?”  Tex started to bitch in his gag, but Jamie shoved his hand over his mouth.  “Need a photo for the company!”  Jamie held his cell phone and took a photo of Tex’s hand covered face.  Tex now began to moan in his gag.  “COOOO MOPPPNYYYYYYYYYYY??”  Before he could moan again, Jamie dumped Tex to the floor.  “Stay put for a second.”  Tex began to buck like a roped steer against his ropes, but soon he realized that Jamie was a pro at this and he was tied really tight.  Jamie returned with another coil of Tex’s rope.  “Got to finish the job!”  Tex began to struggle, but to no avail.  With his arms helpless he could not stop Jamie from tightly roping his ankles and knees.  Exhausted from the struggle, Tex moaned,  gagged for air and sweat while Jamie stood back to admire his handiwork.
 
            Jamie began to take a few more pictures with his cell phone and made some calls as Tex shifted his body on the floor, trying to get some leverage against his bindings.  It was useless.  Jamie flipped the phone closed and looked at his prisoner.  “Well you owe me the beer mother fucker!”   Tex calmed down.  He figured that the game was over and Jamie would untie him.  Tex nodded a “yes.”  “But I guess you did not plan on a little company too,” Jamie said, a strange grin on his face.  Tex began to rock and roll like a mad man, but with a bit more rope Jamie put him into a tight hogtie, Tex totally helpless and defeated.
 

            “A little company for sure,” Jamie explained as Tex’s wrists and arms kept numbing from the tightness of the bindings.  “You see, most of the dudes in this frat are from our Boy Scout troop.  And we LOVE getting a cute dude and have him all tied up nice and helpless.  We never worked on a cowboy before!”  Tex flopped and rolled around and landed on his back.  “Fuck me,” he thought. “Now all the weight is on my arms.  What are you going to do to me,” he slowly mumbled through his gag.  “Me?” Jamie replied, “oh, not me.  I am the supervisor.  The company will decide.” 
 
            Tex laid in his ropes, exhausted, his torso glistening with sweat, helpless as some of his frat brothers returned.  Tex now looked up at 4 faces smiling down at his helpless state.  “This begins your true initiation,” Jamie explained.  “Paddled, cold showers, and receiving the DELTA brand all while you are nicely roped and gagged.  Sure you will loose that cowboy hat soon! On with it boys!”  Text knew he had no hope and would have to endure his initiation without any sounds or complaints..  His pants were pulled down,  and he  was rolled on his belly, ready for the first swoosh.  “Fuckin  rope contest.  What an asshole I am,” he thought as the first swoosh came down across his bare ass and he watched a brother heat the DELTA brand on the stove.

Blue on Blue by Soft Touch

30 photos

 "I'm sorry!"

"We weren't doing anything!"

John wouldn't listen to me. He just pulled my mouth open and shoved his biggest plug gag deep into my mouth.

"MmmeaseMmohn!" I begged him.

But he ignored the tears on my cheeks, pulled my head down roughly onto his shoulder, and then he buckled the straps really tight behind my neck. It hurt me, but not as much as when he pushed me away from him and I fell back onto our guest bed. He was so angry that he didn't even want me to touch him now.

 "Drew, I have had it with you!" he screamed at me, and then he went out and slammed the door shut with a really loud bang. I wanted to cry. This wasn't like the times when I'd forgotten to put out the garbage, or all of the times he had yelled at me for leaving my dirty clothes all over our bedroom floor. No, this was different, and John was really different.

And foolish me, I never saw it coming. When I came home I had kissed him as usual and I guess I got a little excited when he pushed me toward the guest room. John didn't go in for sex anywhere outside of our bedroom so I thought that maybe this was going to be kind of fun to do. And I think I kind of giggled a little when he told me to take my clothes off. I loved it when he was a little bossy. And I didn't even guess that something was wrong when he started to tie me up. He had tied me up lots of times before, usually when he was trying to be nice and give me a reward me for something good that I had done for him.

But then he started pulling the ropes really tight like he had never done before, and then I saw the angry vein pulsing at his temple, and the way he was pressing his lips so tight together, and I knew that something was terribly wrong.

 "Who was that boy?" he asked me through his tight lips.

Oh no! That boy was David. David, the boy who wouldn't even look at me when we were in school together. David, the boy who always had two cheerleaders on his arms so that no one would ever guess the truth about him. David, the boy who had finally come out to himself and rushed over to tell me all about it when I was coming home through the park.

 I swear I only gave him one kiss. And it didn't mean a thing to me. I was just trying to be friendly and supportive and all of those things that you're supposed to be. But John must have seen that kiss, and now he was like, like I had never seen him before.

"I don't want to hear about it, Drew!" He was screaming at me through the door. "You're going to be in that room all night! You think you can run around on me and make me out to be the fool?"

How could I make him understand? Didn't he know how much I loved him?

 I could hear the crashing of pots and the sound of breaking dishes coming from the kitchen. My poor John. My lover could never find his way around my kitchen, and his cooking was just terrible. Maybe I was going to go hungry tonight, but better that than having to eat John's cooking.

I'll wait until the morning when he's calmed down. Then he'll come to untie me. And then I'll give him all of the loving he's going to be missing tonight, and I'll cook him a nice big breakfast, and then he will promise never to hurt me again.

THE END

Drew played by Rod

Photography by Caitiff

Dante Hogtied on the Floor

31 photos; 6:10 video

Model: Dante
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/24/2019

Leather Pup

20 photos; 3:34 video

Model: Vladimor
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/23/2019

Feeling Shy

20 photos; 5:24 video

Model: Remy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/23/2019

Wrong Side of the Bed

24 photos; 6:31 video

Model: Van
Photography by Caitiff

Date of P{roduction: 12/30/2008

Arturo

42 photos; 3:01 video

Model: Arturo

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production 12/04/2008

Urban Cowboy by Kurt

24 photos

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

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

  "Yo, Papi, I'll ride your ass," hooted Jose, as Kenny walked by.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kenny grunted as the purple bandanna was pulled between his teeth and knotted behind his head.

"Yo, Jose, leave him here...let's go smoke a blunt!"

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

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

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

"Gimme some more rope, Carlos!"

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

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

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


YEE-HA!!!

To be continued

Bare and Bound

27 photos; 3:04 video

Hopping to Get Away

25 photos; 7:27 video

The Bear played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff





Date of Production: 09/16/2019

Scared Skinny Boi

30 photos; 4:21 video

Model: Jesse Daniels
Photogrgaphy by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/14/2019

Left Feeling Insecure

30 photos; 7:00 video

BoundGuy played by Steve Thompson
BaD GUY PLAYED BY DEAN

Date of Production: 07/24/2019

Punk Rocker by Drew

24 photos; 6:38 video

Bored to Pieces by Cryptococcus

25 photos; 2:22 video

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You'll find out what!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dish for Brains by Soft Touch

39 photos

  “For the last time I'm telling you, keep your paws off of my satellite dish!” 
            “But they're stealing signals from my TV set,” my next door neighbor stomped his foot.
“What?”  The only thing worse than putting up with a dim-wit was putting up with a crazy dim-wit.  This guy’s name was Obie and he was the craziest dim- wit I had ever run across.
            “You can't fool me Taggart,” Obie cried and tried to get into my chest.  “Those satellite people are smart.  There’s no telling what they might be doing up in space.”
            “Nobody’s stealing nothing.  Now get out of my face before you get hurt!”
            I couldn't believe it.  Obie actually took a swing at me.  All too easily I captured his puny fist and then twisted his arm up behind his back.  “Okay Obie, you asked for it.  You're coming with me.”
            “Ow!  That hurts!  Where're you taking me?”
            “I'm taking you to Satellite Land.”
            Obie didn't like it, but every time he resisted I cranked his arm up a little higher, and soon he was up on his tiptoes and marching like a good soldier right into my house.
            Once we were inside, Obie looked around the room with big frightened eyes and began to struggle some more.  “What're you going to do to me?”
            “I don't know Obie,” I smiled at him.  “But I think you're T-shirt is giving me an idea.”
            Obie looked down at his T-shirt and blinked his big eyes.  The T-shirt had been printed with nice big letters that said IF YOU CAN ROPE ME, YOU CAN RIDE ME.  “Oh no, you couldn't, you just couldn't.  HELP…!  Somebody help me!” he started crying.

           I clamped my fingers over his mouth and ignored the way he was slobbering all over my hand while I bulldogged him down onto my living room floor.  Poor Obie had no way of knowing it, but I was kind of a cowboy fan myself, and I always kept some rope handy.  And, in no more time than it takes to tie a pigging string on a calf, I had both of Obie’s wrists lashed together behind his back.
            “Ow!  That rope hurts!  Let me go—please!”
            “Not until I find out if I can ride you.  First we need something for a bit.”  I pulled a sweaty bandanna out of my pocket, ran it through my fingers to make a rough band, and then began pressing that taut cloth against Obie’s lips.
            Not being very smart, Obie opened his mouth to tell me; “No, I ain't gonna let you put that thing in my mouth.”
            But there was no way Obie could stop me from slipping that thick band of cloth between his teeth and he could only moan and groan while I tied the two ends of the bandanna together behind his neck.
            Then I pulled him up onto his knees by the hair of his head and showed him the size of my fist.  “Listen to me, Dish For Brains, you keep on struggling and I'll not only ride you, I'll brand you too.”
            Obie kind of moaned and sighed behind the band of cloth that was filling up his mouth, but he didn't try to do any resisting while I pushed him down onto the floor and then used a couple of more pieces of rope to lash his knees and ankles together.
            Then I let him kind of grunt and grovel while he rolled around on the floor and begged me to turn him loose.  But I had other plans as I made a third piece of rope ready.
            “Maybe you don't know it, Obie, but you really pissed me off.  Now I'm of a mind to watch you suffer for awhile instead of watching my TV.  How’s that sound?”
            “Mmmease Gister Gaggart…” Poor Obie couldn't make any real words with his lips slobbering all over and my bandanna clogging up his tongue.
            And I swear I could see little tears in his eyes as I bent him up and used that third rope to put him into a painful hogtie.  “Now I want you to be real quiet Obie.”
            Then I let him lie there and suffer the pain of my ropes while I patiently explained to him exactly how a satellite TV works.  I could see that he really wasn't too interested in hearing about this, but I'll admit that I was really enjoying the way he was twisting and straining around and trying to move his tightly bound body into some other position that wouldn't hurt so much.
            “So you see Obie, my satellite dish isn't bothering you at all,” I finally finished explaining.
            Then I knelt down across his chest and XXXX him to look up at me and read my lips.  “Now Obie, in a few minutes I'm going to take that gag out of your mouth, and then you're going to promise me that you'll never touch my satellite dish again, you understand?”
            Obie nodded and grunted and almost XXXXd on his own drool.
            “Now Obie, this is important, do you know what cowboys do to bulls when they don't want them to be bulls any more?”
            Obie thought about that real hard for a minute or so and then suddenly his eyes got real big and he started making all kinds of little piggy noises behind his gag.
            “That’s right Obie, and if I ever catch you near my satellite dish again, that’s what is going to happen to you.”
            I pulled the soggy rag out of his mouth and almost put it right back in again because right away he started slobbering all over me.
            “I…I'm sorry Mister Taggart.  I won't do it no more, that’s a promise, only you got to let me go on being a bull, you know?”
            Like I said, the only thing worse than a dim-wit is a crazy dim-wit.

Obie played by Stan
Taggert played by Rod
Photography byCaitiff

Out for a Jog pt 2

25 photos; 1:06 video

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

Officer Gerrittsen played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff

False Arrest

25 photos; 4:34 video

BoundGuy played by Rex
Bad Cop played by Alan
Photography by Caitiff

Date of production: 08/31/2019

Gagged At The Office

23 photos; 5:05 video

Gagged Office Drone played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff

Dat eof Production: 08/18/2019

Stroked Off

30 photos; 3:54 video

BoundGuy played by David
Bad Guy played by Remy

Date of Production: 08/06/2019