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Breaking Loose by Caitiff

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Bang Bang Bang... Bound and gagged, John spent his anger and frustration pounding on the wall and door of the closet he was locked in.

Things were not looking good for John. What had started as a simple job to break into a house and grab some merchandise had ended up with John tied up and gagged naked in the closet.

John struggled desperately to get free. The ropes around his wrists had no slack, securing his hands behind his back. He was good and tied up. Even the gag was on his mouth too tightly to get off without his hands. The masked man had made sure John was his tied up. John still had no idea why he had been stripped bare ass naked. Maybe it was a control thing. Maybe the guy figured that John wouldn’t try to escape when his dick was flopping out in the breeze.

Well, nude or not, John wasn’t going to just sit here.

John listened at the door. He heard nothing for the next few moments. Then John heard what sounded like the front door closing. John’s captor had left, it seemed.

Realizing he probably wouldn’t have a second chance, John pushed against the door. It stuck at first. John pushed harder. The closet door banged open.

With his feet tied, John had ot hop out of the closet. John had trouble getting his balance at first. He had never been tied up before. But eventually he got confident enough to hop across the room.

John’s first obstacle was the stairs. He had to get downstairs to escape. But the idea of hopping down a flight of stairs with his hands tied behind his back didn’t appeal to John. Still, there was no other way.

The first jump was the hardest. When John landed safely on the step, he felt more comfortable going down another and another. Before he knew it he was at the bottom of the stairs. He had made it.

John briefly contemplated if he should make a break for the front door or try to get loose from his bondage. In this neighborhood, he was leery enough running around naked. But who knows what would happen if he was still tied up and gagged, unable to defend himself.

John began jumping to the kitchen. He would find a edge and cut himself free. Maybe grab some clothes. Then when the masked man came back, John would teach him a lesson.

Unfortunately there seemed to be no edges around. Not in the drawers or in the sink or anywhere John could find or reach. Not even a butter edge. John glanced over at the fridge. On it was a dry erase board that read “Edges all dirty. Please wash. Slade”

If the guy lived alone as John’s fence had said, who was he writing this note too?

“Ahem”, John heard from behind. Standing right there was the masked man, who had been waiting for him the entire time.

The masked man grabbed John, picking him up easily over his shoulder and gave the young thug a hard slap on his cute ass.

Unknown to poor John , the entire thing had been a set up. John’s fence had decided John had outlived his usefulness. And the masked man needed new merchandise. The fence knew the masked man would pay well for a young stud with a bubble butt like John’s

Making John think he had a chance ot escape was just the first of many mind games the masked man would pull on his new merchandise, slowly training the bound and gagged stud until he was ready for market.

The End.

John played by Chad

The Masked Man played by Slade

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:03/15/2011

Red Bound Hank

20 photos; 4:07 video

Model: Hank

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Best Laid Plans By Cryptococcus

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"I've been your roommate for almost a year," Hank said. "I know you're gay, and that doesn't bother me. Even this doesn't bother me. Okay, put your hands behind your back."

Adam grinned and hastened to comply. It was the birthday of his lover Buck, and Adam had asked Hank to leave him tied up and helpless on the floor so Buck could find him that way when he arrived that evening.

"I don't know much about tying folks up," admitted Hank.

Adam laughed because Hank seemed to be doing fine. His hands were soon securely bound securely, but not too tightly. He had deliberately picked out large diameter rope because he though it would be safer.

"Not AROUND my neck," Adam complained.

"Okay, we'll just loop it around the back," said Hank, and then he joined the rope he just placed to the other ropes around Adam's chest and upper arms.

"Needs something," said Hank.

"Tie up my legs?"

"Nope. You should be gagged. Where's the duct tape?"

Adam's eyes widened. "If you gag me I won't be able to make suggestions."

"That's the idea," said Hank. "Nobody likes a NOISY helpless guest. Come on."

Adam thought that this was premature, but he leaned back on the couch and presented his face to his roommate. As the tape met flesh, Adam wondered about the few wispy mustache hairs that he had worked on for so long. It might HURT when the tape was eventually removed.

"Much better," said Hank. "Now let's get those legs."

"MMPHLE," said Adam, as Hank reached for the rope and, using his knees, pushed Adam's legs together.

Hank felt a tingle and movement in his jeans, and he was bemused. He was a hundred-percent sure that he wasn't gay, but tying up old Adam seemed to be having a definite effect on him. He quickly looped ropes above and below Adams knees, and then around his ankles.

Comfy?" asked Hank.

"MMPH," said Adam, with a nod. To demonstrate it, Adam stretched out on his belly.

"Hmm," said Hank. As he circled Adam, he looked critically at his handiwork. "You know," he said, you're not completely helpless. You can still HOP. We need to do something about that."

"MMNPH!" said Adam, who thought that he was well-prepared for Buck. He even imagined that he must look pretty sexy right then.

Adam groaned into the gag as Hank tied his wrists to his ankles. Okay, he thought, this is getting a lot more REAL, but it's still not BAD.

Hank considered, and then he reached deep in the bag. The only rope left was pink, but it would have to do. Hank pushed Adam onto his back and found the center of the rope. Then he looped the center around the back of Adam's neck and used his knees to push Adam's bound legs toward his chest. By this time, Hank had an uncomfortable full erection, due to warm contact only, he was certain, and he knew that he'd have to do something about it.

"RUMPH," said Adam into the gag as Hank pushed him sideways. Hank liked what he saw, so he rolled Adam onto his other side. Then he returned Adam to a knees up, back down position.

"Well," he said, "you're looking pretty helpless to me. Bro, I gotta get ready for my own date, so while you stay there all trussed up like a turkey, I'm going to take a shower. Hank was sure that Adam's plight was not a factor, but he intended to masturbate right away.

Adam heard the sound of the shower running. He had no idea why Hank, who wasn't exactly a model of personal hygiene, suddenly needed to take a shower. He had already had one that day.

"URRGH," Adam groaned, delighted, into his gag as he flexed against the ropes. It felt so good that he tried it again. He thought about the way time always seemed to pass so slowly when he was helpless and unable to do anything about events passing by all around him. He was not sure that even Buck knew what a turn-on it was for him to be helpless and have somebody else responsible for his well being . . . or lack of it!

Several minutes later Adam saw Hank exit the shower with a towel loosely draped around his middle. Adam sighed. Hank was a hunk.

Adam again flexed against the ropes. I could free myself, he thought, given enough time. He rolled from side to side, feeling the hardness of the floor pressed against his wrists and hands, the snugness of the ropes around his chest and upper arms, and the gentle but ever present pull of the rope behind his neck.

Hank reappeared a few minutes later. He had changed into denim shorts, a print tee-shirt, and was wearing sandals. He grinned at Adam. "You look pretty good down there like that. I just might decide that I like having you this way."

"YETH," Adam agreed, wondering if his roommate was serious. Sex with Buck and homemade bondage on demand with Hank? Yes, it could work . . .

"Well, I'm not so keen on leaving you here unsupervised like this. You sure you're going to be okay until Buck gets here?

Adam nodded his head vigorously.

"Okay, it's your choice. See you, roomie." With that, Hank picked up his wallet and cell phone and crammed them into his pants pockets. With a last grin at this roommate, Hank left for his date.

Adam immediately relaxed into his ropes, or relaxed as much as his bound position would allow. The apartment was quiet, with the only sounds being the soft whir of the air conditioner and the tick of the clock on the fake mantelpiece. Now we wait, Adam thought. He sighed through his nose, and then he waited for his fantasies to catch up to reality.

Then the phone rang. Adam raised his eyebrows as he looked toward the phone. After five rings, the answering machine picked up.

"Hey, Adam, this is Buck. Change of plans. My mom and dad are going to grill some steaks, and they said you were welcome to come, too. Can you meet me in the plaza in fifteen minutes? Um, call me on the cell if you can't. See ya there! Thanks!"

The End

Date of Production: 06/24/2006

MARCH! by Kirk

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        Reggie was miserable and uncomfortable in the trunk of the car. Tied hand a foot, tape gagged, he had been made to submit to rope and tape and the indignity of being manhandled. The car which was his prison had been going for hours. It was hot, very hot. Reggie was glad they had stripped off his shirt before roping him…”the sweat would only make it more unbearable,” he thought as he tried to move his body in his prison. “Like a fuckin oven, damped and tied, but why,” he asked as the car moved to its unknown destination. Reggie checked the ropes…. They were tied good and tight. He would have to wait.

His shanghaier in the passenger seat was sending information on his blackberry. “$50K or you will never see him again.” It was their first job… fast cash. Little did they think they could have asked for more - Reggie was filthy rich. They continued over the George Washington Bridge, the sun baking down on the car as they drove across the Hudson River. “When we get to your house, rope him good,” the driver said. “Yeah, that should be fun. Wonder how tough boy back there likes the heat?” They car got into the left lane and proceeded north up the Palisades in New Jersey, heading toward a small Hudson River town in New York.

Reggie was ready to rip the skin from his hands to break free. Finally he realized he better settle down: he was only dehydrating. Any motion in the oven he was tied in only opened each pore of his body as the sweat flowed. He began to daydream.

He felt the slap from his older brother across his face. His eyes widened as his brother took the tip of a switch edge and gently traced it across his face and bare chest. Reggie could feel the sweat pouring down his brow and pecs. He knew his brother was playing with him but he felt the terror. The cold edge had contrasted with his hot body: Reggie was tied up in the basement of their home, next to the oil burner which was humming away making hear and hot water. It was near 95 in the boiler room, and Reggie had been placed against some metal poles before the burner by his brother. Stripped to the waste, his arms were spread outward from his body, and they had been tied to the pole at his biceps, elbows, forearm and wrists. He was sitting, and his brother had roped his legs and, with a rope around his ankles, pulled them forward so he was stretched and racked. Roped circled around his neck and torso, binding him to the railings. He could not move. Reggie had let his brother tie him up – a challenge. Now, as he was blindfolded, Reggie realized he was utterly helpless and dependent on his brother. Reggie flexed in the ropes---- he would be there for a while. He just had to sit there and endure the heat and the sweat. “Just like now…….”

The daydream ended with blinding light and the smell of fresh air. The car had stopped, and the trunk popped. Reggie’s feet were cut and he was put on his feet, wobbly, by his shanghaiers. “Cooperate and you will live – fight us and this is it--- now MARCH!” Reggie began to walk forward, his body coming back to life in the cool air. He was marched down a flight of stairs into a wonderfully cool basement. “Turn around.” Reggie did as ordered and felt the shanghaier roping his arms to his torso. “Now March toward that door and open it.” Reggie obeyed, feeling his muscles strain as he moved his tied wrists as much as possible from behind his back, and turned the doorknob. He walked to a support beam and put his back against it as ordered. Soon, the goons had roped his torso to it. Once restrained, they retied his feet. “See that generator over there----- we are going for the ransom now and that generator will turn on in 4 hours. You know what carbon monoxide does? They gave Reggie a few slaps to his bare belly and left him to begin to sweat and stare at the generator.

Reggie worked on his bounds. Ignoring the pain he flexed as he did at the doorknob and reached the ropes around his chest with his tied hands. Pulling the ropes down and bit he was able to turn around and slip out of them. “Now what, I am stilled all tied up, hand and foot!” Reggie began to hop toward a workbench and looked for anything that could cut the ropes which by now had dug deep into his wrists. Though his fingers were numb, he rummaged but found nothing useful. He squatted and tried to pull his hands under his but and to his front, but there was too much rope. Finally he grinned behind his gag and went ballistic until the knot got free. Reggie was able to untie his wrists, noted the rope marks, removed his gag, and broke free of the house. In their stupidity, his shanghaiers had left Reggie’s cell phone in his pocket. He called for help, and waiting with a looming state police hostage XXXX, he enjoyed watching his shanghaiers get cuffed and stand before him. “Sweating a bit boys,” he asked at the two men, sweat pouring down their face! “I am sure you will sweat a bit more n prison for interstate shanghaing!” The two had their head’s downcast. Reggie smiled as he heard the arresting offers order the two men: “MARCH!”

Reggie Played by Andre

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/08/2006

Golden Cub

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The Intruder Part 2 & 3

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So Business Like

20 photos; 4:12 video

Date of Production: 1/9/2015

Model : Hank

Giving Back by Caitiff

22 photos

“Where is it?”

“Hey, anyone see my IPod?”

“Didn’t we have more DVDs then this?”

It had finally come to a head. For weeks now the Frat house Lambda Kappa Rho had seen stuff go missing. At first no one realized that their missing stuff was part of a larger pattern. But soon the frat house members realized they had a thief in the house and suspicion fell on one of their newest members, Tad. And sure enough, most of the stolen items were found Tad’s room.

Most.

When confronted, Tad admitted that while he had kept a lot of the stuff for himself, he had sold other stuff to pawn shops for beer money.

Tad was given a choice. He could be turned in to the police, which would hurt the house’s rep as much as Tad’s. Or he could make restitution. The stuff that was still missing had to be returned. Unfortunately not only did Tad not recall where he had put all of the claim tickets, he had gone to pawn shops all over town to try to cover his tracks.

Disgusted, the brothers bound Tad’s hands behind him to keep him from trying to make a break for it in case he decided to go back on the deal.

“Look, I said I was sor..MMPH!”, were the last words Tad would say for a while as duct tape was plastered over his lying mouth. More rope was tied around his knees and ankles, binding him up in a tight little bundle.

Tad was left on the steps to ponder his fate as his brothers took the house apart, searching for the claim receipts. The sounds of searching echoed through the house. Although the brothers passed by Tad on the steps, he was persona non grata. They pretended they didn't’ see him as he struggled in vain and moaned pitifully through the thick tape gag over his mouth.

Tad, realizing that no one was paying any attention to him, slowly hopped to his feet. One tied feet, he hopped down the steps and towards the door. If he could get to the door, he thought, he could somehow get out of the house, get free from the ropes tying him up and hide out for a while.

Tad was almost to the door when he heard , ”Hey!” and found himself surrounded by his frat brothers. They roughly grabbed him.

Tad tried to weasel himself out but it was impossible to bull shit when he was gagged. All that could come out were faint “mmphssmmmmm”s .

To make sure he didn't’ try to hop away again, the brothers decided to tie his hands to the banister. Cruelly Tad’’s bound arms were XXXX up and tied in that position.

“MMMMM!!” Tad groaned angrily. He knew he had done wrong but this was going to far. Tad’s arm’s and shoulders burned from the strain. But Tad’s grunting protests went ignored.

“Tape his eyes too.”, One of the brothers said, “So he cant’ tell when ‘s alone. I don't’ want this fucker trying to get away again.”

Sticky tape was plastered over Tad’s eyes. Tad was now tied gagged and blind, totally helpless. Tad twisted his bound body, trying in vain to, if not get free, at least settle into a more comfortable position. The ropes bit into his hands and legs. The tape gag seemed to have become part of his face and the blindfold pulled at his eyebrows.

“All right. We found all of the claim tickets, we think. So a few of us will stay here to watch fuck head here while the rest go to every pawn shop in town. ”

“And if we can’t get everything back?”

”Then we get pay back another way.”

Tad could hear the door close with an ominous thud. Tad prayed all of the claim tickets ha been found. He would have gladly helped them look, especially knowing how they planned on taking anything not found out of his hide. But bound and gagged, Tad was helpless. And that seemed to be the way his frat brothers wanted him.

Blindfolded, Tad had no way to know how long he stood there. Gagged, he couldn't’ even ask the time. His arms burned and no matter how he twisted or turned, he couldn’t relieve the discomfort. To make matters worse, the remaining frat brothers decided to take out their boredom on Tad’s helpless body. Every so often a hand would grab him and punch him. Sometimes the hands even grabbed roughly at his ass and crotch. Tad could do no more then grunt in protest.

After how long, Tad couldn’t say, he heard the door open. Was this nightmare finally over? Had they gotten everything back?

“Ok, we have good news and bad news.”, Tad heard someone say. He didn't like the sound of that.

“The time had expired and they sold off Jerry’s stereo, Jason’s MP3 player and a few other items.”

“So what’s the good news?”

Tad’s ears perked as his spirits rose. Depending on the “good news”, he may get out of this yet.

“We found a few guys who said they would give us the money to buy new stuff.. IF we loan them Tad for a day or two for some fun. . Our only condition is they keep him bound and gagged the entire time and return him so we can have our own fun.”

Tad sagged as much as his body allowed in defeat.

The End

Tad played by Tommy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/05/2007

Thank you

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I'm posting my personal media to keep the site updated along with BoundGuys product untill Richard recovers from a horrible car accident.

Please bare with me and thank you all for understanding.

Slade

Straight Jacket Daddy

21 photos; 4:34 video

Model: Hank

Date or Production 1/09/2015

The Basement. by Kirk

31 photos

It was 2:00 am and Roger, a private investigator, found the construction site in the back woods off of route 407. It was hard to see in the dark, the house was set back off the road in the woods. There was some light coming from a basement window and the sound of a generator.

He walked slowly. He knew if he got the photos the blackmail would end for his client. He had the money with him: $50,000.00 - 500 one hundred dollar bills. Small price to pay he thought to save the career of a politician. But, that was not his business. He was hired to do a job and he would do it.

It was eerie he thought – only light coming from the basement windows, the upper part of the house still a wooden shell. He went around back and pounded on the basement door. No answer, though he was sure he heard voices. He peered through the window - a generator was humming away. He figured they could not hear him so he turned the doorknob and step into the room. Then….

Blindness. Pounding. Grinding noises. Roger tried to focus his eyes, but soon realized they were covered. HE WAS BLINDFOLDED! Worse, he soon realized he was all tied up and gagged. He tried to clear his head, but the sound of the generator was deafening. He called out but only produced mpfff noises. He tried to stay calm. His feet were free but his hands and arms were tightly roped. He checked the ropes. His fingers fumbled for a knot. He realized whoever roped him was good at the trade… the numbness going down his arms into his wrists proved their efficiency with rope. He had to see if they were still there. He began to move his face, trying to drop down the blindfold. At the same time his fingers reached his back pocket --- the money was gone! “So that’s it,” he thought, “…a setup. They got the money and I am tied up! They are probably long gone. Gotta get out of these ropes!” With much exertion and grunting, and using the wall for leverage, he got up, and finally dropped the blindfold when…

CHOKING. A hand around his neck was choking him. “You are being a bad boy. Now you know what I look like!” Roger was dumped to the floor, gasping for breath as his feet were tightly roped together. “Now I have to take care of you! Need some more gas for the generator. Be right back.” Roger watched as his captor closed the basement windows and left. The generator was grinding away, now making carbon monoxide that stayed in the room. Roger at once realized his plight. He would soon be DEAD from carbon monoxide poisoning.

Roger bucked at the roping, but they held. Using every bit of energy he had, he XXXX himself to his feet. Glad that his ankles were tied side by side, he began to baby step to the door. He dropped to the ground once, and again struggled to his feet. His heart was racing in his chest. He finally got to the door knob and turned it and fell into the hands of his captor!

.............................

Manhandled, his captor XXXX Roger against a load column and quickly roped his body to it. In his haste, the door was left open and Roger welcomed the fresh air as his captor tortured his belly with punches and his face with slaps. Helpless, Roger endured his torments. When his captor completed his revenge, he laughed at the bound and gagged captive, and left, locking the door.

Roger was helpless and stared at the generator and the gas jug next to it. “Next to it? He forgot to put in the gas? Could it be?” Roger was loosing hope when: darkness. The generator ran out of gas and stopped. Roger heaved a sigh of relief and bucked his torso against the ropes. The ropes holding him to the column gave way, and he fell to the floor. Rolling around in the dark, he made it to the door. Again XXXX himself upright he turn the door know and fell outside into a pile of mud, heavy rain drenching life back into him.

Roger worked on his ropes all night but all he produced was rope burn. The wet ropes were impossible to untie. By dawn the rain stopped, and in the morning a construction crew member was shocked to find a bound and gagged man lying in the mud. He untied Roger and both men looked at the rope burn wounds to his wrists.

Roger quit being a private investigator. In fact, he joined the construction company. His rescuer would also remind him of the rope burn. One day Roger asked him if he would like to try breaking free. From that time on both men began to enjoy tie up challenges.

Roger played by Hal

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/17/2006

All The Tied Moves by Jase1010

34 photos; 7:38 video

Max was trying to clear his head, and figure out what had happened in the last 15 minutes. He'd been working out at home when the doorbell rang.

He was expecting a UPS delivery of some new wrestling gear he'd ordered, so he didn't even bother looking through the peephole. As he swung the door open, he was disappointed not to see the familiar brown uniform of the UPS guy, but instead a stranger in jeans and a black T-shirt.

"Sorry to bother you, my car broke down and my cell phone's dead. Could I borrow your phone to call Triple A?" the stranger said.

"I guess so," Max said with a smile.

As the stranger stepped forward, his right arm suddenly shot out, and the thick fist landed right on the sweet spot on Max's glass jaw. Max went down like a sack of potatoes.

Now he was trying to clear his head, as he came to on his bed. He grunted, and realized he was tightly gagged. His wrists were bound in front of him in a thick bundle of coiled black rope. His first instinct was to try to pull off the tape gag, so he raised his hands to his face and tried to get a grip on the wide band of tape.

"Down, boy." It was the voice of the stranger, who entered the bedroom pointing a shiny silver concealed item at Max. Max froze and grunted into his gag. "Lay down, Sport."

Realizing he had no choice, Max acquiesced to the stranger's demand. Within a few minutes, his ankles were tied to his thighs in an awkward forward hogtie.

The stranger then tied a rope around Max's waist and attached it to the rope on his wrists, after threading it through his ass cheeks.

Then some more rope was wound tightly around his chest and biceps. After double-checking his ropework and smoothing down Max's tape gag, the stranger stood and left the room without a word.

Max immediately started to struggle.

He couldn't believe that his strength was defeated by a few yards of tightly knotted rope. He clawed with his fingertips at the knots on his ankles and thighs, but the way he was bound prevented him from gaining any headway.

Every time he found a knot, his fingertip would slip over it without making any progress.

As he struggled helplessly, Max reminded himself to buy a door chain as soon as he got loose.

MMPPPPHHHHH!!!

The End

Max played by Jace

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:06/10/2010

No Smoking By Caitiff

30 photos

Everybody in the neighborhood liked Dave. He was a really cool guy, fun to hang with and he was always fixing people's cars for free. But he did have one vice. He smoked about 5 packs a day, blowing smoke everywhere. Not only did he blow all his money but his doctor was telling him he had the lungs of an 80 year old. Dave was 23. Finally we all talked him into quitting. Unfortunately a day later...

"Hey man, I thought you were going to quit!?", I asked when we saw Dave smoking outside his apartment.

"Yeah, well, I went a day and couldn't take it so I decided I'll quit later."

The first day was the hardest and if Dave didn't even have the will power to last through that... We all looked at each other and came to a decision. It was time for an intervention.

"Don't worry, Dave, we'll help you quit."

"Uhh, ok. How?" Dave asked warily.

"Mmmmmppffaaaa mmm!" Dave grunted as loudly as he could. he was probably trying to say something more intelligible then that but the cloth gag that was wedged between his lips made everything come out a mumble.

Dave's grunting grew louder and more frequent as he twisted in the ropes we had used to tie his hands and feet with. Not that he had any chance of getting away. The knots stayed secure. But Dave struggled anyway.

"We're sorry to be so rough but this is the only way. And with you on vacation, we have plenty of time to help you kick the habit."

"Mmmmfff mmm mfffaaaooo!", Dave mumbled angrily into his gag.

"You're welcome!"

The first few days are the hardest. And it didn't help that Dave had no will power when it came to smoking. Desperately he twisted and rolled and struggled to get free. Though we knew he couldn't get free, and would be promptly retied even if he did, some of us from the neighborhood sat around his apartment and made bets to as too how far he would get. By late that night, I had won. Dave had not only not managed to get free (as I knew he wouldn't. I had been the one to tie him up) but he couldn't even spit out the gag which was tied very tightly in his mouth. Basically, Dave just twisted and rolled and grunted what sounded like obscenities. It was great entertainment.

Eventually everybody had to go home. It was late and people had to go to work or church the next day. And the kids had to go to bed. In the end, I was left alone with our bound and gagged neighbor. It had been my idea to tie him up and I had been the one to actually do the knots that now bound our friend. I had a responsibility to look after him. I also didn't have anything to do tomorrow. So I settled onto the couch with a blanket.

Strangely the grunting Dave was making was kind of soothing. I lay back and watched him continue struggling as he had been doing all day. Where did he the energy?

Secure in the knowledge that my captive was going to remain tied up and gagged, his muffled grunts lulled me to XXXX.

The next morning, sure enough, Dave was still on the floor, tied up and gagged. The fight had been taken out of him by the long night on the floor. He was a little sore and more then a little smelly but otherwise fine.

"So do you think you are over the nicotine cravings now?" I asked.

Still securely gagged, Dave's middle finger gave his answer. Well, you always got crabby when you're quitting.

"Don't worry." I said, "I'm sure after a few more days, you won't want a cigarette ever again."

I lay back on the couch and watched as Dave suddenly found the energy to start struggling and grunting into his gag again. I just sat there and watched. I didn't mind if I had to keep him bound and gagged all week.

The End

Dave played by Rod

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/25/2003

Scientific Revenge, Part Two by Amboy

15 photos

Brendan could only plead with his eyes because of the blue tape holding his mouth securely shut, as he watched his nemesis Dylan holding the concealed item and smiling that strange smile of satisfaction. Here he was, the day before he was supposed to receive a major grant for a research project, having been tied up and tape-gagged by an oversized flunkie in the service of his former best friend, who was next on the list to receive the grant if Brendan couldn't show. And apparently, that was the game plan.

Dylan replaced the receiver on the phone through which Brendan had just tried calling for help, and fingered the concealed item again. "So, Brendan," he said, "it's obvious that once again, that big brain of yours stops just short. It's almost like senior year of high school, when we tied for first place on the Westinghouse prize, remember?" Brendan just stared at him, too scared to respond. Dylan pushed the concealed item against his victim's temple. "REMEMBER??"

"Mmmm hmmm, mmmm hmmm, mm mmmbrr," he grunted quickly, nodding his head furiously, hating the feel of cold steel near his brow.

"And then I lost on the technicality," Dylan said sadly, "and you ended up with all the glory. I really thought I would shoot myself to XXXX that day." He put the barrel of the pistol to his own brow, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "But then I realized it wasn't me who should have been dead, it was you." He came around behind Brendan and lifted him to his bound feet. "Oh, don't worry, Professor, you're not gonna die. Not today, anyway. But I've got to get you out of the way." He maneuvered Brendan to the bathroom and sat him on the toilet. "Now, sit there and shut up until I find your notes. We've got to wait for Jordan to get back here."

For the next hour, all Brendan could do was to sit there, watching Dylan go through his notebooks, taking anything he cared to take or anything that he must have found interesting. Had it not been for the concealed item, Brendan would have tried anything to escape.

A XXXX on the door and Dylan was ushering Jordan back into the room, with a Polaroid camera and a large plastic tub with a lid. "This is what we'll take him in," Jordan said.

"Good," Dylan said. "Tie his hands in front of him and have him hold this newspaper, so we can prove he's still alive." Jordan did as he was told, and all Brendan could do was shakily hold the paper and whimper softly through his taped mouth while Dylan sXXXXped a Polaroid. "Now on your feet, Professor. Hop on over here to this tub."

Brendan did as he was told, standing next to the large tub on the floor, as Dylan re-tied his hands behind his back. Jordan lifted him off the floor in an easy move and lay Brendan in it. "Better if you can't see clearly," Dylan added, removing Brendan's glasses and pocketing them.

Although Brendan continued to try to plead with Jordan and Dylan with his eyes and the occasional unintelligible moan through the gag, the lid on the tub was closed in a matter of seconds and Brendan felt himself being transported into a vehicle.

But transported to where?????

The End?

Brendan played Jacob

Photography by Caitiff

SCIENTIFIC REVENGE By Amboy

23 photos

Brendan felt positively giddy as he walked across campus. He had just about nailed getting this grant for work on his graduate thesis in physics, and he couldn't wait. This meant that tomorrow he'd not only pick up a check for six figures to cover his expenses during all the independent study, he'd also be flying off to tour eight different European countries to use any university library and lab he needed, and the check would be presented at a special campus assembly the next day! Of course, Dylan's reaction had been sort of surprising; Dylan had been Brendan's best friend since junior high, and they'd been inseparable all through high school and college up to this point in grad school. Dylan sometimes talked about getting this grant for himself as though his entire academic career would be at stake if he didn't get it, and his disappointment was more than obvious when Professor Morelli read the results in front of the class. In fact, he'd stormed out with barely a look at Brendan. Not that it mattered; Brendan had stopped talking to Dylan just under a year earlier; he'd gotten way too competitive, and though Brendan would always feel a warm spot in his heart for Dylan, he accepted that their friendship was over.

Brendan smiled as he turned up the path to his dorm room, absorbed only in whether or not to start making lists of things to pack or to call Mom and Dad first and give them the news. The door had barely closed behind him when he saw Jordan, Dylan's roommate, standing in the middle of the room pointing a edge towards the door. Jordan's nickname on campus and on the football and lacrosse teams in particular was "Moose," mostly for his resemblance to the character from the "Archie" comics. Instinctively, Brendan dropped his kXXXXsack and raised his hands above his head. "Uh...how's it going, Moose?" he asked timidly.

"Dylan don't like that you're getting the grant," he said, advancing on the trembling lad, coming up from behind him and holding the edge against Brendan's quivering throat. "Put your hands behind your back." Brendan obliged and found his wrists bound with cotton rope, with more rope circling his shoulders.

"Come on, Moose," Brendan said. "Don't be stupid, OK?"

"STUPID?!?!" Moose thundered all of a sudden. "You're callin' ME stupid, geek?" He pulled a roll of blue electrical tape from his back pocket and tore off a strip. "You know what's really stupid?"

"Wha...what's really stupid?" Brendan asked.

"You," Moose said, and plastered the strip across Brendan's trembling lips before pushing him onto the bed. "Think you're so fuckin' smart just 'cause you're good at...at...um....that science shit or whatever? Dylan's smarter than you," he continued. "If you don't show up to get that grant money tomorrow, it automatically goes to the next guy on the list. Guess who that is." He tied Brendan's ankles together, then checked all the knots and started for the door. "No way you're gettin' out of that."

Brendan struggled violently for a minute and felt the ropes loosen from around his shoulder, all the while trying to make an audible sound through his tape-gag. Moose just laughed and came back around to hogtie Brendan, then crossed to the mini-fridge and grabbed a Rolling Rock from inside, which he polished off in one gulp and then belched. "I gotta go get Dylan," he said, chucking his car keys into the air with an elaborate toss and catching them on one finger. "Don't go anywhere."

It took a few minutes, but Brendan managed to get to his bound feet and hop to the desk, where he tried valiantly to XXXX the cordless phone to the floor. Sure enough, the receiver toppled off the desk face up, and Brendan threw himself on the floor with a thud. He barely managed to dial first a "9", then a "1" and another "1" with his nose. When he heard the far-away sound of the emergency operator, Brendan was making an attempt to scream into the phone through the tape holding his mouth helplessly shut when he heard the door unlock. His eyes widened as he made out the tall figure of Dylan holding a XXXX on him with one hand, his other hand cupping what appeared to be an erection at the front of his Levis.

"Well, well, well," Dylan said with an evil grin. "Now you're going to see what it means to meet a mad scientist."

To Be Continued

Brendon played by Jacob

Photography by Caitiff

Zac Attack

19 photos

Model: Zac

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/23/2014

Where I want You

26 photos; 5:23 video

Model: Donovan

Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/09/2015

New Years Crash by Fidelis

25 photos

"Woohoo, guys, c'mon! It's New Year's Eve! Time to party!" Sheesh, what a bunch of stiffs these guys were. Matt took another swig from his beer - good thing that he had brought some brewskis with him. Otherwise he would be stuck XXXX some crappy wine from little crystal glasses. This was no way to spend New Year's Eve! He was pissed off that he had allowed Rich to persuade him to come to this boring party. Rich had made him wear a suit and tie, and had even made Matt change his tie. That ticked him off - what was wrong with his Mickey Mouse tie? And now - these jerks were just sitting around and talk, talk, talk. Stocks, partnerships, mutual funds,internships......Yadda, yadda, yadda. They looked at Matt as if he was something that Rich had dragged in from the barnyard, as if he smelled funny. He had to liven this party up somehow.

Matt sucked down the rest of his beer and opened another. This was better - he was getting quite a buzz now. Mmm, he could use some real food now - some pizza and wings would go down just right. Why couldn't Rich have something besides those tiny little pieces of toast and smoked salmon and salty fish eggs? Matt finished his beer in one satisfying swig. Time for another one!

Damn New Year's hat wouldn't stay on! How come no one else was wearing a hat? Boring old jerks. Didn't know how to have fun. Matt staggered a bit. That nice cold beer was going down just fine. He would have to have his own party, that's all there was to it! Liven things up a bit. Stupid hat. Fell off. Ooops, he'd kicked it behind the couch. No matter, he would wear something else. How bout that lamp shade over there? That would do. Shit. What the hell. Matt had told Rich a hundred times how ugly that damned lamp was- it looked better all smashed up. Now Matt wouldn't have to look at it again. Hey, who turned out the lights?

Oh shit. That was the little table with all those doodads that Rich had spent years collecting. Stupid place to put a table in any case. Hmm the rug was soft. Gee, good thing that beer hardly stains at all. Rich was going to be pissed about his rug.....Zzzzzzzzzz.

Wha..what? What the hell? Why couldn't he move? Oh boy, Rich really looked pissed. Standing there with that look on his face. "MMMMMMMPHHHH" What was going on here? Uh oh. This was bad, really bad.

"Matthew, since you don't know how to behave, you can stay here by yourself. We are going into the den to enjoy the rest of our evening like civilized people. I hope that you take this time to think about the folly of your disgusting behavior tonight. Enjoy yourself."

Geez, Matt hated it when Rich talked like that. He must be really ticked off. Wait, he wasn't really going to leave Matt like this for the rest of the evening was he? NOOOOOO. He wouldn't do that, would he? Leave his Matt all tied up and gagged and alone on New Year's Eve? GGGMMMMMMMCOMEBACK!

Nope, Matt wasn't going to be left alone. He would get to the den if it killed him. No way was he going to miss the ball in Times Square. Rich was just being a spoilsport.

Whew, this was hard work. Rich sure knew his ropes. This crawling around all tied up and gagged was really pooping him out. Mmmm, but....something down there liked it. Just a little rest, just for a minute.

OK, time to move. Damn, the stupid couch was in the way. This rug wasn't so soft anymore. Matt's butt was killing him. Let's see. If he could use the couch for leverage, he could get onto his feet. Hopping would be much easier than rolling and crawling all the way to the den. Now those stiffs sounded like they were having a good time. Laughing away.

Good, he'd made it onto the couch OK. He'd just catch his breath and try to get on his feet and hop on over to the den. One, two, three. UP. Ooops, down again. One, two, three. UP. Goddamn it, why couldn't he stand up? Why was the room spinning like that? Hmm, better lie down for a minute. That was better. Everything had stopped moving.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..." NOOOO!!!!! He was going to miss it! That bastard Rich had been serious. Matt was going to see in the New Year all by himself, tied up and gagged on Rich's couch. It wasn't fair! But...so tired. Just close the eyes for a few minutes, and then.....the couch was quite comfy. Just 40 winks....ZZZZZZZZ.

The End

Matt played by Himself

Photography by Caitiff

From all of Us at Bound Guys, have a Happy New (Bondage Filled;-)Year.

And remember if you are going to drink, don't drive!

Pair of Dueces by JM

28 photos; 3:31 video

   I know it was wrong, but I couldn?t help myself. My buddies Orlando and Steve and I had a standing poker night every Tuesday night, it was tradition. Ever since we each married we decided to keep this night open for the usual buddy talk and a good game of poker. I have never been what you might call a card shark, and I suffered for it. The overall winner go to decide the other two’s fate. It usually consisted of someone streaking, or a shooting down half a bottle of liquor, all innocent. However it always seemed that I was one of the two made to humiliate myself. Sure Orlando and Steve had their turns but it was always I who was consistently beaten. This particular night it was my turn to host the game, and I had more than cards up my sleeve.

I decided that the only way I had a chance to win was to cheat. I had purchased a deck of marked cards for the game. I hoped that they would be discrete looking enough to fool them. In my head I planned my humiliating scenario for my two unsuspecting buddies. They came over around six o’clock and the game or should I say games began.

I purposely lost the first couple of hands so not to evoke suspicion. As usual they commented on how bad I was and the real competition was between them. I chuckled and agreed with them. After this I decided to throw my plan into action. Hand after hand I began to bridge a gap between the three of us. Losing the occasional hand just for sport. The two them sat in frustration at how I was winning. With the final hand I was done, and had won ten out of twenty hands. In pure excitement and vindication, however false it was, I flipped them both the bird and told them to get ready. It was my turn to choose their humiliation and I was ready.

I began by making them strip from the waist down.

“Come on man, I don?t feel like streaking ?, Orlando whined.

“ Fair is fair jackass, off with the jeans”, I yelled. Orlando complied.

“You are a natural red head, aren?t you buddy?”

“Drop Dead”

Steve on the other hand was easier to persuade. Before I knew it they stood before me half naked, barefoot and ready to beat the crap out of me. I loved it.

“You guys see the beam over there, I want each of you to lay on either side of it”.

For a second I thought they were going to over power me, but they just looked at each other and complied.

“Just hurry up and get this over with”, Steve mumbled. I instructed them to stretch their legs on the beam with their backs on the floor. After a few dirty looks and ramblings they both did as I asked. The humiliated look on their faces was priceless. Then the fun began.

I retrieved white nylon rope from my utility closet and got to work. I proceeded to bind their ankles together and then around the beam tightly. With a piece of rope I secured their thighs to the beam and to each other.

“What kind of kinky game is this man?”

“Yeah what are you doing?”

I said “Shut up guys, fair is fair!”.

I decided that I?d better secure their hands as well just in case. On each side of the beam I secured their wrists to one another’s.

“Not so tight asshole”, Orlando whine

“Okay you’ve had your fun, now let us go”.

“ I just got started guys, your not going anywhere”.

“ I’m serious let us go now!”, Steve yelped.

“Enough of this boys, if you two wont shut up, I’ll shut you up.” I brought out two bandannas from my hallway closet and walked towards them.

“What are you doing with those?”

“Don’t you dare man, your dead when we get loose!”.

“Who says you’ll get loose bitches?”

As I pulled the green bandanna through Steve’s teeth an inaudible sound left his mouth.

“Mmmpphhh, Oomph?. Orlando struggled with me a bit but I was finally able to silence him despite his many protests. I stood there and reviewed my handy work.. The boys stretched limbs fighting to no avail, their puffed cheeks from the gags keeping them quiet.

“Nnmmpphh...Lemmmppphhh, mmmppphhh!”, they cried.

With their feet exposed in such a helpless position I began to wonder.

“ Are you boys ticklish? Lets see.. I began to glide my fingers over the arch and bare soles of their feet. The tips of my fingers hovering over the delicate skin they were touching. As I did this I watched as they struggled helplessly bound and gagged. Their toes wriggled in defiance. The skin on their arches scrunched making wrinkles and faces. They held each other’s tied hand hoping to sooth the pure agony of their tickled feet.

“HHmmpphh....Aaarrgghhmmpphh!!! Noommmmmm....MMPPHH”, they screamed. I couldn’t help myself.

I continued in utter amusement. The balls of their feet knocking against the beam, the red faced humiliation I was inflicting was intoxicating. They fought and mumbled, screamed and wriggled, clenched and moaned, I finally finished.

“Okay boys I’m done”,

“Mmpphhasmmpphh”, they replied.

I decided that after all this I’d better let them cool down before I untied them, I walked slowly out of the room with a smile on my face bigger than the beam the were bound to. It was a great day, I hope I win again next week.

The End

The Tickler played by Troy

Orlando played by Patrick

Steve played by Rod

Photography by Caitiff

Snow-Cone and Texas by Cryptococcus

24 photos; 3:05 video

Texas Turner set his beer down on the family bible on the credenza and reached for the phone. He belched once and said, "Hello?"

"Hey, Texas!"

"That you, Snow-Cone?"

"Yeah, man. I got it all arranged."

Turner lowered his head, raised his eyes, and slowly blinked three times. Then he looked back down.

"Tex, you there?"

"Uh, yeah. You talking about what I THINK you're talking about, Snow-Cone?"

"Yeah, man. I'll pick you up about nine in the morning, okay?"

"You DO talk me into some crazy shit, you know? I ever tell you that before?"

"All the time, man, but this ain't crazy. You'll see. It's gonna be COOL."

"See ya, cuz."

"Later, dude."

And that was that, thought Texas Turner as he hung up the phone. He'd better hold down on the beer XXXX tonight and think of something convincing to tell Carol and the kids about what he was doing in the morning.

***

"I ain't taking my shirt off," said Texas, as he watched the slender, goateed man bind Snow-Cone's hands behind his back.

Snow-Cone shrugged. He had removed his shirt and applied his own tape gag before submitting his wrists. He know that "Master" Waynon wouldn't care if Tex wanted to stay entirely clothed. Waynon wasn't even much of a master, anyway. The dude just got off on wearing bad ass leather clothes and tying up folks in his basement. He didn't ask for anything in the way of payment, didn't mess with the folks he restrained, and wasn't into anything sexual, at least not while his "clients" were there.

Texas raised an eyebrow and looked at Snow-Cone's baggy jeans. The area below the hips was wider than Snow-Cone's shoulders, and Texas thought it might be easy to hide an erection in there. He still didn't buy that there was nothing sexual in this for Snow-Cone. The kid had been going POOF every Saturday for weeks, and to think that this strange little man with the goatee was the reason . . .

"You can keep the shirt if you want," said Waynon. "But turn around and put your hands behind your back now."

"Okay," said Texas. He looked at the floor as he felt his wrists being encircled by compliant rope. He was still looking down when Master Waynon knelt and bound together his ankles. Then Waynon carefully tape gagged Texas.

When it was done, Texas huffed experimentally through his nostrils and then exchanged a long glance with Snow-Cone. Damned, he thought, if his cousin didn't look handsome bound hand and foot. And damned if the chatty boy didn't HAVE to keep his mouth shut now!

Studying Texas's face, Waynon said, "You okay?"

Texas could only nod. He thought that being bound was not uncomfortable, at least if the dude doing it knows what he's doing, and apparently, Waynon did.

Snow-Cone sank down to his haunches against the wall. At a nod from Waynon, Texas did the same. He noticed Waynon watching Snow-Cone, and he couldn't prevent himself from doing the same. He felt that he had encountered something extraordinary, but that he'd also have a hard time explaining it to anyone who had not experienced it.

Being bound was . . . Texas, who had a good vocabulary, found himself groping for the right words. Sexy, okay, but how? Relieving, soothing, trusting, what?

"Now I'm going to tie you TO each other. Snow-Cone, face your cousin and get close."

Texas saw Snow-Cone's cheek muscles lift beneath the gag, and he knew his cousin must be grinning.

Ha! thought Texas. This was just too wierd. If he looked straight ahead, he was looking at his cousin's mouth gag. It was funny that he'd never noticed how much taller than himself his cousin has become.

Then Snow-Cone waggled his hips, and Texas raised an eyebrow. Just contact, he told himself, just touching, just an animal response. It doesn't mean anything. And, oh, he could do without the annoying boy giggling behind his gag!

Snow-Cone waggled his butt again, and this time the motion drew Waynon's attention.

"Hey," said Waynon. "I thought we agreed we were all gonna be straight boys today."

Oh, boy! thought Texas. Who in their right mind would guess that he, Texas Ursinus Turner, could get tied up to his cousin in a basement and then inexplicably get horny? And if we all agreed to be straight boys today, what were Waynon and Snow-Cone OTHER DAYS?

"Don't worry about him," Waynon said to Texas, "but he ought to have warned you. Being tied up ALWAYS gives Snow-Cone a woodie. In fact, it's one of the things I like about him." Waynon removed the ropes binding the men together, and then he loosened and retied the ropes so Texas was bound to a support pole and Snow-Cone to a large drainage pipe.

Waynon hitched up his leather jeans. "I'm gonna leave you guys like this for a while. Don't be running off." With that, he left the room.

Snow-Cone noticed that Waynon had not retied Texas's ankles. He nodded at his cousin, and then he leaned out to look around Texas to make sure that Waynon was truly gone.

Snow-Cone thought that his cousin's eyes above the gag were enigmatic. He could tell that Snow-Cone was thoroughly enjoying himself.

He and Snow-Cone then made a mutual production of looking at everything in the room but each other. Finally, Texas could stand it no more. He looked at Snow-Cone and ennunciated, "Mmpphh?"

Snow-Cone answered, "Mpphh-huh!"

The two cousins understood each other perfectly, and, as such things go, Texas thought being tied up with Snow-Cone beat the hell out of mowing the lawn . . . and maybe even bowling.

The End

Texas played by Sammy

Snow-Cone played by Andre

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 06/05/2006

What Happens By: Nick007

31 photos; 4:36 video

You know that phrase, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas”? Well this story is just too good not to tell. It all started when Rex found an awesome deal on some anime cosplay costumes. The catch was that the seller did not want to ship the costumes since the fabric was delicate. The deal on these costumes was just to bad for Rex to pass up. So Rex told his buddy Jack about the costumes and head for Vegas.

Jack did not really care about the costumes that much. He was just excited about going to Vegas. He was going to get some bitches and make his millions there. Of course as we all know, this is the one thing that never happens in Vegas. And Jack was about to meet the real Vegas.

The two got off the plane and headed straight to the seller's house. They wanted to get business out of the way before the pleasure begins. The house they went to was off the beaten path just outside of the city. “I'm getting a bad feeling about this.” Jack confessed.

“You worry to much. The guy makes cosplay costumes. He doesn't work for the human slave trade.” Rex said. “I'm sure we will be fine.” He then XXXX on the door to a rundown house. The door slowly opened and revealed a man.

“You must be Rex. Great to meet you.” the man said as he shook Rex's hand then looked to Jack. “And you must be Jack. Heard so much about you. Come in, come in. I got your outfits all ready. The name's Nick.”

The two walked in to a very nice living room. You never would have thought it looked this nice from the outside. “Make yourself at home. Let me get you two a couple of beers.” Nick said as he disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared a moment later with two bottlenecks already opened.

Rex and Jack each took big swigs of their beers. “So not to be rude, but where are the costumes? Can we take a look at them?” Rex asked.

“Sure sure. Thanks to your measurements that you gave me, I was able to make the modifications so that the costumes will fit perfectly. I even gave you the extra room in the crotch for Jack's costume since you said he's rather large down there.”

“Ummm,” Jack started, “How do you know what my sizes are, Rex? And how do you know how big I am down there?!”

“Well remember that night you XXXX at my place? Well I had to get the measurements for everything that Nick asked for.” Rex explained.

Jack turned to Nick. “Why do you need to know how big I am?” he asked. Jack was starting to feel a little dizzy, as was Rex.

“It's quite simple really. My clients want to know the size of everything on the man they are buying.” Nick explained. He got up and walked over to Jack and started to undo Jack's pants. The XXXX beer had now taken it's full effect and Jack and Rex were unable to move or do anything to stop Nick. “Now let's just see if Rex was lying or not.”

As he pulled Jack's pants down, revealing his 11 inch member. “Woah! You weren't lying Rex. And he's not even hard yet! I am going to make a lot of money off of you! Now let's check you Rex.”

Rex, try as he might, could do nothing but let this pervert do as he wished as his pants, too, were pulled down. Both Rex and Jack's consciousness started to fade.

“Very nice! Well I better get you two wrapped up and ready to be picked up. Have a nice XXXX.”

The last thing Jack and Rex saw was Nick leaving and coming back with coils and coils of rope. “I do love my job!” Nick said. “I get to tie up unsuspecting men and play with them until I sell them. Life doesn't get any better than this.” Nick beXXXX tying up his packages and copping a feel every now and then. Soon he had two handsome men all tied up and ready to go.

“Now don't you two go anywhere. I'm going out to go get your new masters.” Nick said as he walked out the door.

The End...

Model: Jack

Model: Rex

Ropework by: Nick007

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:04/15/2013

Sweet Buns

25 photos; 3:30 video

Model: Mike

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/23/2007