27 photos; 4:19 video
Bound Guy played by Dante
Bad Guy played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/18/2018
20 photos; 4:15 video
Model: David Photography by Caitiff Date of Photography 03/07/2018
24 photos; 4:25 video
Guy Next Door played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/06/2018
27 photos; 1:54 video
"GMMWHOOMARU? GGMMUMWANT? MMWHEREMUTAKINGME?"
"All in good time, Billy. All in good time."
William felt his blood run cold. That voice – he knew that voice! And…Billy – no one had called him Billy since he was a kid. No one except for….William’s blood ran cold. No, it couldn’t be possible! Not after all of these years! William pulled at the ropes that were biting into his wrists. Oh God, he should have known. That voice combined with the ropes and the gags – it had to be! William felt faint. He started begging through the gag.
"PLLEEETHPLEETHLEMMEGO! GMMIWONTMTELL!"
"Ha ha ha, you haven’t changed one little bit, have you, Billy? Leaving town after going to that fancy college hasn’t had any effect on you, has it? You’re still a big wuss. I guess it doesn’t matter how much money you make, once a wuss, always a wuss."
William winced as the blindfold was removed and the bright light hit his eyes. He looked up. He had been right. His captor was his old nemesis Pete Malone – the guy who had made his high school and college vacations a nightmare. William and Pete’s parents had been best friends, and they insisted that the two spend at least a week or two together every summer at the adjoining cottages that the two families owned. William thought with XXXX of the torments that Pete had inflicted on him. It had taken him years to recover from the psychological damage that Pete had caused. He still had dreams about what Pete had done to him – dreams that left him physically drained and drenched in sweat. As he tested the knots that had held his hands firmly behind him, he found out that Pete hadn’t lost any of his skill with rope. He prayed that this was just some kind of sick joke, and that Pete would let him go soon.
"CMOMTHMPETE. SJOKEMSAJOKE. GGMMLEEMEGO. HHUH?"
"Let you go, Billy? Now is that the way to talk to your old friend, Pete? Why don’t you say that you’re glad to see me, and that you’ve missed me? Why, when my Mom told me that you were coming up here to clean out the old summer place, I dropped everything and rushed right over. I thought that we could relive some of the good times that we used to have together."
"MMMMMNOOOOOOO!!! OHMGODNNNOOOO! GGGMMHEEEELPP! PLEEETHGGSOMEONEMMHEEELLLPPPMEEEE!"
"Sheesh, you’re hurting my feelings, Billy boy. That isn’t very nice of you, not very nice at all. And don’t bother screaming for help, no one can hear you. But…as usual, that yap of yours is still irritating. I guess that you need a better gag."
"GGGMNOOO! MMMMMPHHHH!"
"There, that’s much better. I always though that you were much sexier when I couldn’t hear what you were saying. Moans are much better. Now, let’s get started."
William moaned and begged through his gag as Pete tied his knees and ankles. Pete paid no heed to William’s stifled pleas’ for mercy. He just laughed as he pulled the ropes as tightly as he could.
"How does that feel, pal? Tight enough for you? I know that you always liked the ropes nice and snug.
"GGGRMMMPHH! MMMFFFFF!"
"Good, I’m happy if you’re happy. Now, why don’t you do a little dance for me, Billy?"
"MMMNNOOOPMH! MMPTHPLTH!"
"Come on, Billy, dance for your old friend Pete. You know what will happen if you don’t dance for me, don’t you?"
William whimpered as he watched Pete unbuckle his thick leather belt. He knew that if he didn’t do what Pete wanted, his tender luscious butt would feel that the sting of that belt. He tottered to his feet and started hopping around.
"Oh, that’s good, Billy, but how about going a little faster. Jump just a bit higher!"
As the belt slammed into the floor near his feet, William did his best to comply. He was sweating in his suit and tie, and breathing heavily. He didn’t think that he could do much more of this before he fell over. It was hard for him to keep his balance with his feet and legs tied together.
"That was excellent, Billy. I’m glad to see that you haven’t forgotten any of your old tricks. But you look really hot, Billy. I guess you never had a suit on when you danced for me before. I’ll have to make you more comfortable."
William shrieked into his gag as Pete started to loosen his tie. Oh God, oh God, oh God. After William had collapsed on the floor, exhausted from his XXXX prancing, Pete had pounced on him. He had untied William’s hands, but before William could muster the strength to fight back, Pete had tied them again, this time in front of him. William had been unable to stop Pete from tying his hands over his head, attaching the rope to an exposed beam. Now he hung by his hands, helpless and exposed.
"Mmmm, nice chest that you’ve developed, Billy. You’re not quite so scrawny as you were. Let me open this shirt a bit more. Are you nipples still as sensitive as they were? Yep, I can see that they are. They’re nice and plump and erect, just they way I like them. I could always do that to you, couldn’t I, Billy?"
William cursed Pete through his gag. Damn the bastard and his nimble fingers and tongue. William looked down at his undone belt. Fuck, Pete was really going to go through with this.
"Now that we’ve got that shirt out of the way, why don’t we do the same thing with these darned pants. Hey, I can see that you’ve changed your taste in underwear. I kind of miss those baggy plaid boxers that you used to wear. But it doesn’t really matter, because…you’re not going to be needing any underwear, not as long as I’m around."
"GGMNNNOOONNNOOONNOOOOO! MMMGNNOOOOO!"
"Aww, come on, Billy. You know that you love it – you know that you’ve missed me all of these years. I bet no one else has done this to you since the last time you saw me. "
William sobbed as he felt Pete’s hot breath on the back of his neck and felt Pete’s big firm hands moving all over his helpless body, caressing and fondling him. He cursed his traitorous cock as it sprang to life.
"There, that’s much better. Look Billy, I brought your old favourite with me. You haven’t forgotten the greased glove, have you?"
"MMMMNNOOOOOOOOO! MMMNOOOOO!"
William bucked frantically in his bondage as Pete stepped in front of him, a big grin on his face and the infamous greased glove on his hand. How could he forget the hours of exquisite torment that Pete had inflicted on him? How he could forget night after XXXXless night as Pete milked him dry repeatedly?
"Shouldn’t that be MOO not NOO, Billy? Oh yeah, this is going to be just like old times."
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Grant sat on the trunk in a daze. He felt like a sack of shit. He was trying to remember how he had got into the cellar. Had he fainted? He had been working on the chopper out on the tarmac, in blazing 110-degree heat, and had been feeling queasy from the heat, but…no, he was sure that he hadn’t fainted. Oh bugger, his head hurt. If only those hammers pounding away in his skull would stop for a minute, he would be able to think clearly. Shit, this place was going around in circles. He closed his eyes, and leaned back. Yeah, that was better. The anvil-bashing demons in his head were taking a rest, and he didn’t feel like he was on a merry-go-round. He tried to concentrate – he sure wasn’t going anywhere for a while, feeling the way that he did, and he wanted to know how he had got from the tarmac to this dingy little cellar. Pictures started forming in his mind. He had just about finished the maintenance check for Mike. He had looked at his watch and seen that it was just about time for Mike to arrive and begin the flight for the traffic report. So far, so good. Wait. Now he remembered! Out of the corner of his eye he had seen a guy creeping up on him! He had turned to yell at him, and then something had hit him in the back of the skull, and everything had gone black.
He attempted to jump to his feet, and sank back with a groan. He knew he had to get out of here and find Mike, but he felt so cruddy, he had to rest for another minute. He still didn’t know where he was; though the door looked familiar. There was a flight of stairs in the hangar, leading down to a padlocked door, made of similar wood. He staggered to his feet once more, and this time he managed to stay upright. He began to make his way towards the door, wincing at the pain in his head. Before he had gone more than a few feet, the door burst open, and two men brandishing pistols blocked his way.
"Going somewhere, big boy? I don’t think so. Your head must still be sore; we think that you need a good long rest."
"Get out of my way you fuckers, I…." Ummmmphhh. Despite his size, the two men had no difficulty overpowering Grant. They didn’t need to use their XXXXs – a couple of punches to the stomach and a XXXX to the side of the head, and Grant was face down on the ground in no time. One of the thugs sat on Grant, pulling his hands behind him. Before he could gather strength to resist, his hands had been efficiently taped together. "What the fuck are you…MMMMMPHHHHH." Grant XXXXd as an oily rag was stuffed deep into his mouth, secured with more tape wrapped around his head. He thought that he was going to puke. All this getting XXXX around, plus the vile taste of the disgusting rag in his mouth was making his stomach heave. Despite his weakness and nausea, he continued to struggle against the two men, dislodging the one that was sitting on his back.
"Jeez, but he’s a big bugger, isn’t he? Come on, help get more tape around him before he hurts somebody." They pulled Grant to his feet, and managed to wrap more tape around his chest, binding his upper arms to his body. The two thugs dragged Grant over to the old trunk that he had been sitting on, and throwing him down on his side, taped his wrists to his body.
"Whew, that was hard work. This guy must have a skull like rock. I didn’t think that …OWWW!!! You bastard! You’re gonna regret that. Get his fucking legs!" Grant had lashed out with his booted feet, and managed to land a blow on the shins of one of the men. In short order, they taped his legs up, below and above the knee. "There that should hold him for a while." Grant screamed through his gag, cursing the two thugs. "Don’t you worry, big boy. You just sit tight for a while, and eventually someone will find you. Once KJZB notices that they aren’t getting any traffic reports from the air, someone should come looking out here. Of course, we’ll be long gone by then. Your pretty boy pilot is going to being dropping us off a long, long way from here." "MMMPHMIIKE!" "Ah, ain’t that sweet. He’s all concerned about the blond. He’s almost as comfortable as you at the moment, all trussed up and gagged, waiting for us. We’ll have to untie him to fly us out, but not for a while. Our cargo has been delayed in the traffic. Ha ha ha."
Grant struggled in impotent fury once the two men had left. He had to get free and save Mike. Who knew what those goons would do to Mike once he had flown them to wherever they were going? He twisted and struggled against the tape that surrounded his body, but it was surprisingly strong, and held firm. He needed something that could cut through the tape. There was nothing down here; he would have to somehow make his way up to the hangar. After a couple of unsuccessful efforts, Grant managed to heave himself to his feet. He began the slow journey towards the door. Every little hop that he took jarred him, intensifying the pain in his head. His whole body ached from the beating that he had taken. He had only taken a few hops when the door swung open.
"Where do you think you’re going, big boy? Planning a little trip? I don’t think so. Back up."
Grant was XXXX to hop backwards, as a XXXX was pushed into his chest. The thug laughed when the backs of Grant’s legs met the trunks, and he sat down with a crash.
"MMMPHH. GGGMMWHATMMDOING. MMNOO!" Mike tried to squirm away as the guy started unlacing his boots. He quieted down once the barrel of the XXXX was shoved into his groin. "That’s better, big boy. You keep quiet, and no one gets hurt. I haven’t killed anyone yet, and I don’t intend on starting now. Not unless I’m XXXX to. There’s, that better. Phew, your feet smell, did anyone ever tell you that?"
"GGMMFUCKMMDOING?" Grant couldn’t understand why this guy was stripping him of his boots and socks. "GMMNNNOOOO. MMSTTOPPP." Grant couldn’t help giggling as the criminal ran his fingers along the sole of his foot.
"You want to know what I’m doing? I’ m taking your boots off, so even if you do manage to free yourself before help arrives, you won’t be going anywhere. These tender tootsies of yours will fry like eggs if you try to go outside and walk on that hot black tarmac. Yep, I figure that you’ll get second degree burns if you try to get help. Because, big buy, I’m not stupid. There aren’t any phones left functioning upstairs, and if you hadn’t noticed, your cell phone isn’t in the pocket of that jump suit of yours. You’re stuck here, all by yourself. And don’t worry about the blond stud – he’ll be OK. Eventually." Giving Grant a pat on the cheek, the thug left.
As soon as he was alone, Grant renewed his efforts to escape. Once again he managed to get to his feet, but this time he went crashing to the ground. Ouch, that hurt. He didn’t know how much more abuse his poor battered body could take. He swung himself around on his butt, used the side of the trunk for leverage, and got on his feet yet again. Once more he fell to the ground, this time flat on his face. Ummpphh! His jaw got a mighty crack, as it slammed down on the floor. He nearly wept with frustration. This time he couldn’t get up. He slowly inched his way across the floor, making very little progress. He still hadn’t reached the door when he heard footsteps come thundering down the stairs. Oh shit, were those guys coming back? He gave a sigh of relief when he saw deputies come through the door, their XXXXs drawn.
"MMMPHHHHH!!!"
"MMMOUUUCCCHHH." Grant yelped as the tape was pulled off his mouth, taking some of his hair with it. He spat out the rag. " The pilot, Mike, he’s…"
"Don’t worry, he’s safe. The bozos that tried to hijack the chopper got separated from their cargo, which we were tailing. They’re under arrest, and your friend is safe."
25 photos; 2:35 video
Model: Darien
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/04/2009
25 photos; 5:49 video
Model: Nicholas Armor Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 02/27/2018
25 photos; 4:28 video
Model: Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/27/2017
27 photos; 5:28 video
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It had been such a long day. I was exhausted from work and my training for the upcoming marathon I had signed up for. It was for charity so the tedious training had made it all worth while. I trained for weeks to make sure I had a good showing at the marathon. Every muscle in my body ached from the constant strain and exercise. I was in the best shape of my life. My time got better every week, and I pushed myself to train harder as the big race came close. Placement determined how much money my charity got. I was well on my way in my training to get them the maximum possible. The only opponent in my path was a guy who opposed my charity and me, a conservative right wing family man who believed what I was and stood for was against his beliefs. I was out to prove him wrong. We crossed each other in the park, at the pool, on the bike trail. Every encounter with him made me train harder, nothing could stop me.
The day before the big marathon I doubled my training. I was the man to beat. Every facet of my well toned body told me so. I got home late and made sure I was well fueled for the next day. I was exhausted but pumped. A good nights rest would cap off this day, and I would be ready to pummel my competition.
I sat on the bed and decided to forgo a shower, I was too tired. I pulled off my shirt and shoes. I peeled off my sweat soaked socks and threw them on the floor. The cool air of the air conditioner massaged my bare feet. I lay down and crashed. A few hours into my sound XXXX I awoke to a desperate situation. My hands had been tightly bound behind my back.
In my half XXXX I thought this was just a dream, but as I tried to pull my hands up I realized this was the beginning of a nightmare. I searched my bedroom to try and focus in on who had done this, from the shadows a masked man appeared. “What the hell is going on”, I screamed. “Be quiet”, he yelled. In my fear and uncertainty I complied. I lay on my bed, my wrists aching from the tight grasp of the rope. I pulled and struggled hoping to free myself and give this stranger a good fight. The tight knots were unrelenting, I feared what was next.
I pondered his next step. I could no longer keep quiet. “What do you want”, I screamed. “I want you to shut the fuck up”, he yelled. Again I complied, but this time he was taking nothing to chance. In the shadows I heard a loud tear and in a moment my lips were sealed. The strong smell of adhesive filled my nose. He plastered duct tape across my mouth. The silver tape gagged me good. “MMMPPPPHHH”, I yelped. It was no use my lips were pressed together as if one. I should have just kept quiet.
I watched as he approached me with more rope. What was next? He XXXX my sweaty feet together and bound them. I fought against him but it made him angrier. He pulled my ankles tighter together and knotted the rope like an expert boy scout. He moved to my knees and wrapped rope tightly around them. “MMMPPPHHH”, I exclaimed through my taped mouth. He was finished. All my strength and training could not free me from my binds. I lay bound and gagged hoping he would leave.
He approached me once again, this time to humiliate me. He pulled at my tight shorts struggling to yank them down. He struggled against the tight fabric until he was able to expose my bare ass for whoever found me, with this he was gone. I fought and pulled at my tight bindings. It was no use. The next morning the maid found me. The humiliation was quieted by my relief of freedom. I made it to the marathon and won, but to this day the police have no leads on my captor.
34 photos; 4:06 video
Model: Ryan Rockford Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/19/2009
25 photos; 5:15 video
Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/07/2018
22 photos; 5:41 video
Model: Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/06/2018
22 photos; 3:56 video
Army: Ron Jeffries
Navy: Tommy Gunn
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/14/2017
40 photos; 3:08 video
Model: Marcus
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/19/2006
24 photos; 7:52 video
Model: Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/16/2011
27 photos; 6:20 video
Model: Matt
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/20/2010
25 photos; 3:46 video
Be Careful who you owe money to.
The Jock played by Dante
The Thug played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/11/2018
24 photos; 4:32 video
Model: Remy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/15/2017
26 photos; 8:10 video
Bound Boi played Marko
Finder played by Remy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/08/2017
22 photos; 3:34 video
28 photos; 4:54 video
Model: Craig
Photography by Caitiff
Special Thanks to JMZ
Date of Production: 04/10/2010
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Luke Reynolds cursed himself for getting into the predicament he was in. In his third year at All State University, he had taken part in hazing rookies and other players on the
football team. But this year, he was the star receiver for the team. And each year the new stars of the team were in for special treatment at the hands of their teammates and
others. Last year, Luke had helped in the hazing of Tommy Victrola. Tommy had been left tied, gagged, and buck-naked at the mercy of the sisters of Delta Gamma Delta.
Although later, Tommy had not complained of the way the good sisters treated him. Luke let his curses subside, thinking that he would be as lucky as Tommy. If only he
knew…
You see, Luke was not like Tommy. Where Tommy was modest and kind to all, Luke revealed in the attention his exploits on the field garnered him, and he treated anyone,
who was not a jock like he was, with derision and contempt. One such person was Charlie Sampson.
Charlie was the equipment manager for the football team. Charlie was a straight A student, who worked for the team as part of his scholarship. He wasn’t much of an athlete, and Luke never let him forget that. Luke constantly ordered Charlie around, demanding that his pads, cleats, and uniform be ready the moment he set foot in the locker-room.
One day, Luke stayed late after practice, he spied Charlie sniffing the dirty jockstraps of the players in the laundry. Poor Charlie! Luke tormented him thereafter, using every
homophobic slur imaginable. All this accomplished, though, was tremendous sympathy for Charlie from the other football players. Many were more enlightened than Luke, and, besides, Charlie helped them all with their schoolwork. The players had decided that, when it came time for Luke’s hazing, they would not give him a hazing similar to Tommy Victrola’s.
So one day after practice, while Luke was still in his scrimmage pants and had donned a mesh jersey, a group of players quickly grabbed him from behind, handcuffing his
arms behind him, pulled a hood over Luke so he could not see where he was going.
Amid his muffled cries of “What the hell are you doing?” and his struggling, the players hustled Luke out of the locker room and into the trunk of a waiting car. Using a circuitous route to their destination in order to confuse Luke more, the group could hear
Luke kicking at the trunk and demanding to be let go. Once at their destination, the players popped the trunk, and Luke’s cries for release grew louder. They bundled him into a house and rushed him to the basement. Once there, they put masks on to hide their identities and pulled the hood from Luke’s head. At first, the bright light blinded him
and Luke was a tad unhinged by his XXXX, but he soon returned to his cocky self, demanding that the handcuffs be taken off him. “Not so fast, Luke,” answered one of his captors. “Yeah, you need to be taken down a peg or two,” said another.
“Taken down a peg? What the hell do you mean? Oh…I see. This is my haze night.
What sorority have you brought me to? Hope it’s Rho Psi Rho Those girls have big jugs!!”
“You’ll soon find out,” Luke was told.
“Is that you, Johnny? Hey, who are you guys? Why the masks?”
One of the captors pushed Luke to his knees. “Never mind who we are. And that’s enough talking from you,” the tallest of the captors said. Taking a jock from his pocket, he tossed it and a roll of blue duct tape to one of the other guys and said, “Stuff the jock
in his mouth and tape it in. Make sure he won’t be disturbing anyone.”
“Hey, wait a minute, that’s not necess…MMMPPPHHHMMPPPHH!!!!”
Luke soon realized the jock was not freshly laundered, but had been worn. He crinkled his nose in disgust and gagged at the foul taste of it. But all that he could elicit in protest
was “MMMMGGGRRRMMMMPPPPHHHHH!!!
GGGGRRRRRMMMMPPPHHH!!!”
“Luke, you are not a nice guy. You treat others like dirt. And you give the team a bad rap! So we thought we’d let one of the persons, who’s been the object of your mistreatment, to exact his revenge on you.”
“WHMMAAPPPTHH?” Luke tried to demand. And as he attempted to rise, one of his
captors took hold of his right leg and twisted it over his left. Luke sat back and looked with some dread at them.
His look turned to surprise, when he heard the front door of the house open. Luke twisted around as he heard footsteps grow heavier as they neared the top of the stairs to the basement. Twisting further around and staring upwards, Luke listened as his
captors continued, “One of those people is Charlie. You know Charlie the Equipment Manager, don’t you,
Luke? You don’t like him, but for some god dang reason, he still thinks he’d like to play with you for an evening!”
“MMPPWHAAMMPPPHHTTT?” Charlie??? Luke’s mind went into overdrive trying to figure out what that meant. And then it dawned on him…
Luke began to plead with his captors. “MMMCOMMMPPHH ONPPHH!!”
“LETHMMPPHH MME GOPH!!” “”PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!” He tried to beg with them but his words were only muffled grunts, inaudible to them. But they had an inkling to what he was trying to say!
“You’re a homophobic jerk, Luke. And it’s about time we called you on it. Charlie’s a good guy. There’s no reason to treat like you do.”
Another of his captors continued, as Luke struggled in vain, “What better way to teach you a lesson, than to let Charlie have his way with you for the night. One of us will stay behind to record the event for posterity. So, just in case you decide to retaliate against
Charlie after you’re set free, the prospect of having the pictures sent over the net to everyone at All State U will keep you in line!”
Just then, Charlie came bounding down the stairs and saw Luke all tied up and gagged in one corner.
“We have a present for you, Charlie! Wrapped nice and tight. And he won’t give you much lip!!!”
Charlie stared in lascivious wonder at the football god before him.
“Gee! Thanks guys!!! I don’t know where to start.” Charlie answered as he caressed Luke’s butt that looked so inviting in his tight football pants. All Luke could do was moan….
“MMMMMMMPPPPPHHHNNNOOOONNNNOOOOOOMMMMPPPPHHH!!”
He was in for a long night ahead!
The End
Charlie played by Ryan Rockford
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/01/2009
30 photos; 3:33 video
Bound Guy played by Xavier
Bad Guy played by The Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
see More Xavier Here
Date of Production: 01/26/2024
Tags: Tape gag, hog tie, stripped, jock strap, underwear, socks, tattoo, bad guy , groped
20 photos; 6:06 video
Model: Cody Jonson
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/16/2024
Tags: penis, groped, fondled, underwear, socks, twink, stripped, tape gag, shirtless, hog tie
20 photos; 6:04 video
Gagged Guy played by Gerard
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/19/2024
Tags: bad guy, gagging, gagged, hand gag, stuff gag, OTM gag, tape gag, dominated, socks
14 photos; 4:09 video
Model: Dmitri
Photography by Marco
See More Here
Date of Production : 07/08/2021
Tags: twink, otm gag, stripped, nude, nudity
30 photos; 6:06 video
Bound Guy in Closet played by Jean LeFaun
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/27/2024
Tags: stripped, suit, fondled, nude, tape gag, hands above head, groped, bad guy, butt
20 photos; 4:17 video
Model: Taz
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12-20-2023
Tags: cleave gag, hog tie
29 photos; 7:17 video
Bound Guy played by Danny
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/02/2024
Tags: taped, tape gag, blindfold, butt, penis, groped, bad guy, exposed, bare foot, fondled
20 photos; 6:52 video
Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/04/2024
Tags: cleave gag, shirtless, bare foot, twink