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Model: Hector
Photography : Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/03/2016
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No one was supposed to know about this secret naval base at Montford Castle, never mind being here, but all of a sudden there they were. Two men in strange frogman outfits unlike any Gary had ever seen before. Gary tried to duck back out of sight, but they saw him. There was a quick flurry of heavy blows all around Gary's head and shoulders and then his lights went out. When Gary woke up again he found himself in one of the old side rooms of the castle that no one ever used. His wrists had been lashed behind him and there were more ropes digging into his dungaree's crisscrossed over his arms and crotch. And now his mouth was tasting like cotton for some reason. It took Gary another few moments to realize that his handkerchief had now been tied between his teeth and some heavy duct tape had been plastered over his lips to keep him quiet. Then Gary's vision cleared and he saw one of the strange frogmen standing in front of him. Gary cursed into his gag and lunged at the man in the rubber outfit, but the big man grabbed Gary by his face and shoved him back into a chair. Gary didn't like it, but it was hard to fight with your hands tied behind your back. And there wasn't very much he could do to stop his captor from lashing his ankles to the legs of the chair. Then his captor laughed as he went out and closed the door. Gary listened to be sure that the frog guy was really gone. Then he began to struggle against the tight ropes that were binding his wrists and arms. He tried and tried, but it was no good. Those ropes were too strong. And then Gary heard a loud crash outside the door like someone had dropped a heavy crate on the floor. And then he heard a lot of loud cursing. And then the door opened and the frogman came back in. Gary tried pleading behind his gag for the frogman to untie him, but the frogman just laughed at him and then tied a folded cloth over Gary's eyes so that he wouldn't see the frogman leave. The frogman then walked softly over to the door, eased it open and then closed it tight after he slipped out of Gary's cell. Gary couldn't see him, but with his eyes covered, his ears could easily hear him sneaking off and Gary smiled against the tape over his mouth. He had to get out of here! Gary started struggling against his arm ropes again, but then he happened to move his foot and felt how loose the rope was there. He moved his foot a little more and he could feel the rope loosening and slipping away from the chair leg. That frogman was no sailor! In another few moments Gary had the ropes around his ankles lose enough so that he cold just slip out of them. Then he stood up and listened carefully. He heard no sound. So then he began inching his feet toward where he thought the door was until his toes finally touched the wall. Gary leaned forward until he could feel the door against his head. Then he rubbed his head up and down against the door until he finally managed to rub the blindfold up off of his eyes. Yes, he was alone! Gary put his ear to the door and listened carefully. He couldn't hear anybody on the other side of the door, but they might be there, just waiting for him. Gary decided that he had no choice. He lifted his leg and kicked the door just as hard as he could. Then he dashed out into the hallway, ready to do battle if he had to. But no, he was alone. He didn't know which way those frogmen went, but Gary knew where he had to go. It was time to call out the Marines! THE END Gary played by Drew Photography by Caitiff Date of Production 1/23/2003
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Football player: Dean
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/17/2016
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The plan was fool proof, Tony had been told. Meet his hook up with the wire under his shirt. They incriminate themselves, the cops come in and Tony avoids a very lengthy vacation at Rykers. Maybe Tony had been too nervous. Maybe the wire had shown thorough his shirt somehow. Tony couldn't’ say and his buddies never said a word. They just pulled out a concealed item to cover him while they taped Tony’s mouth with black tape. Tony’s short was ripped off exposing the wire. It was carefully removed while the gang made small talk to cover up the fact that they had discovered the plan. They frisked Tony and to be thorough even took his shoes and wallet. Tony began to sweat his situation. The cops still thought everything was fine. His former criminal friends could do anything anything they wanted to him and the cops would never know. The thugs tied him to a chair with clothesline. Rope was knotted and twisted around Tony’s body, binding him tightly. The ropes around his wrists bit into his skin, rubbing them raw. The thugs left Tony to himself. Beads of perspiration ran down his brow and into his eyes. His hands tied, he could do nothing as as the salty sweat got into his eyes. Tony struggled against the ropes as much as he dared. Tony knew if he struggled to much the gang could decide to off him right there. There was s a thousand ways they could have killed Tony. Gagged as he was, he wouldn't’ even be able to beg for his life. The cops wouldn’t know until it was too late. Vainly Tony tried ot wiggle his jaw to loosen his gag. But the tape was far too tight and sticky. One of the gang came back in to check up on Tony, tightening the ropes even further. “Mmmppphhh!” Tony moaned pitifully. The gag made his begging into unintelligible moans. Tony’s captor made no indication he understood or even cared. A clock on a wall ticked repeatedly. It had already been an hour! What were the cops waiting for? Surely they had figured out something was wrong by now. Tony strained to hear what was going on in the next room. The small talk had stopped. Was that the sound of a car? It was! The thugs were leaving. I might make it out of this yet, Tony thought. All he had ot do was wait for the cops to come rescue him. Any minute. The clock showed that another thirty minutes had passed with Tony still tied up and gagged in the house. Then an hour. Then two hours. “Mmmmmmm!”, Tony grunted in frustration. It was great that he wasn't’ going to die but he also didn't’ want to spend the whole day bound and gagged either. Where were the cops? Of course Tony had no way of knowing that the gang had taken off in a car, leading to a high speed chase. The cops, assuming that Tony was with the criminals as an insurance plan, never checked the house. Tied to a chair, his mouth taped, Tony didn't’ get free until six hours later when the cops caught the gang. The End Model: Matt Photograpy by Caitiff Date of Production: 12/ 05/ 2008
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Jimmy was very happy that he was getting ready to get out of the Navy. He had served his country well as a Seaman for the last 4 years. So his captain had given him a bottle of wine to drink in celebration the day before his scheduled departure. Jimmy sat on the steps of his barracks building just XXXX the bottle of wine and thinking about the good times he had had in the Navy. All the hot guys that he had “messed” around with in the showers and all the other guys in jockstraps running around the barracks. He wouldn’t miss the meals AT ALL though. As Jimmy drank the last remaining drops of the bottle he started to stand up, but soon realized that he was WAY too XXXX to stand on his own and immediately fell back down on his ass on the stairs. Jimmy then XXXX. This had been the plan all along. You see…Jimmy was always the straight laced guy of the company. Wasn’t really adventurous, or went out to the topless bars with the other guys on their leave. (Little did they know that Jimmy was a big homo!) Don’t Ask Don’t Tell!! After Jimmy was fully XXXX the guys in his company grabbed him and pulled him back into the barracks for a little “going away present.” They tied Jimmy up and sat him in a chair and started to take pictures of him with a Polaroid so that he would have some photo memories of his last day there with Bravo company. Well the other guys had gotten tired on waiting for Jimmy to wake up from being XXXX, and so they went to the mess hall to eat dinner. While they were gone Jimmy awoke and found himself in the situation he was in. He wondered what the hell was going on. He was still in his Navy outfit and he was tied up sitting in a chair. He started looking around and noticed that he was in the Barracks. So he didn’t freak out too much. As he knew now that the guys were probably playing a trick on him he thought he would play one back on them and try and escape before they returned. He looked at the clock on the wall and it said 5:27p.m. Jimmy knew that he had exactly 33 minutes to get out of the ropes. Jimmy started twisting and turning and he could only feel the ropes getting tighter around him. That didn’t work he thought to himself. So he stood up and hopped over to the drawers and thought that he might get lucky and find a edge in one of the commons area drawers. He searched and searched but never did find one. Jimmy lost his balance and went tumbling down to the ground with a big THUD. While Jimmy was on the floor he began to struggle more and more. Working the ropes and trying to get them to give way. It’s a good thing that Jimmy had a bondage buddy back home and had a lot of practice at escaping bondage. Jimmy and his friend played at least once a week back Fargo. Jimmy couldn’t wait to get back there again either, but he might not have to go so soon now that he had had this experience on his last night in the Navy. Jimmy finally loosened up the ropes around his hands and then he could eventually get all the other ropes untied and loosened so that he could slip out of them all. Now free from his ropes…Jimmy waited to see who his first new bondage buddy would be, when he got his REVENGE! The end? Jimmy played by Johnny Photography by Caitiff
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“Get a move on, Captain Richards. You’ve already made me waste a lot of time. If you keep this up, you’re really going to piss me off. And believe me, you don’t want to get me pissed off. If you remember, I’m the one who has anger management issues." "GGGFUCKINMMSWWABBIEE! MMCOURMARGGGHTIALFORMU!" The stud captain tried to twist away from me once again. I had one arm wrapped around his chest, holding him close to my body. I put my free hand between his legs and squeezed, hard. His gagged howls were music to my ears. Strange that he hadn’t learned that every time he struggled, I was going to do the same thing. One would almost think that he liked it. I knew that I liked it – I could feel myself becoming as hard as rock as I pressed myself against the Captain’s muscular butt while I squeezed his nuts. Oh yeah, this was great. Someone said that revenge was a dish better eaten cold, but this revenge was going to be red hot. I didn’t care what they did to me afterwards – I had Captain Richards under my control, and I was going to enjoy every minute of the time we spent together. The Captain might have a different view of things, but I didn’t care. I had spent enough time in the brig – what difference would a few more years make? That is, if they caught me. "GGGUMMGONNAMBBEINSUCHMMBIGMMFUCKINGMMTROUBLE!" "Oh yeah, Captain. I know – but right now you’re in a lot of trouble yourself. Now get down those fucking steps. Oh, you want a little more ball squeezing? OK, you’ll give what you want!" "GGGGGMMMMMAHHHHHH!" I finally managed to get Captain Richards down the stairs and to the hideout that I had prepared. I was sweating buckets by this time – hauling the Captain around was hard work, and combining that with my rampant lust was a sure recipe for sweat. The Captain made one last break for it. I slammed my fist into his stomach, knocking him backward into the chair that I had brought down into the cellar. He threw his head back and howled through his gag. He was making a lot of noise for someone who had his mouth stuffed and taped. "How do you like those socks, Captain? I wore for them a week just for you! I bet they’re nice and tasty." The Captain shot me an evil look and mumbled something through his gag. "Sorry Captain Richards, sir. I couldn’t understand you. You’ll have to speak up." "GGGMMFUCKYOU!" "Tsk tsk, Captain. Is that the way you were trained to talk to your subordinates at Annapolis? " Richards roared through his gag and sprang out of the chair. A knee to his groin subdued him quickly enough. I whipped out more rope out of my pocket and tied it around his legs and his ankles. I didn’t want him wandering around while I went back to his car. I had a few goodies in trunk that I needed to collect. It had been impossible to carry them while I was lugging the Captain around. It took me just a couple of minutes to get what I needed, but I paused at the top of the stairs when I returned, to take in the comedy that was being enacted below me. I had to admit the Captain had guts. It was funny though, to watch him as he tried to escape. Funny and arousing. I was rubbing my crotch as I saw him heave himself out of the chair. For a moment he teetered – I was afraid that he was going to fall over and smash his face into the concrete floor. That was something that I didn’t want to happen – I wanted the stud in one piece. He managed to regain his balance and started shuffling across the floor. I had left just a bit of slack in the rope binding his ankles, and this allowed him to mince along, very slowly. I had to bite tongue to stop myself from laughing out loud. How I wished that I had this on camera, but I wasn’t that stupid. There was no way that I was going to leave around incriminating evidence like that. If I played my cards right, I could have my cake and eat it too. I could hear the Captain panting and groaning through his gag. I bet that that sock tasted foul. I hadn’t been kidding the captain; I had been wearing that sock for a week. Its mate was in my bag of goodies, along with a pair of boxers that I had worn for the same period of time. I wanted to give Richards a variety of gags, and these would be perfect. Finally, I tired of the charade. "Hey, Captain! Planning on going somewhere?" The Captain turned and stared at me. If looks could kill I would have dropped down on the spot. He snarled something inaudible through his gag. "Temper, temper, Captain. If you’re not careful I might think that you have an anger management problem, just like me. And that wouldn’t be a good thing, would it? Now, here’s the deal, Captain Richards, SIR! I’m going to untie you, and then you are going to do exactly what I tell you to do. If you disobey me in the smallest way, I’ll blow out one of your kneecaps, or maybe I’ll take out your balls. You know I’m an excellent shot. Do we have deal?" I could see fire spitting out of Richards’ eyes. He really hated not being in control, especially when one of his lowliest subordinates was the one giving him orders. Finally he grunted and nodded his head. "Good move, Captain, good move. OK, now that I’ve untied you, I want you to strip. Take it all off, Captain, nice and slow." "GGMFUCKMUUPUNK! GGNNOWAYMMIM…" "Captain, I thought we had a deal. Is it going to be your balls or your clothes? " Reluctantly Richards started removing his clothes. I nearly blew on the spot as he undid his shirt and pulled off his white undershirt. Then came his shoes and socks. Finally he unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers. "EVERYTHING! Don’t stop there!" Finally my prize stood in front, trying to cover his genitals with his hands. "Tut tut, that won’t do, Captain. Let me see those family jewels of yours. Oh nice, very nice indeed. Now turn around and put your hands behind you." My tongue was practically dragging on the floor as I quickly tied Richards’ hands behind him. I added a little extra, almost bursting out of my trousers as he grunted while I tied some rope around his genitals. He was going to be getting a lot more than that before I was finished with him. This was just a prelude. The poor bastard had no idea what was going to happen to him. "Now let me sit you down again, and get you more comfortable. We wouldn’t want you falling on the floor and hurting yourself, would we?" I stood back and surveyed my captive Captain. He looked incredibly hot, sitting there all roped up, his legs spread wide and tied to the legs of the chair. There was just one thing missing though – something that I was going to rectify in short order. "AAAGGGRRRRHHHHH!" "There, that’s much better isn’t it. Hmmm, that’s strange, Captain. You’re all tied and gagged and I’m yanking on this rope around your cock and balls and you’ve got an enormous woody!" I couldn’t help myself. I fell to my knees and in front of him and started playing with him. He moaned and groaned, grunted and squirmed, but he couldn’t get away from me. And strangely enough, the more I played with him, the harder he seemed to get. I stood up and took off my own clothes and then very slowly I put on Captain Richards uniform. I took a good sniff before I donned his undershirt and boxers. Oh yeah, he had managed to work up quite a sweat while he struggled. I quickly put on the rest of the uniform and then stood in front of him, taunting him. "Hey, how do I look, Captain? I guess I’m really in control here!" "GGGGFUCKYOU! GGMMGONNNAMMWHIPURAAASSSS….AGGGHHH!" I tugged on the end of the rope dangling from the pipe, the rope that was tied around Richards cock and balls. He yelled and lurched in the chair. This was getting better and better. I could see that he was gushing pre-cum by the gallon. It really did seem as if he was enjoying himself. I slapped a piece of tape over his eyes – there was no need for him to see when I was going to yank on that rope. It would be much more fun if the pressure came as a surprise to him. Then I hunkered down again and started working on that big piece of Navy meat. I was going to have lots and lots of fun with my Captain. The End Captain Richards played by Stu Photography By Caitiff
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Model: Hector
Photography : Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/03/2016
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Gagged Guard: Marcus
Bad Guy: Donovan
Photography: Nick007
Date of Production: 09/20/2016
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Model: Stan Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 7/16/2000
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This was going to be good, Chad thought to himself. For weeks he hadn’t been able ot hook up in his po dunk town. That had been weeks he hadn’t been able ot get tied up. But today it occurred to him, he could tie himself up. Sure, he wouldn't’ be able to get off very easily but that was part of the fun. He had never actually tried self bondage before. But the concept seemed pretty simple. First he tied the rope around his ankles, binding his legs. Next came the gag. A strip of strong duct tape was plastered over his mouth, sealing it. Chad’s dick went hard. The gag was always his favourite part. Finally Chad had to tie his hands. That was the hard part. Carefully he made a hand cuff out of the rope and slipped it over his hands. He had to twist his fingers to tighten it until it felt comfortably tight and then fix the knot. Wiggling his wrists, Chad felt suitably restrained. He was certain he could reach the knot and free himself when he had too but it would take some effort and that’s exactly what Chad wanted. Chad lay back on the couch, resting his bound hands on his crotch. He could feel the huge woody growing underneath the thin fabric of his shorts. Gently at first, Chad rubbed his tied hands over his groin back and forth. Ahhh, that felt good, Chad thought as he ground his groin against the ropes binding his wrists. However, while his dick stayed hard, he didn't’ seem to be getting any closer to getting off. He couldn’t actually grab his dick to finish himself off. But there was something else. The bondage didn't’ feel quite right yet. To be really helpless, he needed to have his hands behind his back. Chad stretched and strained, bringing his legs up to his hands. It was a lot of work but eventually he managed ot grab his toes and then XXXX his hands around his ankles and behind his knees. But then Chad realised his was stuck! As much as he tried he couldn’t get his hands past his bubble butt. Worse, Chad couldn't’ find the knot he would have had to undo to get free. Deciding better safe then sorry, Chad reversed course and put his hands back in front of him. But he soon found that he couldn't’ get his hands back over his ankles either. Great, now what was he going to do? Chad continued to struggle in vain. He loved being tied up but that didn’t mean he wanted to spend the next week like this. He certainly didn't’ want to be found by his friends or worse his mom while like this. Of course, even if he had wanted to, he couldn’t yell for help. The tape gag over his mouth made sure that nothing but allow moan could escape Chad’s lips. Suddenly Chad’s heart stopped as he heard a click at the door. Not a knocking but the tapping as if the lock was being fiddled with. Chad lived alone. Even his mother who had a key wouldn’t just come in without knocking first. A cold sweat broke out on Chad’s near naked body as he realised somebody was breaking in his apartment! And here Chad was, half naked, bound and gagged! The door opened and in walked a large muscular looking man with a ski mask. he stared at Chad for a sec, his eyes wide in surprise. “Mmmmm! Mmmmmmphmmm!”, Chad moaned pitifully. The burglar just laughed. “I thought maybe someone beat me here but I see all the valuables are still here.”, the burglar said as he clasped his hand over Chad’s already gagged mouth. The man seemed to get excited as Chad struggled and moaned in vain to escape the hand gag. Chad was certain he could see a growing bulge in the man’s pants. But the burglar had come to steal Chad’s stuff and he soon went to work, taking the tv, stereo, the Wii and Chad’s wallet. All Chad could do as his few valuables were taken away was watch helplessly. Damn, Chad thought, how could he have been so stupid as to tied himself up so well that he couldn't’ get out? And what were the odds his apartment would be broken into that same day? Soon the man had everything he wanted. Almost everything. The man grabbed Chad’s bound Body and set him on his knees on the floor. Chad’s bubble butt stuck right up. “Since you were so nice as to leave yourself already bound and gagged when I came in, i guess I should do something nice for you.” The burglar said as his huge hands felt up every inch of Chad’s body. Chad’s skin tingled and he could feel his manhood straining against the material of his shorts. Chad had been wrong. He was going to get off today. The End Chad played Tye Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/30/2006
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Model: Mickey
Photography: Caitiff
date of production: 10/26/2016
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Model: Donovan
Photography : Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/13/2016
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“Come on Ramon, you promised you wouldn't handcuff me any more if I was good!” “Have you been good, Richie? No, you have been very bad. You do not think about me, you do not think about doing your share of the chores around here; you only think about going dancing at the club with those other boys.” “But I was doing that for you Ramon,” Richie whined. “Dancing helps me to keep off those extra pounds you don't like.” “Liar!” Ramon clamped his strong hand over Richie’s mouth and dangled a long white cloth in front of Richie’s eyes. “I want to hear no more lies from you tonight!” Richie didn't like being gagged, but he didn't resist when Ramon took him into his strong arms and spread Richie’s lips apart with his strong fingers. Then Ramon began sliding more and more of the soft cloth deeper and deeper into Richie’s mouth until Richie began to gag and whimper because Ramon was so angry with him. Richie knew that this was his fault so he didn't cry when Ramon tied the band of cloth tightly behind Richie’s tender lips, and he didn't complain about the way the metal jaws of the handcuffs were starting to bite into his tender wrists. But then he saw a cruel smile on Ramon’s lips and the roll of red tape he was waving in front of Richie’s face. What was he going to do with that? “All day I have been thinking of different ways to punish you for being so thoughtless and cruel, my darling Richie. I thought of many things that would be quite painful to that nice body of yours. But then I thought that maybe your punishment should fit your crimes.” “Crimes…? I haven't done any crimes!” Richie tried to protest behind the thick band of cloth that was pinning his tongue to the bottom of his mouth. “I'm talking about those dancing feet you are so proud of Richie. The ones you like to show off to all of those other boys. Well tonight I am going to teach you a new kind of dance.” Poor Richie was getting more and more confused by the minute. What was Ramon talking about? And so he didn't resist at first when Ramon used his big hands to hold Richie’s socked feet together and then began wrapping that red tape around over his socks. The tape didn't hurt too much at first because Richie’s soft socks were protecting his feet. But then like a bandage, more and more layers of overlapping tape began holding Richie’s feet tighter and tighter until Richie no longer had two feet. He only had one big painful lump at the ends of his legs. This wasn't fair and Richie tried to tell Ramon so. Richie used his best puppy-dog-eyes look and he whimpered sweetly around the rag that was beginning to get all swollen and juicy inside his mouth while he tried to get on Ramon’s soft side. But Ramon was too angry to notice so he just pushed Richie’s bound body over on his side. “Bad puppy! I don't even want to look at you tonight!” Ramon’s harsh words cut into Richie’s tender skin like a whip and he almost cried while he watched Ramon walking away and leaving him all alone in the corner. At first Richie felt very sorry for himself. He really cared about Ramon and he didn't like being treated this way. So what if he had danced with a few boys at the club? Didn’t Ramon know that they didn't mean anything to him? It wasn't his fault that Ramon didn't like to go to the club or to be seen dancing in public. And the more he thought about it, the angrier Richie felt. How dare Ramon treat him like this! And the angrier Richie became, the more he struggled and rolled around on the hard floor. If he could get out of this he was going to walk right out that door! But no matter how much he struggled and twisted his body around, those hard metal cuffs wouldn't let him go, and now his delicate feet were beginning to feel like a swollen painful lump inside their taped prison. The only part of his bondage that seemed to have any give to it was the wet rag that was dividing his mouth. Desperate now to do something, Richie began working his strong tongue against the band of cloth. And little by little he was able to push it further and further out of his mouth until it finally slipped down over his slobbering lips. “Ramon…! Please Ramon, I'm sorry! Please let me go now!” he called. Then Richie heard Ramon’s footsteps coming toward him and he started to get his hopes up. He was even thinking about some of the nice things he was going to do for Ramon to show him how much he cared about him. But then Ramon appeared and he wasn't smiling. “Dear Richie, don't you know you are being punished?” Richie started to answer him, but Ramon’s cruel fingers just poked the sloppy cloth back into Richie’s open mouth. Then the roll of tape appeared again and Ramon started tearing angry strips off of the roll and plastering them over Richie’s face. The first strips went over Richie’s mouth to trap the gagging cloth inside his lips. And then the next strips went over Richie’s closed eyes and sealed them shut so that now Richie only had the darkness to look at. Then Ramon pushed Richie back down on to the floor. “Down you go, Richie dear. You just lay there tonight and think about how wrong you've been. And maybe by tomorrow you'll remember just who you belong to!” Lying on the cold floor with the cold metal cuffs holding his wrists so tight; Richie heard Ramon’s footsteps going away to leave him all alone. And then, no matter which way he twisted or turned his body, the swollen lump of his dancing feet reminded him that he it would be a long time before they went dancing again. THE END Richie played by Mike Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/23/2007
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Laid Off by Caitiff Cont'd from Severance Pay “Mmmpphh!” Jeff was screwed. Try as he might, he couldn't’ get free from the ropes that bound him hand and foot. When he had come home, Jeff had been jumped by a former employee named Tony Ford. Jeff was XXXX. When he came too, Tony had Jeff bound and gagged on the counter of this bar. Clearly Tony planned some kind of revenge against Jeff for firing him. Not that Jeff had had a choice. The head office had demanded drastic cuts. Of course, Jeff could hardly explain that to Tony when his mouth was taped shut. Though Jeff was already helpless, Tony got out more rope and hog tied his captive into a nice tight ball. Jeff wiggled back and forth in rage. “Mmm!”, Jeff grunted. His anger turned to confusion when Tony took off his shoes. What was he doing? Jeff soon figured it out when Tony’s fingers began gently caressing Jeff’s socked feet. “Mmm? Mpphhhahahahahahahahahaa!” Jeff jerked as his feet were ticked. Though not normally ticklish, the nylon socks made every touch unbearable. Jeff could hardly breath as he laughed through his gag. But that was not the worst of it. The movement was having an effect on Jeff’s body. He could feel his pants getting tighter and more uncomfortable. As if it was all part of his plan, Tony seemed to sense Jeff’s growing problem was well. He flipped his captive over and put his hand right over Jeff’s packaged. “Well, look at what we have here. Yep, works every time.”, Tony gloated as Jeff grunted in protest at being felt up. Jeff could do nothing as his pants were unbuttoned and pushed down, exposing the massive bulge in his underwear. Jeff turned red in embarrassment. But his torture didn’t end there. Soon his tightie whities were also pushed away to expose his erection. Despite himself, Jeff couldn't’ make it go down. “Since you fucked me over, I guess I should return the favour” Tony said as he went to town. Jeff was teased and tormented, never allowed to end his frustration. His ass was spanked and man handled. Jeff became Tony’s little bitch, totally degraded. Jeff had no idea how long this went on. Hours perhaps. Tied up hand and foot, Jeff had no choice over what was done to him. He didn't’ even have the dignity of being able to complain about it, gagged as he was. Eventually Tony tired of his game. Jeff was sweating as his mind raced with all the other possible tortures his captor might have in store. Tony reached into his jacket, causing Jeff to beg pitifully through his gag. Jeff was certain that with his fun had, Tony was about to end him. However he only pulled out a manilla folder. “You really shouldn’t have fired me. I knew that system back and forth. Including all the extra books the people upstairs hide from the IRS. So here’s the deal. I’ve had my fun with you. So now I’m going to go on a nice long trip with some money I borrowed from the head office. But I’m going to leave this here for you. After all, when you were done doing their dirty work, they were going to fire you too. You could call the police about me but then you might have some questions about how you got this.” And with that Tony left Jeff, still hog tied and gagged in his house, the perfect position to some serious thinking. The End. Jeff played by Cliff Tony Ford played by Zac Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 09/26/2009
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Severance Pay by Caitiff What a rough day! Jeff was glad to be home. The head office continued to demand more and more lay offs to increase “efficiency”. It was stupid as hell. Efficiency went way down as did moral. But what the head office really wanted was as much profit with as little over head as possible. Jeff didn’t like it but he also did not want to join the line of people carrying boxes out of the building. Feeling tired and depressed, Jeff didn't’ register anything as he unlocked the door to his house and trudged in. He didn't’ see the man in black hiding behind a counter until it was too late! “Mmm!”, Jeff let out a startled cry as a dank cloth was shoved over his face. It had a weird chemical smell that filled Jeff’s nose and mouth. Jeff fought like crazy to free himself from the man grappling him. But Jeff felt himself getting weaker and weaker. His head was getting cloudy and his vision blurry. Jeff realised he was about to pass out. And then he did. Everything went white and then nothing. Jeff let out a faint groan as he slowly regained consciousness. His head was pounding. Jeff’s regained awareness before he got back control of his body. He knew he was lying on his side on a hard surface. His hands were behind his back for some reason. Painfully Jeff tried to move. However, when he tried to put his hands to his aching head he couldn’t. At first Jeff panicked and worried he had become paralysed somehow. But it wasn't’ that. Something was keeping hands from moving. The same with his feet. “Mmffaa? Jeff’s eyes opened and he finally understood with a shock. He was tied up! “Mmmpphh!?”, Jeff exclaimed. “Mmmmm!” Jeff’s protests came out as unintelligible moans thanks to the tape that was sealing his mouth. A burst of adrenaline rushed through Jeff’s body as he became aware of his helplessness. Desperately Jeff struggled as much as he could, barely managing to keep from falling off the counter of his bar. Unfortunately Jeff was no Houdini. Except for games he played as a boy scout, Jeff had never been tied up before. Jeff’s mind raced. Who had done this to him? Why? Was he being robbed? When Jeff’s attacker came into view it at least answered a few questions but raised many more. Tony Ford had been among the first laid off. Now he stood before his old boss. “Hello. About time you woke up.” “Mmmm!” “Yeah I don’t want to hear it. That’s why I gagged you. And now after being your butt monkey for three years, I think it’s time I return the favour.” “Mmmmmffnnnnn!”, Jeff shook his head in protest, not that it would do any good. He was bound and gagged, a helpless prisoner. To Be Continued Jeff played by Cliff Tony Ford played by Zac Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 09/26/2009
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Model: Kent Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 7/30/2008
25 photos; 5:38 video
Model: Dante
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/29/2016
25 photos; 4:18 video
Model: Kyle
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/23/2016
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“Now, now Mister Elwood, what happened to that nice johnny we gave you to wear?” Nurse Ellen said oh so sweetly. “LET ME OUT OF HERE…!” “Surely Mister Elwood you know that we can't do that. You remember the contract you signed with Doctor Nicely. You're going to be our guest for thirty days.” “Get away from me you bitch!” “Shame shame, Mister Elwood, is that anyway to talk to people who are just trying to help you. Giorgio, Bruno; please help Mister Elwood back into his bed.” “No, please, keep them away from me.” “I don’t know if I can. They look awfully big and scary,” the First Voice said inside his head. “I’m not helping you, not after the way you talked to me last night.” Mister Elwood’s Second Voice inside his head didn't sound very happy about this situation. “But you have to help me. They're going to stick all kinds of strange things in my body and make me do things that I don’t want to do!” Mister Elwood said out loud. “Who are you talking to Mister Elwood?” Nurse Ellen touched him gently. “Take your hands off of me!” “Please calm down, Mister Elwood; we just want to make you safe and comfortable. Don’t you want to feel safe? Everyone likes to feel safe.” Mister Elwood twisted his face left and right and his eyeballs clicked back and forth in his head as first one hand, and then another, and then another grabbed onto his body and stretched him out on the guest bed. Then strong ropes appeared and they were being wrapped all around his wrists and trapping his hands in a vice-like grip. “No, please, don’t do this to me; I won't be bad any more!” “Why are they hurting us? We never did anything to them.” “I told you that it was a bad idea to come here. Now they're going to make us helpless and afraid, and then that Doctor is going to come back and do bad things to us.” Mister Elwood strained and struggled as best as he could, but Bruno and Giorgio were very strong and they did this sort of thing every day, so Mister Elwood had no real chance of resisting them. He could only watch while the strong hands of the orderlies wrapped coil after coil of strong rope around his ankles and then they began to stretch his body apart as the strong ropes were anchored to the top and the bottom of the guest bed. There was a time when Mister Elwood had been very strong, too, but he had let his poor body go to seed and now his fear was taking the last of his strength away so now he could only watch while the big orderlies put his naked body on cruel display. “Don’t just lay there! You've got to do something!” “Yea, you've got rights. Look at that Nurse grinning at you.” “I'll get you for this, you Bitch!” Mister Elwood screamed. “Tish, tish Mister Elwood; such uncalled for behavior. Bruno, Giorgio; I think we'll need the double-gag please.” “No, I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me!” “Now Mister Elwood, we have no desire to hurt you,” Nurse Ellen purred. Strong hands XXXX Mister Elwood’s mouth open. “We just want to control your behavior.” A thickly-knotted cloth was XXXX between Mister Elwood’s teeth to fill up his mouth with hard cotton. Then the two ends were pulled tightly behind his neck and tied securely to pull the corners of his mouth back into a permanent smile. “We just want you to conform to our clinic’s policies and procedures.” The strong hands continued their evil work by binding a second thickly-folded cloth over Mister Elwood’s spread lips; trapping the thick cotton knot inside his mouth and hugging his lips with lots of soft XXXX cloth. “Soon you will be feeling much better. Turn Mister Elwood over please.” Bruno and Giorgio used their strong hands to turn Mister Elwood’s body over so that his bare butt was exposed to their cruel eyes. “Oh no, here it comes!” “I knew this was going to happen!” “Mmmph…mmmno…mmo, mmease…” Mister Elwood felt a sudden splash of cold as an alcohol swab rubbed across his bare cheek. Then there was the sharp sting of a needle followed by what felt like a warm flow of water spreading outward from his exposed cheek to the rest of his naked body. “There, I think Mister Elwood will be much more cooperative now. Please turn him over onto his back so that he will be comfortable.” Those strong hands manhandled Mister Elwood’s body again to turn him over onto his back again even while the XXXX they gave him was beginning to turn his arms and legs into the flaccid limbs of a big jelly fish. Then he saw the ugly face of Nurse Ellen very close to his. “One more thing Mister Elwood before you begin your XXXX. I want to draw your attention to the silver ring that has been attached to your manhood. We call that ring The Tingler because the inside of it is lined with tiny electrodes. If you approach the door alarm again, the alarm will trigger a rather painful electric shock, and I am sure that you wouldn't want that to happen to you.” “I warned you, they're all Mad Scientists here!” “Yea, just you wait until that Doctor starts modifying your behavior.” “I’m sorry guys, very sorry,” Mister Elwood moaned into his double gag as his eyelids began to feel very heavy. And then, just before he drifted off to XXXX, he thought he could hear laughter and it sounded like Nurse Ellen was laughing at him. Did she laugh at all of her patient’s that way? Mister Elwood didn't know because his nightmare was only just beginning. THE END Mr. Elwood played by John Photography by Caitiff
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Model: Arturo Photography by: Caitiff Date of Production 5/8/2008
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He thought he had escaped from prison.
All he had ot do was sneak into this house, grab some clothes and money, and go.
Too bad the owner was home with other ideas.
Prisoner: Donovan
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/13/2016
20 photos; 4:58 video
Tied Up Officer: Caden
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/11/2016
21 photos; 4:12 video
The Catcher: Hector
Photography: Caitiff
36 photos
Brad was proud of the community volunteer work he did every week in the downtown ghetto. Every Thursday he drove his Volvo from the burbs into the inner city to help disadvantaged youth study for their GEDs. Tonight, one of his favorite students, DeShawn, was coming for some help in American History. Brad prided himself on his patience but tonight's lesson was not going well. He knew that DeShawn wasn't really dumb, he just didn't seem to be able to concentrate, and Brad was slowly getting steamed despite his lofty intentions. "No, DeShawn, Detroit is NOT the capital of the United States", Brad sighed. "Maybe we should start again at the beginning." DeShawn sneered a bit. "Dude, I 'preciate you trying to teach me, but what this jive got to do with me?" "You need to know it to pass your GED," Brad explained patiently, a slight tone of condescension in his voice. "Now, the first president was George Washington...." "Oh, I know him, that's that brutha that invented the peanut," DeShawn interrupted. "Fucking moron," Brad muttered under his breath. What you call me?" DeShawn growled. "Uh..nothing," Brad stuttered, alarmed at the look that came over DeShawn's handsome face. DeShawn's catlike movements were too quick. His fist connected with Brad's jaw, and he scored a knockout. Brad groaned as his head dropped to his chest. "Damn liberal..he needs to learn how real life is here in the hood," DeShawn said to himself as he found some rope and began to bind the XXXX tutor to the swivel chair. After a few minutes, Brad began to come to, and immediately sensed the bindings around his wrists and legs. "What the hell...DeShawn, what are you...MMPPHHH!" DeShawn clamped his hand over the tutor's mouth. "Shut up, white boy! I'm sick of you talkin' down to me!" Brad grunted as he was handgagged and began to struggle against the ropes. How could this be happening? He came down here with only the best intentions to help the wayward youth of the inner city, and now he was tied up! DeShawn removed his hand from Brad's mouth, and replaced it with a bandanna that he tied tightly behind Brad's head. The captive tutor grunted into the gag and tried to plead with his attacker. But the look in DeShawn's eyes had changed. Without saying a word, he placed his hand on Brad's chest and began to massage it. ""Shit, man, you look hot tied up like that!" DeShawn said dreamily. "MMMPPPPHHHH????!!!" Brad responded in alarm. DeShawn ran his hand under Brad's shirt and began to play with his nipples. Brad's cock started to harden in his suit pants as he was played with by his hot student. DeShawn yanked Brad's shirt open and leaned in to suck on his hardening nipples. Brad began to forget the circumstances and go with the flow as he was aroused against his will by the sexy black stud. Brad made feeble grunts into the tight gag as he was XXXX. DeShawn continued feeling up the handsome tutor. There was a sound...the office door was opened. DeShawn looked up to see a man holding a concealed item entering. "What the fu....??" "Shut up, asshole, and put up your hands," the madman growled. He saw Brad bound and gagged and smiled. "Looks like you two have saved me some time." He gestured with the concealed at DeShawn. "On your knees, homeboy!" he ordered. (To be continued...) Brad played by Stan DeShawn played by Sammy Date of Production: 03/03/2006
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Bound Guy played by Christopher Rotton
Bad Guy played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Productrion: 09/11/2024
Tags: gagging, socks, grabbed, bad guy, hand gag, cleave gag, twink
30 photos; 4:59 video
Model: Kris
Photography by Caitiff
Date of production: 09/12/2024
Tags: chair tie, twink, bad guy, cleave gag, socks, grope
30 photos; 3:37 video
Model: Danny
Photography by Caitiff
Date Production: 07/0/2024
Tags: spread eagle, bare foot, stroke, fondled, grope, military, uniform, exposed, stuff gag, otm gag, blindfold
24 photos; 3:25 video
Model: Dmitri
Photography by Marco Caitiff
Date of Productrion: 09/17/2023
tahs: strip, nude, exposed, cleave gag, outdoors
15 photos; 4:42 video
Hero played by Gustavo
Photography by MArco Grieco
See More of Gustavo here
Date of Production: 09/08/2023
Tags: superhro, stripped, chain, tape gag, spandex
33 photos; 4:09 video
Model: Brian
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/20/2024
Tags: cleave gag, outside, outdoors, hopping
18 photos; 3:21 video
Model: Guru
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/05/2024
Tags: cleave gag. socks, twink, shirtless
26 photos; 4:23 video
Model: Adam
Phography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/05/2024
Tags: twink, shirtless, hog tie, bare foot, cleave gag, underwear