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Jock'd
32 photos; 4:23 video
Model: Aaron Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/14/2007 -
Caught With His Pants Down
25 photos; 4:53 video
Bound Guy Played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/18/2019 -
Poor Little Rich Boi by Zac
25 photos; 5:33 video
Kevin was lead down into a dark basement cuffed up and blindfolded. He kept really quiet not wanting to add to his situation. He was grabbed after serving tables where he served good food and wine to high class people... so he thought? Could I done a bad service to these guys? He didn't know but was trying to analyze possible reasons for his sudden XXXX. They sat him down and roped thin tight rope around his boots and torso they seemed to love his tight attire a little too much and often felt his hard pecs and arms while checking the ropes. Kevin though confused and a little scared seemed to like this attention and struggled for them. For XXXXs they seemed to treat him with respect and not too mean like. They even tied his ass up so pretty! He wondered how he looked if he were them. Maybe I should tie up all my other little friends too this feels way hot! But high thoughts of bondage soon plummeted into chaos once they took the blindfold off and quickly gagged his mouth so tight with a fresh white stripe of cleave. They were jocks from class who were known to haze on kids, and he heard they love to tease their victims in odd rituals of bondage or some other form of torture. He was surprised yet scared they picked him next... One of them came down and told him he was caught and suspected of being a rich boi with lots of money from his beloved parents. He always dressed so neat and acted a certain way. He said these types of behavior signal him out for being a rich snob, but Kevin wasn't a snob nor was he wealthy? Yeah he made good fortune at work and was awarded a scholarship but does this make him rich? He feared they have misjudged his roots and will now be stuck here thinking his family can't bail him out? They called his parents and they freaked. They didn't know what to do and feared Kevin would be hurt if they didn't do what they were told. Kevin felt really bad hearing all this and started to struggle even more; he wasn't liking this anymore the cute prank is so over! "Give us the money by midnight or else Kevin gets a round of darts shot at his pretty face!" The jock demanded. Darts? Was he kidding them that sounded really silly I'm sure he is bluffing as I would have suspected XXXXs over darts! Kevin was jumping to conclusions until they actually plastered a big dartboard on his chest... Kevin sat at attention frightened of what they plan to do to him if his parents didn't comply...? "Now now calm down I don't plan to hurt you... well if my aim isn't so bad tonight! HAHAHAHA!!" Kevin's eyes opened so wide and he cried out in protest... "MMMPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!" "HAHA that's the spirit! I was thinking you didn't talk much; now I know to get you going is to give you a little scare hehe..." Kevin had enough but the ropes just got tighter as the bonds dug into his skin as the first dart flung into his chest lucky him it was a bullseye! Next time he may not be so lucky... "MMMPPPPHHHH!!!""Hehe I love it when guys get all shot up in adrenaline; now let's properly check you out!" Kevin was harder than a toothpick now but then felt sad being the toothpick for they can easily break him! I must not think of such things he said to himself they might actually happen! Ugh! Kevin played by Marco
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:08/01/2011
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Basic Training by Fidelis
29 photos; 3:18 video
Ohhhhh. Sergeant Mike Brown tried to rub his aching head. What had happened? He had heard loud music, drunken shouting and smelled doobie. He had gone to investigate, and thenPOW!!! Something had slammed into his jaw, and everything had gone dark. What the fuck? Why were his hands tied together? And his feet? He was going to kick some ass. If those new recruits thought that they could get away with something like this, they had better think again. Once he got his hands on them, those sorry little bastards were going to wish that they were still at home with Mommy to tuck them in.
"You buggers, you come and untie me now!!! "
"Hey, Sarge, you got a problem?"
"You, youI should have known that you were behind this, Creighton. You're in BIG trouble now! I'm gonna rip your balls off!"
"Gee, I'm scared, Sarge. Can't you see me shaking? That's mighty big talk from someone who's all tied up. I'm tired of listening to you. You're spoiling our fun. Open up, Sarge."
"Don't you even think about..GGGGMMMMMMPPHHHH!"
"What's wrong, Sarge? Cat got your tongue? You're not so tough now, all tied up and gagged. Just you sit there like a good Sergeant. You don't want to be a party pooper, do you? The kids are finally having a good time.""GGRRRMMMPHHH." Sergeant Brown fought against the ropes around his hands and feet and knees. That asshole was going to regret the day that he had been born, once Mike was finished with him. He had no idea as to the amount of trouble he was in. Damn, these ropes were tight. Mike kicked at the door in frustration.
"MMMMPHHHH! MMGGUNTIEMMEE." Aaagh, this bandanna was tied in tight. Mike could feel it cutting into the corners of his mouth. He brought his bound hands up to his mouth, but the tape was so tight he couldn't get his fingers under it. If he could get his mouth free, he might be able to work on the ropes with his teeth. Damn, he felt so helpless. He hammered on the door and the walls with his booted feet. There had to be SOMEONE else besides these stoned recruits around.
"You're making an awful lot of noise there, Sarge. You trying to disturb the boys? They're all in an awfully good mood right now. We don't want to spoil the party for them now, do we? Let's make you a little more comfortable."
"MMKEEPGGHFUCKINGGMHANDSMOFFME!"
"There, that's much better. I'm warning you, Sarge. You be a good boy and keep quiet, or you'll be sorry."Fucking punk! Mike pulled at the new ropes that Creighton had added to his bindings. The foul taste in his mouth seemed to be getting worse. Yuck. No matter what he did, he couldn't loosen the gag or the ropes. He howled through the gag. What the hell were those kids on? They were getting louder and louder, hooting and hollering. "Yeah, Creighton, go for it! Bring the bastard in!"
"Hey, Sarge, guess what? The boys want you to join the party. Isn't that nice of them? It seems that they're all kind of frisky and need some release. I mentioned that you were out here, ready and willing to give them what they want. What do you think about that?"
"MMMNNNOOOOO!" Sergeant Brown screamed into his gag as Creighton grabbed his feet and started to drag him towards the room full of horny young men. This couldn't be happening to him! OH SHIT!!!!!THE ENDSarge played by Gene Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 12/07/2007 -
Waking Up by Kirk
18 photos; 3:03 video
It was the last straw. The anger had been building for years. He snapped. Twenty-six year old Eric was livid with rage. He had taken abuse from his older brother Tommy since he was a kid. Tommy would beat the shit out of him. Tommy would jump him, tie him up, and leave him fir hours. As they got older, Tom my would sabotage his dates with his girlfriends, steal and destroy his homework, even call his boss at work and accuse him of stealing parts from the job. Eric moved out when he was sixteen. But Tommy kept ragging him, an obsession to destroy his younger brother at any cost.
And Eric snapped. He had prepared his supplies: Rope and Duct tape. He had no remorse, no second thoughts. It would be murder. Simple murder. Yet, revenge. Ultimate revenge. Eric got to Tommy’s house knowing his Saturday morning routine: his boy friend would be drunk and crashed out from the night, and good boy Tommy would do the house cleaning. Eric crawled through the basement window with the broken lock and waited.
Eric remembered. It had been the last straw. He was sixteen and Tommy jumped him when he got home from school. Eric had put up a good fight but his brother was stronger and soon had his wrists tied behind his back. Eric struggled as his brother stripped him and bound him. Gagged and blindfolded, Tommy dumped the naked bound boy in the back of his car and drove at 1 AM to the high school football filed where he dumped his kid brother at the 40 yard line. Eric struggled for hours until he finally got free and walked home at 4 AM naked through the streets. Completely humiliated but grateful nobody had seen him, he left that night.Eric hit him. Hit him hard. Tommy, carrying the laundry basket down the stairs slumped to the floor. Eric looked at his brother, hatred welling up in side of him. He lifted his unconscious brother and put him in a chair. Eric was breathing heavy. His heart was exploding in his chest as he crossed Tommy’s wrists behind him and began to bind them. It felt good, very good as he pulled with all his might at the rope tying his brother’s hands. “You roped mine so fuckin tight I had rope burn for days,” he spoke to his brother, who was moaning and awaking. Eric quickly neutralized his brother legs and feet, and roped his arms and legs to the chair. He liked it, the feeling of control he finally had over Tommy, who just awoke and begin to get his bearings and test his ropes.
“What the fuck are you doing? Get me out of these ropes or I will beat the shit out of you your worthless pile of shit!” Eric grabbed his brother by the throat with one hand and shoved his hand over his mouth with another. “You are going to die today you mother fucker!” Tommy began to buck his body at the ropes as Eric shoved a sock from the basked down his Tommy’s throat and tapped gagged him. Tommy began to squirm in the chair and bang it around and cursed under his gag, but Eric had been planning to rope his brother for years and Tommy was going nowhere.
Tommy helplessly watched as Eric put the clothes in the washing machine. He set the cycle for 30 minutes. As the clothes began to wash, Eric spent the half hour getting revenge on his brother. He beat and kicked the bound man as Tommy, defiant with rage; gag mumbled how he planned to kill Eric when he got free. The buzzer sounded, and Eric moved the wet cloths to the gas dryer.
“You kill me. You have it wrong, mother fucker! I kill you - you son of a bitch!” Tommy, now sweat covered from his struggles and abuse, watched as Eric unhooked the gas line from the back of the dryer. Soon Tommy smelled the natural gas filling the room.
“It should take some time. This is a big room. I’ll be watching for the explosion!”
Eric left. Tommy went ballistic. He was terrified and fought his bindings, moving the chair all around the room. The gas kept escaping from the cloth’s dryer. Tommy was screaming, hoping his boy friend would hear, but the gag made it impossible. He finally slumped and began to sob in the ropes, shaking in fear.
The gas hissing stopped.
Eric shoved his head through the window.
“You are dead meat. You will not know when or where. You are dead meat.”
Eric left helpless Tommy slumped and defeated bound and gagged.
Tommy played by Micky O'SheaEric played by SammyPhotography by CaitiffDate of Production: 02/03/2007 -
Roy Toy
25 photos
Model: Roy Photographer: Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/16/2002
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Exchange Student by Kirk
30 photos
Nicoli was daydreaming in class. English Literature. Boring. The twenty-three year old exchange student from Eastern Europe was enjoying all his new friends. He had been in New York City for only two weeks, but the city was “his.” Beside, his roommate, Tommy, was a native. The two dudes bonded at once. Both we at NYU and had a rental near Washington Square. He had shared his family’s hardships of the past with Tommy. He remembered as a boy the “secret police.” How they had come into his home and took all the males and tied them up. Nicoli was only a boy, but still could feel his anger at the ropes as he struggled to help his brothers and father who were helpless and being tortured for information. He still defiantly had a rope scar on his wrist from where he fought to get free and help his unconscious family. “If I was ever tied up again,” he told Tommy, I would brake free! Nothing can hold me tied. I hope it happens some time” Tommy smiled. He had not told Nicoli he liked tied up games.Nicoli was helpless as his captors finished restraining him. “Now we prepare the box.” “The box????” Nicoli helplessly mumbled. “Yes, Nicoli. See we have a large wooden box. I will tie you up into a little ball. You’ll be XXXXed and put in the box, taken to the airport and by private jet returned home. Your brothers should have been broken by torture when you arrive, and they will have the pleasure of watching you executed! They began to drill air holes in the box. Another rag was placed around Nicoli’s eyes. He heard scuffing sounds, and then all was quiet.
Nicoli needed a brake from the class. Tommy would know a good place to hang out with nice friends and good beer. Nicoli darted from class before it was over and made it to the apartment. It was a town house, with only he and his roomie living in it, a nice part of Greenwich Village, somewhat isolated even for the center of New York City. Nicoli unlocked the door and keyed in the alarm when a hand came around his mouth holding a rag with a bad smell. Nicoli struggled but began to fade out. He heard voices in his native tongue, and could make out the figure of Tommy: bound and gagged. Nicoli fought the rag, but soon there was only darkness.
He slowly awoke. He felt his head splitting and moved his hands to his brow, but soon found his wrists had been restrained. Feeling with his fingers, he discovered that they had been secured with rope tightly behind his back. He still smelled the odor of XXXX, and as he tried to speak, he realized that the rag that XXXX him out had become a gag preventing him from speaking. As he focused his eyes, he realized that Tommy had been made helpless. His roommate was sitting in a chair. From his angle Nicoli could see that Tommy’s wrists had been roped behind the chair and pulled up high to bind with his bent back neck. His biceps were roped to the chair sides. His feet were pulled back to the chair’s back legs and roped. Each thigh was tied to the chair. Ropes circled his chest, making his muscular frame highlight his sweat soaked white undershirt. Tommy was also gagged with a rag, but a second rag was blindfolding him.
“So Nicoli, you like your new home? “ Nicoli cursed his captors, but only mpffffedd sound came forth in his native language. “Well, not for long Nicoli. We are taking you back home where you and your family will face charges of treason.” Nicoli filled with anger and once again found himself tied up by the secret police. It was like a dream and they produced more rope and began to bind his legs and feet. He began to fight as they pulled his arms behind him and roped off his elbows. “Don’t struggle or your American friend gets it!” Nicoli relaxed his arms as they were tied off, watching his captors trace the barrel of a XXXX around Tommy’s sweat soaked face-Tommy’s chest heaving in the ropes from his fear.
Nicoli figured his captors had left. He had to break free and save Tommy. Ignoring his blindfold and gag, Nicoli bucked in the ropes. He remembered how, when he was a kid, he endured the pain as he sawed his wrists free. Loosing no time, he once again began twisting his wrists. Slowly, so slowly, yet his fingers finally reached a knot. Fumbling and sweating, he worked the knot and got his wrists free. Freeing his legs he pulled the blindfold off his eyes. The chair with Tommy was gone! Where did they take him? Finally unroped, Nicoli went to the kitchen to get a knife as a weapon where he found Tommy and his two captors sitting around the table drinking beers. At once they began to laugh at Nicoli’s perplexed look.
“Well you said you could break out of anything you were tied up in? And you wished you had a chance to try. We just wanted to give you a challenge and a little good old USA initiation!” Nicoli soon realized that it was a practical joke. He noticed Tommy’s arms: roped burned. He looked at his own wrists and saw the same. “Yeah, Nicoli, these buddies of mine are XXXXs for hire. Makes cool fun at parties.” Nicoli joined the laughter and the beer. And before the night was over, he and Tommy had been roped, back-to-back, legs bent and tied, and were struggling to get out of a wooden box.The EndNicoli played by Finest Young Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 08/07/2006 -
Snip and Tuck by John
42 photos; 2:19 video
Jarred watched his playmate Chris struggle against the ropes with an evil grin on his face. Jarred and Chris had been getting together regularly for about a year now and tieing up each other for the fun of it. Jarred was amused at his handy work today though.
by John
“Damn, I’ve outdone myself this time!” Jarred said, “Looks like reading all those boy scout books along with the Bound & Gagged magazines has finally paid off!”
“MMMMPPPPFFFUCKMOFF” Chris struggled to get the words
out of his mouth, but he could only grunt out so much with that big green ball gag stuffed down his throat. Jarred just sat in the corner and laughed.
“Here, roll over, I need to try out my hog-tie skills on ya now.” Jarred said. And with that, Chris was on his stomach with his legs being pulled back towards his head
“MMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHFFFOUCH” screamed Chris.
Jarred was a bit of a sadistic fucker, and Chris knew this, as he almost covered his arms with rope, it seemed to Chris that Jarred was never gonna finish tieing the rope.
Jarred moved in closer to Chris and grabbed his face and said “Now don’t get scared but I really don’t like those underwear and that t-shirt you are wearing. So I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to get rid of them for you!” Chris nor Jarred had ever been naked in front of each other before. They had never gone past just being in their underwear. Just the thought of being naked in front of his friend made Chris start to get hard. Of course, Jarred saw this and grabbed his cock and said “WOW! Looks like someone is getting a little excited.”
*SNIP* *SNIP* Chris was getting pissed at Jarred now because his mother had just bought him this new underwear, and now his friend was cutting them off.
“Oh, well lookie here!”
“MMMMMMMMMMMM” moaned Chris.
“Damn bro, you got quite a cock on you.” Chris was harder than he had ever been before. For some reason being tied up and now naked in front of his good friend Jarred for the first time, was really turning him on. But of course, Jarred being the sadistic fucker that he was said “Well let’s get you back on your stomach so I’m not tempted to play with that cock of yours bro!” And with that, Chris was back on his stomach with his bare ass now up in the air. Chris was starting to worry though. He knew that he had liked guys, but was hoping that Jarred wasn’t going to take advantage of him now that he was naked. He wanted the first time with a guy to be a special one, not one where he was tied up and struggling to get out of his ropes. As Chris started to think more about this, he began struggling to get out of the ropes that were confining him and felt like their grip was getting tighter and tighter. Chris finally managed to get back on his backside and of course, Jarred laughed once again as he held Chris’ cock in his hand. “Damn Mister, Your cock isn’t goin
soft yet!” “MMMMRRRRRPPPFFFFWAIT” Chris yelled
“You are probably thinking up some sick perverted way that you want me to play with you while you are helpless.” Jarred said to Chris. This could be farther from the truth.
Chris, finally exhausted from struggling against his ropes and was eager to get of the bondage, looked at Jarred with the cutest puppy eyes he could muster up. “What? You think that is gonna get you out bro?” said Jarred. “You’re gonna have to get free like you always do man!” “MMMMMMPPPPPPRRRRRFFFFFSHITHEAD!” moaned Chris as Jarred slapped some white duct tape over his mouth and eyes.
“Now you can?t give me that look anymore bro. I almost felt sorry for you there for a second. NOT!” said Jarred as he laughed at his friend.
“I’ll be back later to check and see if you are free yet. I’ve worked up quite an appetite laughing and sitting there watching you struggle. I’m gonna go grab a quick bite to eat.” As Jarred said walking out of the room and leaving poor Chris there defenseless and naked with his cock still hard.FinChris played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/29/2004 -
Cuffed Cop
30 photos; 4:18 video
Cuffed Cop played by Rex
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production : 07/13/2019
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Put In Storage
28 photos; 4:44 video
Victim played by Dominic
Phootgraphy by Caitiff
Date of ProductionL 08/03/2012 -
Internal Rope and Gag Service
20 photos; 4:22 video
Cont'd from "Golden Opportunity" Joey and I sat and wondered how were going to get out of this. The sound of his feet thumping against the wall could be heard through the air vent. We sat and stared at each other in silence. I knew what he was thinking how could let his get so out of hand. I yawned with exhaustion and tried wipe away the adhesive from my mouth. Joey decided to check on our guest as I peeked down from the top of the stairs. The poor agent was still using every ounce of his strength to struggle free. I was guilt ridden at the fact that I knew he was worried about me. I watched as his eyes followed Josh’s every move. He tried desperately to plead with him through his taped mouth. Josh checked the ropes and began to peculiarly run his hand over the agent’s body. The agent struggled with shock and a rush of testosterone. Josh ripped open his shirt as I watched in utter shock. The agent’s eyes widened with fear and Josh began to walk away. “MMMPPPHHHH you asshole let me go”, he screamed as he manipulated the tape off his mouth. “Look I told you to be good and nothing would happen to you”, Josh screamed. “Where is Mr. Jimenez what have you done with him”, he yelled. It was like a dagger to my heart knowing he was worried about me and I was the one doing this to him. He began to say something else when Josh XXXX the agent’s tie between his teeth gagging him tightly. He stroked his hand over the agent’s hairy chest. I ran back into the living room. “Josh what the hell were you doing down there”, I asked. “I was just making sure he was comfortable”, he said. I gave him a curious look and decided to get back to business. Just as I was coming up with the next part of my plan a faint thumping came from the basement stairs. I jumped up and hid behind the door. Josh opened the door and through the opening I could see the agent on the bottom stair trying to climb his way up. Josh turned grabbed a chair and made his way down. I whispered to him to stop but he ignored me. I peeked down and watched as Josh pulled the agent up and dragged him to the chair. He sat him down and to add insult to injury added duct tape to his already silenced mouth. Josh came upstairs and said he was leaving. He no longer wanted to be part of this. He said to pretend I broke free and go down and untie him. He slammed the door and I stood dumfounded and scared. I sat by the basement door and waited. I watched as he squirmed and tugged at his ropes. He stomped his socked feet on the hard basement floor hoping for relief. I watched as the ropes hugged his body and dug into his bare chest. He rolled his head back and forth hoping to remove the gag that had kept him silent for the past hour. I sat guilt ridden as sweat gathered on his forehead and rolled down his face making its way over his exposed nipples and down hisstomach. He grunted with every turn and pull. His frustration was apparent, but his stamina was unrelenting. I decided I needed to set the scene. I placed knotted rope and strips of tape around a kitchen chair. I ran down the stairs and his eyes widened with excitement. I untied his and removed the gag. I told him he left and I broke free. He stood exhausted and suggested we call the cops. I told him I already had and they would be here soon. We walked upstairs and sat. I rehearsed the story over and over in my head. When the cops left the agent decided I had suffered enough and gave me a get out of jail free card from the IRS. Unfortunately for me the cops unveiled my plan and there was no get out of jail free card for that. The Agent played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 06/19/2009 -
You've Been Benched by Soft Touch
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“Hello Blake.”
Referee Blake had been busy looking for his silver whistle so he was surprised to see two strange men in his private locker room. Both of them were really big men like ex-football players or something. One of them had his hair cut in a severe crew-cut and the other had a big gold tooth in his smile.
“Is there something I can do for you?” Referee Blake asked politely.
“Yea,” Crew Cut drawled. We sent you a letter, but I guess we forgot to stamp it.”
“You were told that the Marmadots were supposed to lose,” Gold Tooth moved closer to Blake.
“But you just kept on handing out them red cards and benching our Tweelers until they lost,” Crew Cut drawled as he moved around behind Blake.
“Listen, this locker room is private. If you have any questions about any calls I’ve made, you need to take those up with the main office,” Blake explained nervously as he tried to keep his eyes on both of the big men.
“No, we’re taking it up with you!” Crew Cut growled as he suddenly pinned both of Blake’s arms behind his back.
“Take your hands off of me! I’ll call security!”
“Go ahead and call,” Gold Tooth smiled as he moved close to Blake’s chest. “Call as loud as you like.”
Blake opened his mouth to call for help, but as soon as he did Gold Tooth mashed a damp cloth over his face and, as soon as Blake took a deep breath to yell, all sorts of sweet numbing fumes rushed into his nose and mouth.
The next thing Blake knew he was being propelled toward the door by the two big men. He tried to struggle and he tried to tell them to stop, but those sweet fumes kept filling up his head until he felt as light as a balloon.
When Blake’s vision cleared again, he was sitting in the back seat of somebody’s car and being wedged in by Crew Cut and Gold Tooth sitting on either side of him. Part of his brain was trying to protest that this couldn’t be happening to him while the rest of his brain was trying to tell him that now his hands had been tied together in front of him, his mouth had been stuffed full of cloth, and now Crew Cut was holding his mouth shut while a smiling Gold Tooth was plastering strips of adhesive tape all over his mouth and chin and cloth-bulged cheeks.
“What are you doing to me?” Blake tried to ask, but all he could make was a frightened moan way back in his throat.
“Just sit back and enjoy the ride,” Crew Cut growled at him.
Then that damp cloth was being held over Blake’s nose again and he had no choice but to breathe more and more of the dizzying sweet fumes until –
The next thing Blake knew he was awake, but he couldn’t see because more of that adhesive tape had been plastered over his eyes. And he was being pulled along by his tied hands and walking, but he couldn’t see where he was going. Then he heard a door open and a door close and he guessed that he was now inside of someplace, but inside of someplace where?
“Please let me go,” Blake moaned behind his taped-over lips.
“Sounds like some kind of sick cow,” Gold Tooth laughed.
“Yea, maybe the Boss will let us milk him later,” Crew Cut taunted.
Then they pushed Blake’s body down on the hard floor and they were none too gentle as they tied his wrists to his crossed ankles.
“Okay Referee Blake, you just sit right there while we make a phone call.”
Blake listened to their heavy footsteps going away from him and he waited until he was pretty sure that he was alone. Then he began twisting his wrists against the harsh ropes and he tried to pull his hands free from his ankles, but the ropes still held him tight until he heard those heavy footsteps coming back toward him. “So what did the Boss say?” Blake heard Gold Tooth say. “Can we start milking him now?”
“No the Boss is coming over. He wants to handle Referee Blake personally. That’s not good news for you Blake. The Boss must be really pissed at you.”
Suddenly a searing pain ripped across Blake’s forehead and eyelids as the tape was pulled off of his eyes. Then he blinked his tears away and looked up to see the smiling Crew Cut and Gold Tooth standing over him.
“Maybe you won’t be able to hand out your little red cards so easy if the Boss breaks both your arms,” Gold Tooth sneered down at him.
“Or maybe he’ll break your jaw so you won’t find it so easy to go blowing your silver whistle when we don’t want you to,” Crew Cut smiled like he was enjoying that thought.
“Yea, but if it was me, I’d break both your legs so you couldn’t do no running around at all,” Gold Tooth sounded really enthusiastic about that idea.
“Maybe, but we’ll let the Boss decode all that. Right now Blake you’re going to stay in this room, and you’re going to stay quiet. Any trouble from you and I promise we’ll hit you with something a lot harder than a red card.”
Cold fear ran down Blake’s back and made his whole body shiver as he realized that he was now in the hands of two or three maniacs. He had to get out of here!
Blake strained and struggled and fell all over the floor. Each time he fell, he would freeze and listen for the sound of the two big bruisers coming back. Then he had to admit that there was no way he was going to get free of these ropes by himself. He had to have help.
Blake struggled back up onto his knees. Then he held his tied hands out in front of him as far as he could. And then he leaned his body forward and dragged his knees up to where his hands were. Then he started the slow painful process all over again. It hurt and he knew that he looked like some kind of ridiculous frog, but it was the only way he could think of to get out of here as he inched his body closer and closer to an unguarded door.
Finally he reached the door. Then he had to undergo another painful process of rubbing his taped mouth up against the door knob until he finally got it to turn enough to release the door. Then he nosed the door open with his nose and—
Suddenly there was a loud cheer and a burst of laughter coming from the other room where it sounded like Crew Cut and Gold Tooth were enjoying the game.
Blake didn’t want any more to do with them so he slipped through the open door. Then he frog-hopped and frog-hopped away.THE ENDBlake played by Johhny
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/27/2005
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Going No Where
31 photos; 4:10 video
Model: Chad
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/03/2013 -
Jake's Wake Up Call by Kurt
25 photos; 7:18 video
Jake was still a little stunned. Fifteen minutes ago, he'd been having a nice afternoon XXXX, and now he was sitting up on his bed, staring at a stranger who was pointing a XXXX at him. He'd been having a great dream when he had started to feel something odd. A strange feeling of constriction had wrenched him out of his dream, and as he struggled to wake up, he slowly realized his hands were pinned behind his back. He struggled to jerk himself upright, and glancing down at his chest he saw bands of bright red rope tied tightly around his upper body. He tried to pull his hands forward but realized that they were securely webbed behind his back. As his eyes focused, he saw the strange figure sitting in a chair facing him. "What the...who are you?" Jake demanded.
"No noise," the stranger answered calmly.
"What do you mean, no noise? Get the hell out of my place!" Jake barked. The stranger let out a soft sigh and reached into a backpack that stood on the floor. Jake's eyes widened as he saw him pull out a large roll of red duct tape, the exact same color as the ropes that bound him. The stranger stood and approached him. Jake tried his best to shrink away, but with his upper body tied, his balance was off. The stranger, who was tall and strong looking, pinned Jake down with one forearm while tearing off a strip of the tape. "No! Ple....mmpppphhh!" Jake's plea was cut off by the strip of tape plastered over his mouth. He moaned as another strip was laid over the first, then another, gripping his jaw and face in its firm grasp. "I said 'No noise'", the stranger said calmly. He turned and grasped Jake's jeans- covered legs in his large hands and began to tie them together with the tape. As the tape grew tighter and tighter on his legs, Jake realized that he was helpless. "That should hold you for a while", the stranger said, rising from the bed. Jake watched in amazement as he left the bedroom. As soon as he left, Jake began struggling against his bonds. The ropes were tight, and his legs were wrapped in the cocoon of tape. Grunting and moaning, Jake began to sweat as he struggled, not making any progress at all. After about 10 minutes, the bedroom door opened. The stranger stepped into the room and looked down at his bound and gagged captive. Jake grunted defiantly at his captor,but this only seemed to amuse him. A sly smile came onto his face, sending chills down Jake's spine. "You know, you look pretty damn cute trussed up and gagged like that", the stranger said. "Cute feet, too." Feet? What the hell....? Jake cringed as the burly stranger reached down and grabbed at his exposed bare feet. He bucked as the first sensation of tickling shot through his soles as the stranger pawed them playfully. The last thing he wanted to do was laugh in this situation, but the excruciating tingles that raged through his body gave him no choice. With his mouth tightly gagged, his laughing and protesting merged together into an unintelligible sound. Twisting and turning, Jake was helpless as the captor tormented him. It was one thing to be robbed, tied up and gagged, but this personal contact was humiliating and infuriating. Jake moaned as loudly as he could, but he knew how thick the brick walls of his loft were, and that no one would hear him even if he wasn't gagged. Jake gasped, trying to catch his breath as the vicious tickle attack suddenly stopped. But his relief was short-lived as the stranger's hand gripped his swollen package. Jake closed his eyes and whimpered. The first thing he'd do once he was untied was get those old locks replaced! The End Jake played by JMZ
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:03/13/2010 -
After Work by JMZ
23 photos; 3:50 video
I was in real trouble. I needed to find a way to get out of this mess. I’ve worked all these years to build up my business and in an instant it was all going to be taken away. I knew I had taken a few liberties with my tax returns, but I was assured that it would all be okay. Then the letter arrived from the IRS stating I was going to audited. I met with the agent and my world began to fall apart. He tediously went over every receipt and log to find any discrepancies. He was rude and condescending, but I figured I would still give him the benefit of the doubt. Halfway through the meeting he mentioned he would need to come back the next day to finish up. He also mentioned to enjoy my house now because it wouldn’t be mine for long. I was terrified. I begged him to please cut me a break; I would do whatever it took to fix everything I may have taken liberties with. He chuckled at me and told me he would be back tomorrow. I stayed up all night wondering what was going to happen. I could loose everything. In my panicked state I decided to take action. I figured if I could just talk to the auditor and explain my side of things he would listen and have sympathy for me. The trouble was he had been so rude and unrelenting. I just needed to get him to listen. In my panicked state I decided I would need to take extreme measures. He XXXX on the door around one in the afternoon. I stood behind it and yelled out for him to come in. He walked in and jumped on him. I covered his face with a XXXX drenched rag. The shock of what was happening to him caused him to fight me hard. He elbowed me in the gut but I wasn’t letting go. He screamed loudly through the rag but his screams quickly turned to whimpers and he was out. What had I done? I just XXXXed a government agent and now I was in real trouble. I decided that the audit was now the least of my problems. I was going to lose everything and now I was going to go to prison. My plan needed to change quickly. I dragged him through the house and tied him up. I tied his arms tightly to his body and subdued his hand tightly behind his back. I removed his shoes and laid him in the basement. I went upstairs and paced frantically. I decided I needed to get out of this and I would need help. I called my best friend and told him the story, after a long silence he was on his way. After some thought we decided to kill two birds with one stone, we would stage a robbery. We loaded all my valuables into his car, if I was going to lose my house I wasn’t going to let the IRS take my valuables as well. We heard his screams from the basement and we hatched part two of the plan. He tied my hands behind my back tight and taped my mouth shut. I mmppphhed at him to put on the ski mask and he lead me to the basement. The agent was wide awake and struggling to break free.The sight of me also tied with taped over my mouth surprised him. “What the hell is going on”, he screamed. “You two just need to be out of the way while I do a little shopping upstairs boys”, my friend yelled. “Mr. Jimenez are you okay”, he asked? I nodded and mmmppphhhed to him. “ I don’t need you two trying to help each other, I think I’ll take you with me, you need to show me where you keep the good stuff my friend”, Joey said giving a an academy award winning performance. “Don’t hurt us, you son of bmmmmmpppphhh”, he screamed as Joey slapped duct tape across his lips. He mmpphhed and struggled as his ankles and knees were roped. He stood and tried to hop away as I mmppphhed and struggled in unison. Joey pushed him to the mattress and tied his feet with more rope. Next Joey grabbed me and began to lead me back upstairs. The agent jerked and struggled as the door was closed behind us. Once upstairs I was untied and tape ripped off my mouth. We sat and began to brainstorm about what to do next. To be Continued The Agent played by Mike
The Attacker played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 06/19/2009
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Guard Duty by Fidelis
28 photos
Guard Duty"GGGLLMMPHH!!! GGMPPHATCHAMDOING? MMMHEEELPP!"
by Fidelis
"What’s the matter, soldier boy? Cat got your tongue? Ha ha ha, I like that one. Don’t you think it’s funny?"
"MMMPHHHH! GGGMMUUUCRAZYMFUCKR!"
Damn, Zeke thought. He knew that he shouldn’t have had that little XXXX, but nothing had happened the previous times when he had enjoyed a little snooze while on duty. The endless pacing back and forth guarding this supposedly top secret site got really, really boring after a while. Looking at trees all day long wasn’t much fun, and he never saw a single soul come or go from the facility. He had been here for a month, and so far as he knew there hadn’t been a single visitor. He had got into the habit of snatching a little shut-eye from time to time, and no one had caught him, until now. He had been rudely awakened from a very pleasant dream by a XXXX being shoved into his face. A guy dressed in black, with a black ski mask over his face held the XXXX. He had a couple of companions with him, laden with lethal looking hardware. It had them just a minute to truss Zeke up, making him look like a big sausage. Zeke had attempted to tell them that was against only regulations, but they had just laughed, and one of them had taken a bandanna from his pocket, tied a big knot in it, and shoved it into Zeke’s protesting mouth. Then the bastard had tied it really tight, until Zeke felt his cheeks bulging over the strip of cloth.
"GMMMCANTMMDOMTHIS!"
"You bet I can, soldier boy. You snooze, you lose. Ha ha ha, I like that one. Don’t you think it’s funny? By the way, why don’t you take another snooze, since you’re so fond of XXXXping? We’ve got some business to conduct here."
"MOOMMMPHHHH!" Zeke lay on the dirty old concrete, whimpering into his gag. Being pushed down like that had hurt a lot, especially since he was all trussed up. Zeke didn’t want to take another XXXX. XXXXping had got him into this situation in the first place. He had to get free and get back to the base, and get help. The bad guys were undoubtedly romping around the top-secret site, causing mischief. It was Zeke’s patriotic duty to get free and perhaps save his country. Hmm, yes, he would be a hero! The President would pin a medal on him, and he would make him Mom so happy. That is, if no one found out about the XXXXs. Fueled by dreams of fame and fortune, Zeke began struggling against the ropes. Gee, he thought, those guys were really good with the knots. He wasn’t making any headway in getting his hands loose. Perhaps he should try to untie his feet, and then he could run for help.
After what seemed like hours, Zeke yelled through his gag in frustration. He thought that he had dislocated his shoulder in his efforts to reach the rope around his feet, and he was soaked with sweat and extremely uncomfortable. He couldn’t find any position to lie that didn’t cause some part of his body to hurt. And to add insult to injury, he had hadn’t been able to loosen his ropes at all. He had even tried rubbing the knots against the concrete, but all that he had managed to do was to rub all the skin off his hands. He realized that he wasn’t going to get himself free – somehow he had to reach someone who would untie him. He began inching along the path, wondering how long it would take him to find help. He was tired and hungry and thirsty, but he was determined to get help.
"Going somewhere, soldier boy?"
Zeke had been so intent on his belly crawl, that he hadn’t noticed the masked men come bounding out of the woods. They stood around him laughing, obviously in a good mood, as they nudged him with their booted feet, and made unkind comments about his condition. "We can’t have you going anywhere, soldier boy, not just yet. Why don’t we make you just a wee bit comfier?"
"GGGMNOOOOO! NOTMMMORE! MMPLLLEEEZZZ" The bad guys ignored Zeke’s muffled pleas as they hogtied him. Things became even worse when Zeke was blindfolded. He was left lying on his stomach, hogtied, gagged and blindfolded. Zeke was totally freaked out by not being able to see. He redoubled his efforts to get free, but it was all in vain. The pain in his shoulders was even worse, now that his hands were tied to his feet. To make matters worse, the cruel villains had pulled down his bandanna gag, stuffed a disgusting tasting rag into his mouth, and then retied the bandanna even tighter than it had been before. His blindfold was so tight he was seeing red. Zeke managed to sit up, even though he was hogtied, but then he fell over, hitting his head. Everything went black. His last thought before he passed out was how he had failed to save his country from the bad guys. Zeke was finally released when his relief for guard duty showed up. It wasn’t until later that he found out that the ‘bad guys’ were really journalists from a tabloid, and that the top secret site that he had been guarding was really the secret love nest of a very highly placed politician.The endZeke played by Gurth
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:07/11/2003 -
Red Black
32 photos; 4:17 video
Model: Simon
Phoptography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/17/2008 -
Prisoner 1203
25 photos; 6:59 video
Prisoner 1203 played by Remy
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 07/23/2019
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Bear In His Underwear
27 photos; 5:17 video
Model: Rex
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 07/13/2019 -
Snug as a Bug by Nick007
26 photos; 5:19 video
This had to been the worst day of Rex's life. He must have blacked out. He was wrapped up tightly in what felt like a rug. He could feel the ropes wrapped around his wrists, legs, and chest. Rex started to remember what he was doing earlier that day and how he got himself into this situation. He was at the gym doing his normal routine. He ran a couple miles, used the exercise bike, and lifted weights. After his work out he was in the locker room and took his shower. He walked to his locker, put his boxers on and his tank top, when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. As he fell to the ground, he looked behind him and saw a man holding a lead pipe. Everything went dark. Suddenly, Rex felt hands on the rug as they rolled him over and over until a flash of light blinded him. His eyes adjusted to the light. He saw a man standing over him. He was wearing jeans, boots, and a black hoodie. A black bandana covered his face. Rex had no idea who this guy was, but knew he didn’t like the look in his eyes, especially when the man started to put his hands on him. The man's hands explored various parts of Rex's body. “You're probably wondering what's going on.” the man said. Rex responded his an angry grunt, unable to speak though the bandana gag and layers of duct tape covering his mouth. “Well let's just say your gym etiquette got you in this situation.” Rex thought and thought about what happened but couldn't think of anything that could have been considered wrong in the gym world. The man could tell that Rex was confused. “You probably don’t even think you did anything wrong.” the man said as he gave Rex's nice ass a good hard spanking. “Typical. Well, while you were running on the track, you XXXX over a very handsome man. You didn’t even stop to help him up. Just kept on running. Then on the exercise bicycle, you didn’t even wipe down the equipment as sweating all over it. And the final straw was when you were lifting weights. That man that you XXXX over, came over to use the weights and you tossed him a 20 lb weight at him to “catch”. It XXXX him over again. You laughed, called him a pussy, and went on your way.” Rex thought to himself. “Yeah, a normal day at the gym. You don’t like it go to another gym.” “I can tell by the look on your face,” the man said, “that you don’t even think you did something wrong. Well what you didn’t realize is that the man you XXXX over not once but twice has ties with a certain particular mafia. The Gay Mafia, in fact. So he sent a request to our leader, Elton, and his request was approved. So here I am, to teach you a lesson. Plus I get to have a lot of fun with every inch of your body. So it's a win win for everyone.”Rex struggled against the ropes but to no avail. The man began tickling him and Rex followed with uncontrollable laughter. After what seemed like an hour of non stop torture, the man walked away and said “Now don’t go anywhere. I'm going to get a few more toys to play with. You just sit there and think about how to be a better person.” The man left the room. Rex, now fully pissed off, struggled against the ropes even harder now. However the knots were too tight. He was going no where. The End. Model: Rex
Mysterious Man: Nick007 Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:02/19/2014 -
Red Ball Gag
23 photos; 2:59 video
Model: Aaron Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 05/15/2007
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The Letter by John
28 photos
The LetterIt was late Wednesday afternoon when John O’Malley received a XXXX on his hotel room door. The man at the door, wearing a long, black trench coat and black pants and shoes handed him an envelope and said “Follow the instructions inside and no one will get hurt.”
by John
You see, John O’Malley plays futbol or as we Americans know it “soccer” for the Irish national team. His team is inParisright now playing a tournament and has made it to the final round where they are supposed to play the German national team on Friday.
John proceeded to open up the envelope the stranger had given him inside there was a letter.
Wednesday, June 23, 2004.
To Whom It May Concern:
We have taken your star Forward, Michael O’Brien, and are holding him at an undisclosed location. Our demands are simple.
1) You don’t come looking for him.
2) You tell the media that he is too sick to play the game on Friday and we will return him after the tournament is over.
Now of course John immediately thought that this had to be the doing of the German national team or at least someone associated with them or a crazy fan of theirs that wanted to make sure they won the tournament. You see, with a win at this tournament the German national team would be the top seed going into the World Cup tournament. John continued to read the
letter...
We have enclosed some pics for your “enjoyment” just to know that we are not joking around with this. Please take us seriously or else you will never see your star Forward again!
Sincerely,
Fan O’Socker
John pulled all of the pictures out of the envelope and was amazed at what he saw. He couldn’t believe that they had taken his best friend and tied him up like that and were holding him hostage. And to make matters even worse they had an “Eringo Braugh” blanket in the background. Was this the Germans? Or was it possibly an Irish Conspiracy??The End?Micheal O’Brian played by Lyle
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 06/22/2004 -
Stuck by Ogre
31 photos; 3:15 video
Bill was having his usual Sunday afternoon. His roommate, Troy, had bound him up and done what he could to make sure Bill wasn't going anywhere. This week Troy had gotten creative and bound only Bill's arms and one ankle to the bed.
There was plenty of tickling and giggling involved in the situation, as usual, and Bill was really beginning to have himself a good time. Tory was, too. He put Bill's arms around himself, giving him a false sense of security. He grabbed an ankle and bound it as well, pulling the rope taut to the bottom of the bed. There wasn't any getting away from the tickling this time!
Troy went to town on Bill's foot. Bill, of course, squealed and thrashed and started yelling. "Dammit, Troy!" he shouted at one point. "I'm going to get you when I get out of this!"
Troy just laughed at his friend. "Oh really? What if I don't let you out?" He grinned widely and flipped Bill over onto his stomach for a good bit of spanking as well, to teach Bill to open his big mouth!
Bill yelped, immediately sorry he'd cursed at his roommate. "Ow! I'm sorry, I give! Uncle!!!" He twisted this way and that buy Troy kept on smacking his ass.After a few more minutes of this, Troy stood up. "You know, Bill, I really could use a beer. You want a beer? I think you do. But we don't have any here, unfortunately. I'll run to the store and get us some. I'll be back." He turned for the door.
Bill was horrified! "How could you... You wouldn't... Don't leave me here like this, Troy!!!" He was mortified at the thought of being trapped, unable to get free from the bed without a long time working at the knots. His friend shrugged. "Well, I'll see you when I get back."
Bill started to curse at him again but thought better of it. Troy left the room and as Bill heard the front door close he began to panic. "Troy! Troooyyyy! Don't leave me like this! Dammit!"
He started to struggle, trying desperately to get his arms free but couldn't. He thought he might be able to reach his ankle to get that free but after a few minutes of twisting and leaning he was exhausted and fell back on the bed. All the tickling and laughing and spanking had left him spent and without energy enough to struggle.
He started to doze off and absently thought to himself that hopefully Troy would be home when he woke up.
He was awakened by the sound of the front door opening. "Troy! Get down here!" He had no idea how long he'd been aXXXX but he knew his body was becoming uncomfortable. He hoped Troy would let him out soon.
There were footsteps up the stairs and When Bill turned to look it was some strange man who had come in! Bill stared for a moment as the stranger pulled out a XXXX and pointed at him. "Don't make a sound, boy, or I'll shoot you right there. You don't look like you're going anywhere just yet, but I'm going to make sure of it." He grabbed some rope off the floor that Troy had left out and the next thing Bill knew he was tied even worse. His neck and other ankle were now attached to the ends of the bed!
The intruder grabbed a roll of tape and quickly silenced Bill, not that the XXXX hadn't already helped that situation out. "Now," said the burglar. "Now I can see what goodies you have here. Well, what “other” goodies you have." He chuckled, eyeing Bill's nudity and wandered off to rummage through the house.
After what seemed like hours, the stranger popped his head back upstairs. "I'm just going to wait in the kitchen for your friend to come home. Maybe he'll be more help in finding your valuables. Now
don't go anywhere!"
Bill was mortified. He started to struggle and the stranger realized Bill would be free in no time. He quickly untied Bill's ankles, flipped him over and wrapped him up in a hogtie. Just to be safe, the burglar tied his hogtie rope in the middle and pulled it up towards the ceiling fan.
"There. Struggle too much and you're in for a nasty shock. Now STAY PUT!" And with that, the intruder went back downstairs to wait for Troy.
Bill was seriously, seriously stuck.The End?Bill played by Jay Photography/Ropework by OgreDate of Production: 10/12/2008 -
David Hog Tied
24 photos; 5:15 video
Model: David Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/21/2019
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Hog Tied Hot Boi
20 photos; 3:35 video
Model: Dallas Troy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/30/2026
Tags: shirtless, twink, tattoos, hog tie, tape gag, bare foot
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Take a Seat
15 photos; 7:19 video
Model: Junior
Photography by Marco Grieco
Date of Production: 11/21/2023
TAgs: cleave gag, chair tie, exposed, shirtless, muscle
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Putting the Bear to Bed
35 photos; 5:42 video
Model: Cam Jansan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/31/2026
tags: bear, shirtless, plug gag, bare foot, hog tie, grope, bad guy
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Wiggle and Moan
30 photos; 7:02 video
Model: Gerard
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/25/2026
Tags: nude, nudity, cleave gag, blindfold, dominated, grope, fondle, socks, stroke, orgams, spank, hand cuff
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Featured Update
Good XXXX
17 photos; 6:40 video
Model: Danilo
Photography by Marco Grieco
Date of Production: 05/03/2018
Tags: twink, cleave gag, underwear, bare foot, shirtless
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Nothing to Do
20 photos; 4:12 video
Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/18/2026
Tags: cleave gag, hog tie, twink, socks
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Lay Back
11 photos; 5:42 video
Model: Andrew B
Photography by MArco Grieco
Date of Production: 07/30/2018
Tags: butt, jock, hairy, hands tied in front, OTM gag
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Very Tight Space
25 photos; 5:45 video
Model: Brian
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/20/2026
Tags: nude, nudity, tape gag, otter, grope, socks, hands behind back
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