Alexander

21 photos

Model: Alexander
Photography by Caitiff

Get Happy

16 photos; 5:55 video

Model; Craig
Photography by Slade

Date of Production: 08/07/2014

Badge of Honor by Fidelis

30 photos

Oh Christ, Jeff moaned to himself. His whole body was aching from the beating that he had just been subjected to. How had this happened? It had been a routine call, or so it had seemed. A prowler had been reported at 12 Van Dusen, and Jeff had checked it out. Nothing had seemed out of the ordinary, all the doors and windows were locked and intact. Jeff had called in to report this, thinking that it had been some dumb kid playing around, wasting the tax payers money. He was walking back towards his cruiser, still on the path between number 12 and the house next door, when suddenly the overgrown shrubbery had seemed to explode. Two figures had burst out of the houses, catching Jeff totally off-guard. Before he had a chance to react he was down on the ground, and the two men were pummeling him mercilessly. His radio had been ripped from his shoulder and thrown to one side as he lay on the grass. As he gasped for breath, his two assailants grabbed his hands and feet and dragged him through the bushes and into the adjoining garden. One of them had snatched his revolver from its holster, his night stick was gone and he was hurting so much from the beating that he had been unable to stop them from carrying him into the house. Jeff had been stripped of his gear ñ the bastards had even taken his boots. While he was still in a daze, they had tied him up ñ tightly and thoroughly. And then they had left.


Jeff shook his head, trying to gather his thoughts. Neither of his assailants had said a word as they beat him and tied him. Whatever was going on, it was obvious that he had to get out of here. As he began testing the ropes that bound him, he heard the squeak of a door opening. He tensed. Who was it? The owner of this house, orÖthe punks who had captured?
"Well, isnít this a sight for sore eyes. The noble Officer Murphy, all tied up. How does it feel to be helpless? Hmm?"
Jeff stared at the man standing over him. He had never seen him in his life. Jeff felt a surge of anger against this sneering stranger, who was looking at him with a very peculiar expression on his face. Apart from the pain from the beating, and the discomfort caused by the tight ropes that bound him, Jeff felt a thrill of alarm run through his body. This guy was looking at him as if he was a choice cut of beef in the butcher store.
"You fucking asshole, you are in such big trouble. You let me go now orÖ.GGGMMMMHHHH!"
Jeffís captor had sat down in the captive copís lap. Moving so quickly that Jeff had only seen a white blur, he stuffed a sock deep into Jeffís mouth.

"GGGGMMNNNOOO! MMMGGPGPHHGGGGAHHH!"
Jeff XXXXd as the wadded up gym sock was shoved into his throat. He thought he was going to puke. He tried to spit it out, but before he had a chance a strip of sticky blue tape was slapped over his mouth, sealing his lips shut. Pinned against the wall, roped and gagged, Jeff couldnít resist as his XXXX ground his crotch against Jeffís. Jeff could feel the hard bulge in the other guysí crotch. Oh holy shit, this wasnít good. This was most definitely and totally not a happy situation, at least not for Jeff. The other guy seemed to be having a good time, the hungry look on his face deepening as he humped Jeff.
"Oh yeah, we got ourselves a good one this time. Thereís nothing better than a nice big cop to play with. Oh baby, weíre going to have ourselves a really good time, arenít we?í


"MMNNOOO! GGGGGGOHHHNNNOOO! GGEEEMAWAYRRRFROMME!"
"Shhhh, donít you get upset. Youíre going to like this, I promise. Now were the hell is Rudy? How long can it take him to dump your cruiser? I promised him I wouldnít start without him. Damn!"


Jumping up, Jeffís captor left the room. Oh thank God, Jeff thought. A chance to get away! Frantically he started struggling against the ropes. He pulled and tugged and puffed, but the ropes were too strong. He didnít have a chance in hell of breaking them. Looking around the room, he couldnít see any sharp objects that he could rub the ropes against. In any case, he didnít have time. The weirdo could be back any minute. With his friend. Jeff gulped at the thought. Two felonious cop groupies, who seemed intent on enjoying Jeffís lush cop body. Uh uh, no way Jose. Jeff wasnít going to let those creeps have their way with him. He HAD to escape.


Jeff rolled around on the floor as he made a desperate attempt to reach the knots that held him captive. If only he could get his feet and knees untiedÖhe could make a break for it. Oh ouch, he had to get to the gym more often! He felt muscles that he didnít even know he had creaking and pulling as he strained to reach the knots. His fingertips were just brushing the rope around his ankles , just one more inch


"Ha ha, big boy. Not much longer. Rudy is on his way back, and then the fun starts. Now donít you get yourself all tuckered out before we start partying. Weíre expecting great things from you, Officer Murphy. Just let me check these ropes. Ah, just as I thought. Still nice and tight. Donít even bother trying ñ you canít get out of ropes. Just lie there and think about how much youíre going to enjoy yourself."
No fucking way, Jeff thought as he was left alone once again. OK, he couldnít get the ropes undone. He could accept that. But he wasnít just going to lie here like a piggy waiting to go to market. Nope, if he couldnít walk out of here, he could always try hopping. With much effort, Jeff managed to get to his feet. This was going to be tricky. He had to make sure that he didnít fall over ñ he wasnít sure if he would be able to get up again, and the resulting thump was sure to bring the lascivious cop groupie running. It was a good thing that they had taken away his boots; he would make less noise as he hopped.
Jeff had sweat streaming down his face. The kitchen door was in sight! He had made remarkably good speed, fear goading him on. He was quite proud of himself. Not once had he stumbled. Ah, he was there. Thank God, the chain wasnít on the door! He fumbled with the door handle, grunting in frustration as his sweaty palms couldnít get a good grasp on it. Please, please, just let them stay away two more minutes. He grabbed the doorknob again, this time getting a better grip on it. Hallelujah, it was turning! He shuffled backwards as the door swung inwards. He was going to make it! He jumped forward. He was almost over the threshold! Just feet from safety! He was going to.... "I told you that you were going to enjoy this, Officer Murphy. And weíve barely beXXXX." Officer Jeff Murphy played by John
Photography by Caitiff

Having a Ball Gag

15 photos

Model; Drew Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 03/15/2003

Jock Napped

32 photos; 5:40 video

Model: Jace
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/16/2009

Making the Squad by SoftTouch

19 photos; 5:46 video

"That wasn’t bad, Matt. It only took you 3 minutes and 34 seconds. My, but you’ve worked up quite a sweat, haven’t you? Now, we have to test your balancing skills. You know how important balance is, don’t you? Think what happen to my reputation if one of my squad lost his balance, and everyone went tumbling to the ground. That would be terrible, wouldn’t it? Let me see how you stand up to distraction, Matt."
"GGGMMMMNNOOOOOO, CMMOACH! MMNNOOO!"
The tickling always did them in. Matt was unusually susceptible. It took just a couple of strokes of my fingers in his sweaty armpits to cause him to topple over like a felled tree.

"That wasn’t very good, Matt. In fact, it was an extremely poor time. You only lasted 17 seconds. What are we going to do about your poor performance?"
"GGMMPHHSMORRY! GGMNOTHERMMCHANCE!"
"No more whining from you, Matt. If you don’t get on your feet in less than 3 minutes, you’re off the squad! Move that butt!"
This was the best part, watching him rocking back and forth, blubbering through his gag as he attempted to get on his feet. It was much harder attempting this from the position he was in now, than it had been previously. I was getting so hard I thought that I was going to blast in my boxers.
"You have FAILED!" I announced in my sternest tone. "You have ONE more chance, of staying on the squad, Matt."
I dropped my trousers and whipped out my dripping organ.
"If you can get me off in less than 5 minutes, once I’ve removed the tape, you’ll still be on the squad!"
I leaned over and ripped off the gag. This worked every time. I knew that I now had someone on the squad this year who would take care of all of my needs. Matt played by Danny
Photography by Caitiff

Auction Night by Soft Touch

32 photos; 1:58 video

            “Come in, come in,” the nice man told me.
            I put on my best salesman’s smile and followed the man into a comfortable looking living room while I began my sales pitch.  “My name is Robert and I represent the Men Only Company.  We carry a very fine line of men’s toiletries and accessories for every occasion.”
            “I didn't hear you drive up Robert,” the man said as Robert sat down on the couch.
            “Uh, no sir I came on the bus and this is my first stop.  Now if I could show you—“
            “I hope that you haven't been bothering any of the other tenants in the building Robert.”
            “Oh no sir, you're the only person I've seen.  Now I would like to show you—“
            “Actually I have something I would like to show you,” the man interrupted again.
            And then Robert looked up from his sample case to see the man pointing something right at him.  “Do you happen to know anything about guns Robert?”
            Robert’s words got stuck in his throat and he began to get a sick queasy feeling down in his stomach as he raised his hands.
            “They make an awfully loud noise when they go off,” the man continued quite pleasantly.  “And it hurts a lot .  Now I want you to turn around and put both of your hands behind your back like a good boy.”
            Robert was completely stunned and his body moved like a robot as he twisted around to face the wall and then slowly reached both of his arms behind his back.  Then he felt the man’s strong hand on his shoulder and the blunt nose of the pistol poking into his ribs while the man almost whispered into his ear.  “I won't hurt you if you do everything I tell you.”
            Robert swallowed hard and nodded his head up and down, too scared now to even speak.  Then he closes his eyes and tried to pretend that this was some kind of awful dream while he felt the man pulling his hands together.   Then very quickly and not too gently the man began wrapping coils of rope around Robert’s chest and his wrists so that they were hugging him tighter and tighter while the man breathed into his ear “That’s a very nice shirt and tie you're wearing today.  It would be a shame to mess them up.”
            Robert felt the man’s big hands pulling the rope knots very tight around him.  And then he felt the man’s hands feeling their way over his body.  “Did you bring a nice clean handkerchief with you today?  Oh yes, here it is.”  The man pulled Robert’s handkerchief out of his pocket and gave it a sniff.  “What is that?  Lilac…?  Very nice.  Now open up.”
            One of the man’s big hands went to Robert’s forehead while the other hand began pressing the soft folded handkerchief against Robert’s lips.  Robert didn't want to, but he was so scared now that he opened his mouth and tried not to gag while the man fingered the folded wad of cloth into Robert’s mouth.
            “Good boy, now chew on that and get it nice and soft while I get something for those pretty lips you have.”
            This wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare!  Robert didn't like the way the tight ropes were biting into his tender skin, and he didn't like the way his handkerchief was starting to swell up inside his mouth, and he didn't like the man talking about his lips like that.  What did he mean by calling them pretty?  But by now his body was so numbed by fear that he could only suck of the swollen cloth and watch with his eyes while the man approached him again with several strips of silver tape in his hands.
            Robert moaned a little and tried to beg the man not to, but he couldn't stop the man from smearing those big strips of sticky tape all over his lips and his mouth until his face was being held in a taped vice from ear to ear.
            Then the big man smiled down at him while he brushed Robert’s hair back off of his forehead and loosened his necktie a little.  “That’s right, this is very easy once you get used to it.  Now I want you to hold still while I fix your legs.”
            Robert shook his head from side to side and made some moaning sounds behind his taped over lips when he saw the man toss some more ropes on the floor, but he didn't resist while the man cheerfully wrapped those ropes around Robert’s knees and ankles and then tied them very tight.  “Oh yes, you are quite an unexpected treasure, my boy.”
            For some weird reason Robert felt his face blushing while he wished that the man would top talking about him that way.  It made him really uncomfortable.  And then he looked up and saw that the man was holding a camera.
            “Come on, my boy.  I know you can't smile, but you could at least look pleasant for the camera.  That’s better, now just a couple of more.”            Robert was getting more confused by the moment.  Why was this man taking his picture?             “That’s just fine,” the man chuckled.  “Now you just relax while I send these out on the computer.”  The man was so happy that he almost danced away as he hurried into the other room.
            For a few moments Robert wondered who the man could be sending his pictures to, but then he realized that he was all alone.  Now was his chance to get out of here!
            First Robert struggled and strained and tried to find some way to get his fingers on the ropes that were holding him a prisoner.  It was so frustrating!  He could touch the ropes, but he couldn't quite get his fingers on the knots.  Robert struggled some more and ended up falling off of the soft couch onto the hard floor.  That hurt, but Robert tried to ignore the pain while he looked around frantically.
            Maybe he couldn't untie the ropes, but maybe if he could move his body out the door someone might see him.  It was slow painful work as he crawled inch by inch across the carpet.  With every little movement, the tight ropes bit into his tender flesh a little more and his nice clothes were taking punishment that they were never intended for, but Robert was just beginning to make some progress toward the door when—
            “Young man, where to you think you're going?”  The man wrapped his big hand around Robert’s necktie and then dragged him across the floor and back into the middle of the room.  “I guess you want some more of my rope.”
            Robert shook his head and made gurgling sounds into the soggy handkerchief that was stopping up his mouth, but the man just ignored him while he bent Robert’s punished body almost in half and then began tying more rope between Robert’s wrists and ankles.  “There, that should hold you until the party begins.”
            What party?  The man didn't tell him as he clucked to himself and left the room again.  Robert felt sick.  He was really trapped now and he had no idea of why this was happening to him or what this man might be planning.
            Quite suddenly the man came back into the room and sounded very sympathetic when he told Robert “Sorry, but one of the bidders wants to know if you're ticklish.”
            “Oh no, please don't do that!” Robert huffed as loud as he could into the soggy cloth.  But he was completely helpless now and so he could only close his eyes and bite down on the handkerchief wad while he felt the man pulling his shoes off of his feet.  Then the man touched his fingers ever so lightly to Robert’s socked soles and the poor boy screamed into his gag and contorted his body like an electrified frog.
            “Yes, very ticklish,” the man decided.  “Don’t worry, it won't be much longer my boy.”
            Then Robert heard the doorbell ring and Robert got excited, hoping that it might be someone who could rescue him.
            “Oh my, they are starting to arrive already,” the man started toward the door.
            Desperate now, Robert made all kinds of noises into his gag as he begged the man to tell him what was happening.
            “Oh, I'm sorry my boy, I forgot to tell you.  A bunch of my friends are coming over to bid for you.  The one who bids the highest gets to take you home for his pet.”
            His pet…?  Robert didn't want to be anybody’s pet.
            “Now, now, none of that.”  The man used his thumb to wipe the tears off of Robert’s cheeks.  “They're always much nicer to a pet that smiles.” Robert played by Johnny
Photography by Caitiff

Lending a Hand by JMZ

20 photos; 6:19 video

            It had been weeks since Joe quit his job and I had convinced him to quit and it was partly my fault for what transpired. He seemed so discontented after his demotion, his confidence had deteriorated. After some discussion we agreed he should quit. It went downhill from there. Joe’s initial excitement and drive had all but disappeared. He had spent the better part of the last six weeks lying around watching television and surfing porn sites on the internet. I had reached my wits end. I decided to do my best to rectify the situation before he spiraled further into his life of leisure.
 
            My plan was simple; I would sit and rationally explain the financial burden that was put on my shoulders. I was sure he would understand.

“Joe“, I started.
“What’s up baby? You look tired”, he replied.
“I am tired Joe, I’m tired of you doing nothing to help yourself or us.” The words came out a little harsher than I planned.
“Where the hell is this coming from? I did what you suggested”.
“I didn’t suggest you do nothing”.
“You tell me to quit, and then jump all over me for doing it”. “Leave me alone my soap is starting, we’ll talk about this later”.
 
I felt my blood boil. Anger pushed its way forward; this did not go as planned.

            I had gone mad. I attacked him. We struggled with each other till we were on the floor. We grunted and puffed as we tried to get the better of one another. I could feel his breath against my face, and could tell he neglected to brush his teeth. I knelt on top of him, my knee dug into his chest. His shouting and pleading bounced off my deaf ears. In the corner of my eye I saw the tape we had used to move boxes into our new apartment. I stretched and pulled the tape towards me. I flipped him over and XXXX his wrists together.
“What the hell are you doing”, he shouted?
I didn’t respond. I wrapped the tape around his wrists as tightly as I could. I could see his hands redden. The defined muscles in his forearms clenched with frustration. I tied his ankles securely making two feet one. I could tell by the smell of his socked feet he had neglected to shower.

“If you don’t let me go I’m going to kill you”. I didn’t respond.
“Baby I’m sorry I’ll get a job”, he whined. I didn’t respond.
I dragged him onto the couch, but something was missing. I walked to the kitchen while Joe flopped back and forth on the couch like a fish out of water. He shouted a slew of curse words. I pulled a new roll of duct tape from the drawer. As I made my way to him duct tape in hand his eyes widened.
 
            The tape around his mouth looked nice. The indentation of his lips protruded making two silver bumps. He spoke through the tape as if I understood him.
“MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPPHHH, MMMPPH”, he muffed.

Furthermore he added. “MMPPH, MMPHH, MMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH”.
“Okay sweetie, I love you too” I snickered.
This infuriated him. He pulled and tugged at the knot binding his wrists. He contorted his body into yoga positions. He struggled, his face red, his eyes wide, and his hard body bouncing on the couch. A thought occurred to me, as he fought with himself. I had let my anger get the better of me. This was not going to accomplish what I intended. I decided I decided to take advantage of the situation. He would probably leave me after this anyway.
 
            I worked my way through the slit of his boxer shorts to the thing which had brought me so much pleasure through the past 2 years. I stroked him gently, he became hard. His muffled angry words softened to a low moan. He fought me and indulged me at the same time. He was hard and thick. I held him in my hand slowly rubbing him up and down, he struggled less. My fingers found their way down to his sac. I squeezed cautiously but firmly. His bound body and sealed mouth turned me on in a weird way. His helplessness excited me. After a few minutes it was over. I untied him and slowly pulled the tape from his mouth. The next week he found a job. Every once in a while we pretend he didn’t so we could have another talk.

Pretty Boi

25 photos; 6:45 video

Model : Remy
Photography Caitiff Date of Production: 08/23/2017

A Little Privacy by Caitiff

63 photos

     "Mmmmm! Mmmfphh!", Mr. Smith of Smith and Son's leather Novelties grunted into the plug gag that filled his mouth. Mr. Smith's company made these gags, they were his biggest seller. But he didn't think he would have one of his best products XXXX into his mouth against his will!   It had started like any other day. Mr. Smith had been the first in the office to do the receipts. Or so he thought. He had walked right into the building, leaving the door unlocked as he always had. Mr. Smith was just about to get out the records when he noticed the new Gagmaster 2000, the latest plug gag from R&D. It was supposed to be completely safe and once in place, couldn't be removed.   Oh what the hell, thought Mr. Smith. Why not try it out? Bondage gear was the best product Smith and Son's made, as far as Mr. Smith was concerned. He made it a personal mission to make sure that every piece of bondage gear that the company made was tried on an actual human being. Mr. Smith loved being tied up and gagged. So did a lot of his employees. Somebody always ended up bound and gagged during the work day.    Mr. Smith put the gag into his moth and snapped the buckle. Mr. Smith moved his tongue around, trying to wedge the plug out but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the gag out of his mouth using his mouth alone. It was perfect! Mr. Smith took off his shirt and shoes and put his hands behind his back, pretending that he had been XXXX and was being held for ransom. Pretending that he had been tied up against his will and was being XXXX to do whatever his kidnappers wanted!   "Mmmmmpph!" Mr. Smith let out a long moan, temporarily getting into the mood. Ahh, but the receipts weren't going to do themselves.   Mr. Smith was just about to undo the buckle when he heard a stranger's voice say "Don't bother. It will save time."   Three men, all wearing masks had walked right into the door that Mr. Smith had unlocked and were now robbing him! Already gagged, the robbers completed the bondage by tying Mr. Smith onto a chair and putting him in a storage closet. They then closed the door.    That had been hours ago. Mr. Smith heard his employees coming into work. Mr. Smith strained at the ropes but they held tight. He also grunted through the gag but no one seemed to hear. Shit, didn't somebody at least wonder where he was?   Suddenly the door opened. At last, somebody found him!   "Hey, Mr. Smith!" It was Dithers from R&D." See you're trying out the new Gagmaster! Hope you're enjoying it "   Yes, very nice. Now untie me! Mr. Smith tried to say but it came out as "Mmmm, mmfph mmmm MMMWwppffmm!"   "Cool. Well, I'll be in my cubicle if you want to talk more about it. I made it so it absorbs sound." Dithers then left, closing the door behind him!    "Mmmmpphh! Mmmmm!" But Dithers was gone. Oh great, thought Mr. Smith, Dithers thought I was playing around. I have to get somebody to figure out that I'm really tied up against my will!   A little while after Dithers, Rogers from accounting opened the door, looking for white out. "Hey, Mr. Smith! I heard you liked to get in your work but wow!"   "Mmmppf!"   "Yeah, it looks great. I'm glad you decided to try out the Gagmaster. Some of the guys wanted to try it on me!" The young man joked as he looked for the office supplies. "Well, I'll leave you to it then!" and Mr. Smith was left alone again.    Mr. Smith was growing furious! Surely somebody would figure out that he didn't want to be tied up! Somebody had to untie him!   Mr. Smith's secretary, Ms. Franklin, opened the closet door.   "MMMMMMM!" Mr. Smith yelled through his gag, demanding to be released.   "Oh, sorry Mr. Smith. I didn't know you were in here. I'll make sure you aren't disturbed until your done with your market testing." Ms. Franklin said and shut the door!    Oh, for crying out loud! How long could this go on? Mr. Smith wondered.   It went on all day. All day, people would come in and see Mr. Smith. But instead of doing the sensible thing and untying him, they congratulated him on the new Gagmaster, or admired his dedication to work or simply got what they were looking for and left. Dennis from customer service took pictures!   Mr. Smith tried to get them to understand. He yelled angrily through the gag. He moaned pitifully through the unshakable gag. He even shook his chair as much as his bonds allowed. But everybody thought he was just getting into the fun. No one would untie him!   Mr. Smith didn't know how much time he had been tied up. He had done self bondage lots of times and was used to being restrained for hours on end. Under different circumstances, being bound and gagged to the chair in the closet would even have been fun! It just wasn't fun now! Who knows what those robbers who had tied him up had taken!   Suddenly Mr. Smith noticed that the normal sound of the office had died down. Realizing that he had to get out of the closet, Mr. Smith used all his strength to move his chair over to the door. He then butted his head to open the door. It took a while but the door did eventually budge open.   Why didn't I think of this before?! Unfortunately, Mr. Smith soon realized that it was too late. Near the front door, h heard MS. Franklin talking to another co-worker.   "Where's Mr. Smith?"     "Oh, you know him. He probably had somebody untie him and went home early. Set the alarm. I want to go home!"   Mr. Smith heard the beep of the alarm being turned on and the front door closing, locking him inside for the night.       The End   Mr. Smith played by Tony   Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 04/05/2002

In His BVDs by Fidelis

16 photos

kevin played by Troy Photography by Caitiff

Terror Training By John

36 photos

                After our terrorist got Billy good and tied up Billy started screaming and tossing about trying to get up on his feet so that he might be able to move around better. All you could hear from Billy was some low moans and grunts, and the occasional scream for help, but of course that was so muffled you couldn’t really understand it. 
           After what seemed to be about 30 minutes of just watching Billy twist and contort his body trying to free himself from the ropes and handcuff to no avail, he finally managed to get to a standing position. Well….Our “terrorist” didn’t like that at all and so he grabbed Billy’s arms and put them over his head and tied a rope around a beam that ran across the room and stretched Billy’s torso and arms up towards the ceiling.              What a sight! I couldn’t believe what I was watching. I was getting so turned on by all this rough man to man play. And I knew that it was just play, but damn, I wanted to take over as the terrorist since this WAS my new partner.
           At the new member dinner we had just the other night, Billy had no problems stating how big his “manhood” was in front of all of us.  I mean…this kid was right out of the corn-fed boys from Nebraska. Well, we decided to find out for ourselves. So we began to rip off Billy’s clothes. Opening up his shirt and exposing his red nipples. YUM!
Next came the pants. 
           WOW. It seems that Billy wasn’t kidding. Either that or he REALLY enjoyed what we were doing to him, because just looking at him there in his tighty whities he looked really good and really hung. I thought to myself “how fun would that be to play with during our shifts in the patrol car together?”. And finally, the underwear…it was pulled down to the floor exposing Billy’s cock. His cock pointed straight out towards us, like it was going to take revenge on us if it ever got loose. 
           “Oh shit, the Captain is here!” screamed Ted, who was our lookout. We quickly grabbed some rope tied Billy’s cock and balls to one end and the other end to the door, so that when our Captain came in the door, he would pull the rope that was attached to Billy’s cock and balls. How fun this day was turning out to be!     Billy played by Lyle
Photography by Caitiff  

The Cap

20 photos

Model: Angel Photography: Caitiff

From Behind

25 photos; 4:19 video

The Victim played by Dominic
The Bad Guy played by Chad
Photography by Caitiff    

Date of Production: 09/01/2011

Worker Retreat pt 7 by Caitiff

22 photos; 2:24 video

 
Cont'd from "Worker Retreat pt 6"

The barn was full of the moaning of bound men. Even after hours of being in bondage, their struggles continued. Seven men were all tied up and gagged in a row.
Drew and Rawy had been tied up the longest. Their arms were tired from being bound up above their heads. The tight cleave gags filling their mouths were sodden with spit. The fight was almost out of these two. They had been tied up and gagged for so long that they didn’t even resist anymore when their kidnappers checked their ropes and gags.
Zac was next in line. He still struggled against the ropes, for all the good it did him. His arms were bound above his head like all the others, a black cleave gag was tied cruelly tight between his lips. Every so often one of the kidnappers felt him up, tightening the ropes. Zac protested through the gag. The kidnappers only laughed.
Next was Uriah. He hadn’t given up quite yet. Not that it mattered. The men who had grabbed him knew how to tie up a guy. Uriah had thought that having his hands in front o him would help him get free but it hadn't’ worked out that way. When Uriah got even close to doing anything that might have helped him free himself, the kidnappers gave him a punch in the gut and tightened the ropes and gag even more.
Next to Uriah was Cliff Snatch, the man who employed all of the hostages at his company. He had no idea what was going on. He just knew he wasn’t used to not being the one in control. He would have traded all of his employees if they would let him go. He could always get more employees. But being gagged, he couldn’t bring it up.
Finally there was Chad and Sammy. Unlike the others who were gagged with cloths tied around their heads, these two had tape wrapped around their heads, sealing their mouths shut. Being the most recently caught, they also struggled the most. The pulled on the ropes and grunted into their gags and got slapped around by the kidnappers the more for it.
The only member of the company not in the barn was Craig. The kidnappers knew where he was, though. He had actually been the first tied up but not by the kidnappers. As a practical joke, Rawy and Drew had tied him to a tree right before they themselves had been captured.
Before leaving to fetch Craig, the kidnappers blindfolded all of their current hostages. It would help keep them in line. It was also part of the plan.
They found poor Craig still tied to that tree, mmphing through the tape his co-workers had plastered over his mouth. The kidnappers untied Craig but didn’t let him take off the tape gag. Grabbing each arm, the hustled Craig to the barn where his co-workers were being kept captive.
They led Craig into the room and let him have a good long look at the line of bound and gagged men. One of the kidnappers, Slade, then ripped off Craig’s tape gag.
“Oww..mmmppphh!”, Craig’s cry was cut off by a hand over his mouth. He was led to another part of the barn where none of the hostages would hear.
“So..” Slade asked, “Is this what you wanted?”
“It’s perfect! Well worth the money I paid you both.” Craig responded. For years he had taken abuse from his boss and fellow co-workers. Now it was his turn. So arranging this “company retreat”, Craig had paid Slade and DeBarr to XXXX his co-workers one by one so Craig could get his revenge.
He would start with Drew and Rawy, who had tied him to that tree in the cold for hours. Craig’s mind was already spinning from all the degrading things he would make them do.
He would have fun XXXX Zac and Uriah. Feeling up Uriah’s package and the growing bulge as he did so, Craig decided that Uriah would be especially fun.
His boss would get special attention. Mr. Snatch was ticklish and Craig gave him a taste of things to come by going right after Cliff’s sensitive spots.
Sammy would be fun too. He had such a mouth on him, always making smart remarks. Craig would keep Sammy gagged constantly.
And finally there was Chad. Craig didn't’ know if he was more turned on by Uriah’s dick or Chad’s ass, which was a nice bubble butt. Playing with it while Chad squirmed in his bondage, grunting into his gag at his unknown attacker, gave Craig a huge woody.
Seven men to do with as he pleased for as long as the company accounts held out. And none of them would even know it was Craig. After all, Craig was still tied up to that tree.
The End

Craig played by Craig
Rawy played by Rawy
Andrew played by Andrew
Zac played by Zac
Uriah played by Uriah Mr. Cliff Snatch played by Cliff
Sammy played by Sammy
Chad played by Chad
Slade played by Slade
DeBarr played by Henry
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production:11/14/2010

Worker Retreat pt 6 by Caitiff

25 photos; 3:16 video

 

Worker Retreat pt 5 by Caitiff

20 photos; 3:11 video

 

Muscle Bound By Kurt

26 photos

As he came to, the first thing that came into focus was his own lap. A webbing of white rope was tied over his denim-clad package, and as he tried to bring his hands up to his throbbing head, he realized they were tied behind his back and somehow attached to the ropes around his waist. As he struggled, he felt a strange rubbing in his ass crack...the rope was tied in there too! 
Jeff's head began to clear and suddenly his eyes focused on his attacker, who stood silently in front of him. Tall, muscular, dressed in tight black jeans and T, and ski-masked. He held Jeff's white T-shirt in his hands, and began tearing it apart.
"Hey!" Jeff protested, "That shirt cost thirty...GUMMMPPPPHHHHHH!!" His words were cut off as the intruder tied a thick strip of what had been Jeff's shirt into his mouth and tied it off behind his head, forming a thick cleave gag.

"Shut the fuck up, asshole." he growled, as he picked up more rope and began to tie Jeff's knees and ankles together. Still confused, Jeff didn't even struggle as he was bound and gagged by the stranger in his living room. After he tied off the last knot on Jeff's ankles, he stood up and went into the bedroom. Jeff heard the sounds of drawers being pulled and rifled through. Suddenly galvanized, he began to struggle like a madman. Grunting into the gag, he was furious that his massive strength had been negated by a few strands of strategically tied rope. Every movement of his hands caused the roping around his midsection to pull and tighten up around his groin and ass. Jeff had to admit that it wasn't an unpleasurable feeling, but he didn't have time for that now. Using every ounce of his upper-body strength, he managed to get up off the couch, balancing himself carefully on his bound legs. Carefully, he took one bunny-hop, then another, slowly making his way across the living room to the front door. If only he could get out into the hallway, he knew one of his neighbors would help him out..... Jeff played by Tony
Photography by Caitiff

Worker Retreat pt 4 by Caitiff

18 photos; 2:24 video

 

In A Haze by E.F. Gantry

26 photos

"Ok, now that you have streaked through the football game in your jock we have one last thing to do before you're an official member, OK?" Fred explained to the half naked pledge in front of him, Lou. "Uh...ok. What do I need to do?" asked Lou. "Just hold still and cross your wrists in front you" Fred demanded as he pulled out a long length of black rope with which he tied Lou's hands securely in front of him. "Well, ok...if your sure about this." Lou replied nervously. He would anything to join the prestigous fraternity. "Oh, and lock the door" Fred said. With that, Fred put on a little Frank Sinatra. He selected the song "You're Nobody Till Somebody Loves You". Lou arched his eyebrows at the decision but he figured it must have just been part of the ritual that many had had to endure before him. As was the candles that Fred lit around the room and the bottle of port he opened and poured into a glass for himself. Fred, after pouring his wine, tossed Lou a blindfold and a gag. Lou fumbled, barely catching both with his bound hands and looked oddly at Fred. "Well?" said Fred, "Are you in or are you out?" The dulcet tones of Frank in his prime filled the room as Lou uneasily placed the gag and the blindfold on his head. "Now on your knees," Fred commanded. "What's that click sound, Lou thought. He tried to ask but the gag garbled his words. "Oh nothing." Said Fred as he clicked off a few pictures. "Now why don't you just lie down to commemorate the evening" Fred placed his glass on the table and with another length of the black rope, tied Lou's ankle's together. "Now Now, "Said Fred, "Hold still." "O ffaaay" Lou replied through the gag. "There now. Comfy? Fred asked. Lou shrugged and nodded yes. "Well, we can't have that now, can we? Sit up and place your wrists by your ankles." The final piece of rope was white and much loner then the two other pieces of rope that it joined together, tying Lou into a tight little ball. Gosh, thought Lou, did every pledge have to go through this as the Chairman of the Board began to croon " I did it My Way". "Don't worry. "Said Fred as he brought out the paddle covered in course rope. "It will all be over in a moment of two. " "Now, turn over on your side and brace yourself." With that, Fred steadied himself, planted both feet firmly and warmed up his arms. I wonder what going on, though Lou. He soon found out as the first blows struck Lou's ass with a loud clap! Lou shrieks came through his gag but then gritted his teeth. If his father and all his uncles had endured this same punishment, Lou was determined to do the same. Fred smiled with glee as he sang along with Sinatra, landing blow and blow on Lou's bare tush in tune with the song "I Did it my Way". Lou's ass soon began to turn beet red under the punishment. Finally, after a flurry of blows, Fred was satisfied with the fine red hue that had blossomed across Lou's buttocks. Fred smiled and hoisted the paddle up onto his shoulder. With a wry grin, he said " Lou, thank you very much for a very humorous evening." "Sfffooo, mmmm eee aa memffer?" Lou's words were almost unintelligible but Fred understood. " Are you a member of the Pi Delta Phi frat?" Fred asked to confirm. Lou nodded. "well, "Fred continued,' I imagine you would be if I had been part a member of the frat. Now let's see what else we can do with that ass." The End   Lou played by Lewis Fred's hands played by Jake Photography by Caitiff

Perils of CLive by ZB

30 photos

Bastards won't let me have that now.

There was this old haunted house outside of town my fraternity sent me out to during pledge week... I didn't expect to find a crack ring. Haunted my ass.

Yelling, screaming... they kicked the shit out of me, and now I can hear them talking about blowing clearing out, and cleaning up. About leaving, and blowing the place up. With me in it.

Just when I think I can get a hand free, they tie me up even tighter... I gotta get out of here... somehow.

Worst thing is, after I started begging, they shoved the blindfold in my mouth... I can't scream, I can't talk, I can't even cuss at the bastards...

And this is it... they're leaving... , checked the rope, and they're leaving. I'm going to die, and all I can do is watch the clock count down and try to stretch these ropes out. I know I'm not gonna make it, but I've got to try... I can't just sit here and....

They didn't give me much time, so I run. My legs are free, so I just... RUN. For my life, I guess.

It's harder than it sounds. I can't balance, and I can't see really well, I keep tripping over things and fall down the porch stairs when I finally get to them... try to roll and slide and push myself away from the blast I know is coming... I flinch and... nothing happens. There's laughing. Familiar. When I roll over, they're all there. The crack ring, my fraternity- some of them with cameras- and it all just hits me. I'm gagged, bound, for their amusement. Shit.

First one to come over here gets kicked in the shins.

Worker Retreat pt 3 by Caitiff

22 photos; 2:26 video

 

Where I want You

26 photos; 5:23 video

Model : Donovan
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/09/2015

Search and Seizure by Fidelis

26 photos

"Where the hell did he go?"
Officer Greg Jameson had followed the suspected bank robber’s car to this residential neighborhood. The suspect had jumped out of the car and run down the lane way between the houses. Greg had raced after him, hoping that back up arrived soon, but now the guy had disappeared. Then he heard the tinkle of breaking glass from one of the houses. Aha, I’ve got him, he thought. Adrenaline surged through his veins. This would be a nice step towards promotion, if he caught this guy, especially if he caught him by himself. Greg tried the gate leading into the backyard. Damn! It was locked. He looked at the fence – it wasn’t that high, he could get over it. He reached up, and grabbing the top of the fence, he began to pull himself up. Ouch! He hadn’t intended on falling over in quite that way, but there was no one to see his embarrassing tumble, and the important thing was that he was now in the yard. Shit, his radio was gone! It must have been torn loose as he scrambled over the fence. That must have the clanging sound he heard – it was his radio falling into that empty garbage can. He realized that in his excitement, he hadn’t radioed in the address. Sarge would have his ass when he found out. But….if Greg could capture this criminal, that wouldn’t matter. All the mistakes that he had made as a raw rookie would be forgotten…he hoped. After all, none of the reports on the radio had mentioned that this guy was armed. Ha, he was probably hiding out in that house, shitting bricks. Arresting him would most likely be like taking candy from a baby. Sarge was a big old worrywart. Nothing bad had happened to Greg during the few weeks he had been on the XXXX. Unless you included the unfortunate incident in the Krispy Kreme parking lot, but that had been an accident, it could have happened to anyone.
Greg pulled out his XXXX, and started up the steps to the back door. He could see shattered glass lying on the doorstep. Yep, this was the right house. The felon was inside there, probably cowering in a closet, hoping that no one would find him. He wouldn’t be cowering for much longer, that much was sure. Greg would capture him, and be the hero of the day. His mother would be so proud, and he would have his pictures in the newspaper and…Oooops! Gee, the owners of this house obviously didn’t take care of their property. A well-maintained step would never have cracked like that. There were probably termites chewing away at every piece of wood in the house. Too bad it had made so much noise. But Greg wasn’t worried. By this time the rookie had convinced himself that the felon would throw himself at Greg’s knees, begging for mercy.
Greg nudged open the back door, and peered inside. Empty. Just as he had expected. He scanned the room and edged inside. Even if the bad guy was hiding inside a closet, Greg intended to be careful. He didn’t want any nasty surprises springing out at him. Now he rather wished that he had waited for back up, or had at least opened the gate and retrieved his radio. He was aware of sweat breaking out on his brow, and what was that noise he could hear? Was it his teeth chattering? He tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach. He was a COP! He was a brave, macho cop, about to apprehend a dangerous criminal. Oh gosh, he hoped this guy wasn’t TOO dangerous. Please, please, he thought. Don’t let him have a XXXX. Maybe he just handed over a note to the teller, and threatened her with a banana in a paper bag, pretending that it was a XXXX. Yeah, that was it. Greg felt a bit better as he visualized that scenario. He was SURE that the reports over the radio hadn’t said armed and dangerous. He took a deep breath and inched further inside the house. The floor creaked and he jumped. These old houses, always settling and making strange noises. It was silly to be afraid of the noises, unless …..Greg gulped, the noise was accompanied by the feeling of cold metal pressing into your temple.
"My, my. What do we have here? A cop! And a baby cop at that. When did they start taking recruits from kindergarten?"
In a trembling voice, Greg said; "You’re under arrest. ….OUCH!"
"I’m under arrest, am I? I don’t think so, pig.  We don’t want anyone getting hurt, do we piggy wiggy? Or are you going to huff and puff and blow the house down?"
Greg’s XXXX feel from his hands, his fingers feeling lifeless. Oh shit, oh shit, he was in trouble, big time trouble. He wanted Sarge!
"On your knees, cop, nice and slow. Don’t make any sudden moves – I would hate to have to hurt a little baby cop like you. That’s good. Now put your hands behind your back."
Greg fell to his knees, sweat running down his body. He was so afraid that he thought he might piss himself. He could see it now. His picture would be in the papers, but…not the way he had hoped. He could see the headlines . ‘Rookie cop XXXXned down.’ Oh hell and damnation, why hadn’t he waited? He clenched his teeth, trying to stop them from chattering together. He didn’t want this guy to see how frightened he was. He slowly brought his hands behind his back. He didn’t dare turn around as he felt the bad guy rummaging around in his duty belt. He knew what the guy was after. Yep, he knew he was right. Greg felt the cold steel of his own cuffs fasten around his wrists. He bit down on his lower lip, attempting not to cry out in pain. The bastard had fastened them way too tight.
"OK, piglet, let’s go for a little walk. I want to make you nice and comfy. "
Greg was helpless to resist as the robber hoisted him to his feet. With the XXXX pressing into his back, he stumbled into the living room. He almost fell over a small footstool that stood in the middle of the floor.
"Stop right there, piglet. Why don’t you have a seat and make yourself comfortable?"
Greg turned around, and lowered down onto the stool. Just as he sat down, he heard voices through the broken window. "Jameson, where the hell are you? Jameson!"
Greg opened his mouth to yell for help. "MMMMPHHH!" He XXXXd as the barrel of the XXXX was shoved into his mouth. "Now, I have to warn you, that wouldn’t be a smart move, piglet. I would have to blow off your head if you yelled, and then I would have to shoot Pooh Bear and Eeyore, too. You wouldn’t want that, would you, piglet?"
"GGGMMNOOO. MMMNOSHOOTMPLISS."
"Good boy. Now you just sit there nice and quiet, like a good baby cop, until all that noise goes away. Do you understand me?"
"MMMPYESH!" Greg couldn’t nod his hand, with the XXXX jammed into his mouth, but he hoped that the robber could understand his garbled speech. Eventually the voices faded away into the distance; the other guys must be searching for him further down the lane way. The robber pulled the XXXX out of Greg’s mouth. "That was very good, cop. Let’s get down to business. I found some useful stuff in that closet, while I was waiting for you. They sure don’t teach you guys how to be quiet in the academy, do they? I thought that a herd of elephants was after me, not just one baby cop. However, that doesn’t matter. Here you are, and here you’re going to stay. Once I’ve made sure that you will keep quiet and won’t run away."
Greg gulped as the bad guy pulled a roll of black tape out of his bag. Oh shit, this guy was going to gag him. Greg whimpered as the tape was wound round and round his head, pressing his lips against his teeth. Yuck, it tasted nasty.
"Hmm, that looks much better. I think you need one more piece, right here. Great. That should keep you quiet. And just to make sure you don’t go running away in search of your cop friends, this should keep you in place on that nice comfy stool."
Greg groaned as rope was wound his chest and forearms. Darn, why did this guy have to tie it so tight? It hurt. More rope went around his thighs and his ankles, firmly anchoring him to the stool.
"Don’t you make a nice package, cop. I wish I could stick around and wait for your friends to find you, but I do have to make a get away. I’ll just find some clothes to change into, and I’ll be on my way. It’s too bad that you aren’t closer to my size. No one would stop a cop! But you’re just a bit too small. Have fun, cop!"
Grrr, who did this guy think he was, making fun of Greg’s size? He had passed the requirements for the XXXX and that was all that mattered. The robber wasn’t going to get away with this! Greg would get free of these ropes, and he would catch the guy before he left the house! Oh, these ropes were tight, way too tight. Ouch, and so were his cuffs. Greg tried to lurch to his feet, and sat down again. OK, that wasn’t going to work, not with his legs and thighs tied to the stool. He would just have to break it into pieces. It couldn’t be that difficult. It hadn’t looked too sturdy to him. All he had to do was rock back and forth again, the legs would break, and then he could free of the rope. His hands might be a bit more difficult, but with his legs free, at least he could get out of the house and warn the other guys.

Greg started rocking the stool. OH SHIT! That wasn’t supposed to happen. Oh, that hurt. At least he had fallen on to a nice thick rug. Greg kicked his legs, and thrashed around on the floor, trying to break the stool, or to somehow dislodge it. Maybe he could slide the ropes that bound his ankles off the legs of the stool. That would be a start. He thumped and struggled, but to no avail. Darn, this wasn’t going to work either. What now?

Greg started crawling across the floor on his stomach, dragging the stool with him. It wasn’t easy with his legs and feet tied to the stool. Inch by painful inch, he made his way across the floor. He was panting with exertion, drenched in sweat. The stool didn’t seem quite so flimsy now, as it lay on the back of his legs. Gee, it must weigh a ton! He took a break, lying panting on the floor. He heard a commotion in the back yard, and then footsteps thundering up the back steps, accompanied by a crashing sound and curses. Yep, definitely termites in those steps.
"JAMESON!"
"MMMHISARGE."  
THE END  
Officer Jameson played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 12/04/2003