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Rawy's First XXXXping
23 photos; 4:51 video
“Your rich little daddy only has about a half-hour left on his time limit to get you back”, I said to my tied up guest. I grabbed this kid because his daddy was a very rich man. I worked for his father’s company for ten years and I still was a low-level cubicle office drone. I used to see his nineteen year old kid in the office from time to time; it really pissed me off because every time I saw the kid, he always wore the most expensive things like rings, necklaces, etc. I worked my ass off for his already rich father and this little shit goes around literally bathed in gold. His last visit was the final straw though. I was in the break room getting coffee when I saw the kid stroll in with his head held up high. I said in a friendly voice, “Hello James. How are you today?” What he said after made me beyond pissed. With an apparent arrogant attitude, he responded with, “Yo! My name’s Rawy you stupid poor person. Go back to your little 2 x 4 square of an ‘office’ and make my father some more money.” He walked out with his head held high. I just stood there shaking my fist; it was bad enough that this kid’s father spoiled him, but this prick had the nerve to say that to me?! After that, I started planning my revenge against “Rawy”. I wanted him to learn some respect for me and what better way to do that than to teach him yourself. Then, I thought, why not get a big, fat bonus in this process from his rich father. So, I combined my revenge with the possibility of money and I got an answer of XXXX the kid and ransoming him back to his father. I went home that night and gathered up my supplies for the job. I got my rope, duct tape, car keys, and booked a motel room. The next day was my day off so I had nothing to worry about. I knew where his apartment was so I went up drove up there and parked out front. I entered the building with a coil of rope in my back pocket and went straight for ‘James’s’ apartment number. I XXXX on the door and a second later it was opened by him. James just stared at me and grunted, “What do you want?” Just as he finished that sentence, I pushed him back into the apartment and tackled him and pinned to the ground. “Ouch! Yo man, What the hell is your problem?!?!” James screamed as I took out my rope.I quickly hand-gagged him and told him to be quiet or else. He nodded and I released his mouth only to tie his hands behind his back. After his hands were bound behind his back, I picked him up and walked him into the trunk of my car. He tried yelling for help, but after the first yell, I pressed my hand against his mouth. When we got to my car, I picked him up and threw him into the trunk. I drove off to the motel I reserved the night before. I heard some banging around, but I ignored it until we got to the motel. I went inside to get to key then I came back out and opened the trunk. I pulled him out and walked him to the front door; the check-out was aXXXX in his chair so I took my captive to the motel room. I opened the door and threw his bound-ass on the bed. He got up and his original high and mighty attitude was gone. I just see now he was scared and I felt a little bad for him, but I was still a little pissed too.
“Hey man...” James continued. “What do you want from me?” I answered, “I took you so I can get your father to pay your random. In fact, I’m going to make it right now.” I grabbed my duct tape from the bag that had all my stuff in it and ripped a long strip. I pressed it against his mouth and told him to not to move. I went to the phone, called his father and did the usual XXXX speech; said my amount, only have this much time or else, where to drop it off, and don’t call the police. After the call, I sat down on the chair and watch him struggle; he was so cute the way he did. He tried moving, but I told him not to get off the bed. He was trying to sit up; he was moving his nice long tan legs and kicking his nice socked feet. My stare was interrupted by the thought of him running away; he could make a break for the door. I grabbed my rope and told him to sit on his knees. With a look of fear in his eyes, he listened to me and sat on his knees. Then, I proceeded to tie his legs to his thighs; I did this because my anger subsided and now I was interested in having a little fun with my hot young captive before I got my money. After wrapping some rope around his legs, I then looped it around the thighs and after a few times, tied tight knots. After I finished, he started to struggle a little bit; I knew he wasn’t going anywhere so I allowed it. I looked at my watch and said to him, “Your rich little daddy only has about a half-hour left on his time limit to get you back” That made him struggle a bit more. He rolled around until he rolled too much and rolled onto his stomach. Since both of his arms and legs were tied, he couldn’t get up; I was laughing for a bit because I thought it was really funny. Then, while he was struggling onhis stomach, an idea popped into my head; I took my rope one last time and planned to hogtie the captive. I wrapped his hand bindings with more rope, wrapped his cute little feet in rope, and then tied both of them together. I finished and saw his puppy-dog eyes look up at me; I loved the way that he was completely helpless before me. At that moment, I heard a XXXX on the door. “Oh”, I exclaimed and looked at my watch. “15 minutes early. Oh, just when things were getting good”. I answered the door thinking it was his father with the money, but when I opened the door, I saw a bunch of policemen pushing their way in. They gave their whole speech about your under arrest, we have a warrant, these are your rights. As they handcuffed me and started to untie James, I realized that I wasn’t angry anymore at him; I had too much fun with him. “Oh well”, I thought, “Guess it’s my turn to be the captive now.” Rawy played by Himself Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 08/15/2009 -
Worked Out by Caitiff
30 photos; 4:28 video
Danny’s arms burned. But he kept going. Just a few more reps and he would have gone past his last record. Then on to his chest. Sweat was running down his face and muscles.
Danny knew that his body was his meal ticket. Dreams of a budding model career and all the babes and money that came with it swam through Danny’s head. He had already talked to an agency in Europe and they would be using him soon, they said.
Finally finished with his arms Danny grabbed a bottled water. The modelling agency had given him some water from some company he had never heard of. But free stuff was free stuff. Danny greedily drank the contents. He then lay back onto his back to work on his chest.
Danny began to feel tired. That by itself wasn't unusual. But this was more then the usual burn in his muscles. His head was swimming, his vision blurring. With barely a grunt, Danny slipped off the bench and collapsed to the floor. Soon he was in a deep XXXX.
In a XXXX stupor, Danny was helpless and unaware as the men entered his apartment. They picked Danny up and set him on his work out bench. Then they pulled out some rope. As if this was routine, they soon had Danny’s hands tied tightly behind him. More rope went around his huge chest.
“Damn, forgot the plug gag.”, one of the men said.
“Here use this short. Just stuff his mouth with something.”, his partner said as he handed over a dirty t-shirt Danny had been wearing before he started to work out.“Mmmmmmm.....”, Danny let out a small moan. The XXXX was already been wearing off. Not it mattered now because the men had accomplished their goal. Danny was securely bound and gagged.
“Mmmm? Mmmpphh!”, Danny’s eyes shot open as he realised his situation. What the hell? Why was he tied up? What did these men want? Wait a minute, wasn’t one of them Mr. Sevaro from the agency?
“Ahh, you’re awake. Good.”, Mr. Sevaro said to his hostage. ”We reviewed your portfolio and decided that you are perfect for our needs. Young, buff and eager. But also with no close relatives, no one to miss you and easily trained.”
What was he talking about, Danny wondered. Franticly he tested the ropes that bound his hands behind his back. But Danny was not the first man they had taken captive. They knew their knots.
“We’ve already found several prospective buyers for you. Just a few weeks of training and we can put you up on the auction block.”
“Mmmmph!”, Danny vainly protested. He couldn't’ believe it. The agency was really setting him up to be XXXX. And what did Sevaro mean by “training”? Training for what?
Sevaro unknowingly answered this question as he ran his hand over Danny’s chest, down his six pack abs and lingered on his crotch. despite himself, Danny immediately got hard right away. His dick had always had a mind of it’s own and even the slightest touch would get him going.
“That’s what I’m talking about.”, Sevaro said. ”We need ot tie his feet and then we can get to work setting up the cover story so no one knows what happened to him.”
Danny then spent the next hours rolling on the floor, moaning pitifully into his gag. As he rolled around, his shorts slowly inched lower and lover, exposing his muscular butt.
“Ok time to go.”, Sevaro said as Danny found himself being hog tied. ”We have ot get you into the van. Then mummified and put ina box for shipping. And then your training can begin.”
Sevaro noticed Danny’s exposed ass and smiled. “I’m going to look forward to the training. I think you’ll work out just fine.”The EndDanny played by Arturo
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/18/2008 -
Rico's Bad Day by Ivor Ciccone
20 photos
by Ivor Ciccone Rico had been making a living out of robbing from folks houses for a couple of months now. He didn't feel guilty about it because he thought, "these people are rich, they won't miss this stuff, whereas I am broke and need it more than they do". Needless to say, he was from a bad "neighborhood". Lots of the criminals of his trailer park preyed upon the rich suburbs a couple of miles down the road, where they had seen house prices plummet as crime increased. Lots had been driven to moving out & selling their beautiful houses, while others were standing guard with XXXXs all night! This didn't deter poor, mad, lonesome Rico, who thought that working outside of the trailer park gangs gave him an edge. Well, his burglary days came to an abrupt end one fateful night, when he stumbled through the wrong window, big time! Jeff and Kevin's' place had all the lights out, it was 2am, they were aXXXX by now, for sure, Rico thought. He had been casing the joint all day, watching the guys loading stuff into their truck. The "for sale" sign meant they must've been in the process of selling up, moving on, but it was a big house and they had far from finished emptying it. Rico went around the back and did his usual trick of "quietly" smashing a window with his jacket wrapped around his fist. He stumbled in and immediately had the lights turned on around him. He looked up to see two buff and beefy muscle guys with their shirts off looking down at him. "Oh, Shit!", exclaimed Rico. "There you go, Kev. Told you we'd get ourselves a boy eventually", Jeff said to his partner, looking down at Rico, smiling. "Cool", said Kev. "Right place, right time, dude," he said to Rico. "We're gonna get you outta that trailer park for good." "Fuck you, fag!", Rico just didn't know when to shut up. "Oh, we got a live one here, Kev! Excellent!", said Jeff. "We better get to work!" Rico struggled admirably as he was grabbed, but the strapping beef cakes were a lot stronger then he was. "You're kinda cute, dude." "What the fuck are you doing?" "You were trespassing on our property, boy, I'd say that makes your ass ours?" "Please, just let me go, I promise never to bother you again." "Ahh hahahahaha! Yea, right!" These guys just LOVED bondage! Rico didn't know that, of course, but these gyts had a plan for thier would be burgler. The offensive anti-gay shit coming out of Rico's' mouth just made it all the more enjoyable. However, Rico struggled so much that Kev had to put him in a XXXX hold. Rico felt everything going black.... Hours later Rico finally regained conscieness. There was something in his mouth which Rico tried to take out but he couldn't move his hands. Rico felt rope binding his wrists and ankles! "MMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFF!" Rico yelled through his gag. "Ok, it's my turn to gag him next time", a pouting Jeff said After much struggling, the dude relaxed into the ropes, kind of got used to them, he listened intently to what the "fags" said, trying to get some idea of what they were gonna do with him, but Jeff & Kev just got on with their packing as if he weren't even there. "What the hell are those for?", thought Rico. Jeff was packing the couples bondage equipment. "You're gonna be our little sex slave, boy. We're gonna keep you safe from harm and safe from a life of crime in these very leather cuffs, harnesses, hoods and racks!", said Kev, with a big smile. Rico's' eyes opened wide, now he was scared. A surge of energy came upon him and he struggled and moaned, trying to get free, but, pathetically, however much he moved around he didn't manage to get from the spot on the carpet where they'd laid him! By 4am the guys had finished all of their packing. "Ok, that's everything," said Jeff. "Not quite", said Kev and motioned his head towards Rico, who's' muffled moans began to get louder. "Oh, God, yea, how we gonna transport that delicate little piece of furniture across the state line?" "I've got an idea." Next thing Rico knew they were rolling him up in a big old rug. "Awesome! Fuckin' awesome! You'll be nice and comfortable for our long journey now, kid!", said Kev. "As snug as a bug in a rug!", Jeff said and both were laughing, grinning. Then saying, "Ok, time for a fresh gag I think", he turned the cloth into a cleave gag, from over the dudes' mouth to between his teeth. "Mmmm, just love gagging your mouth, dude! Your dirty mouth was made for gagging!", Jeff said, sighing. "GGGRRRRRRMMMMMMPPPPPFFFF!" Kev was busy securing the bound & gagged guy in the carpet by tying copious amounts of rope tight around their hot "package". Rico's' face was a picture, he looked bewildered. "Well, you came to the right house tonight, stud!", said Kev. The guys looked at each other, smiling. "We're gonna have some fun with you!" "Don't worry, we'll look after you. You'll be our pet, our boy!" "Ok, blindfold the dude, Kev. We don't want him knowing where he is once we get to our new home", Kev did just that. "We have a room especially for you there already, boy!" Rico whimpered and strained in the ropes. Looking down on the dude, completely imprisoned, Jeff said, "One less criminal out there, Kev."
Smiling, also admiring their captive crook, Kev said, "It'll anbe improvement on the trailer park for him, Jeff."
Rico gave a muffled moan into the cloth in his mouth.
The End
Rico played by Nick
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/26/2002
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Tight End by Caitiff
31 photos; 5:12 video
Ooooohhhh, Vin’s head was throbbing. What had happened? He remembered getting off football practice where a hot chick came up to him. Certain he was about ot get laid, he went out for a drink. He didn’t even change out of his uniform. Vin should have had more sense then to go drinking and get laid the day before the big game. But Vin wasn’t too bright when he was thinking with his dick. Only now Vin wasn’t getting laid. He was having a weird dream where he was lying on a futon and for some reason his ass was freezing. Vin could then feel his hands being pulled back behind him. Then he could feel his legs being moved. This was a weird dream, vin had a weird feeling as if he couldn't’ move. He was bound hand and foot.
But it wasn’t a dream. Half awake he had mistaken actually being tied up for a hallucination. As the fog cleared, Vin found he really couldn't’ move his hands or feet. And for some reason he had been stripped down to his jock leaving him bare assed.
“Mmmmuuffuuu?”, Vin tried ot say but a sock was wedged between his teeth. Nothing understandable could get past the gag.
“Good morning sunshine!”, Eddy Tumms, the quarter back for Vin’s rival school’s team said evilly. Surrounding him was the rest of his team and the hot chick who had lured Vin here. “I hope you had fun with my sister last night. Because you are not going to make it to the game, I’m afraid.”
“”Mmmmm!”, Vin protested through his gag. Vin so wanted to kick this guy’s ass, even if he was surrounded buy his friends. But bound hand and foot, all Vin could do was roll and buck around helplessly.
“You might as well get comfortable. You ain't’ getting loose and no one is going to find you. But you are close enough to able to hear our school’s cannon. You know how we fire the thing every time we score. Oh and you might be wondering why we took your pants.”
Yeah, Vin had wondered that. His ass grew red with anger and embarrassment as his nudity was pointed out.
“It’s very simple. If we lose, we will let you go. But if we win, we will celebrate on your ass. Al of us, the whole team!
‘’Mmmmnnnoooo!”, Vin shook his head but he could do nothing as he rolled onto his stomach. His ass was grabbed and man handled and pinched for good luck. Vin was then tightly hog tied and left. His kidnappers knew Vin wouldn’t be getting away.
But Vin tried anyway. He struggled as the game began. He tried to yell for help through his gag as the first quarter came and went. By half time, Vin realised he wasn’t getting loose. He lay back, resigned to his fate. Al he could hope for was that his team was winning.
But a quick mental count of the cannon fire made it clear Vin’s team were losing. This was confirmed when the cannon was fired multiple times to the cheering of the crowd. Vin’s team had lost. And so Vin’s ass would not pay the price.The EndVin played by Mitch Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 12/28/2007 -
Involuntary Hazing by Caitiff
28 photos; 4:29 video
Aiden was hoping for a quiet night. He had only started at his new school and already he had a ton of homework. But it didn’t have to be done right away. So Aiden was going to use this time to relax while he could. The last thing he wanted to think about was homework. He sat on his futon and clicked on “Walking Dead” There was a XXXX on the door to his university apartment. Who could that be? Aiden hadn’t had time ot make friends. He kept to himself. Aiden couldn’t think of who would XXXXing. Before Aiden could check the door, it opened and in rushed a bunch of young men in masks holding rope. “What the hell...?”, Aiden blurted out, frozen in shock. “Get him!’ One of the men said and the gang fell on Aiden. Before he could react, Aiden had his hands tied behind his back. Rope was coiled around his chest. “Mmmm!” Black tape was slapped over Aiden’s mouth, sealing it shut. What was going on? Was he being robbed? “So..” the apparent leader, “You thought you could get away from us?” “Mmmmm?!”, Aiden shook his head, trying desperately to talk through the gag and failing. What kind of tape was this? “Well no one escapes Hell week, pledge!”, the leader continued. “Tie his legs!”What?! Aiden never pledged with any frat. he thought they were stupid, archaic old boy’s networks. What were they talking about? Unfortunately Aiden’s attempts at communicating was for naught. Aiden had his legs tied from ankles to things and then his hands were tied to his socked feet in a tight hog tie. “Ok Pledge Harris, prepare to be judged by Zeta Nu Mu!”, the head frat boy said as his cohorts all pulled out paddles of Z N M. Harris? Did they mean Jethrow Harris? He had switches apartments with the guy because Aiden wanted a window on the west side of the building. These guys must have thought he was that guy. What were they going to do with all those paddles? “Get his ass ready boys!. We all get a shot ..or ten!”, the Leader laughed as the entire frat of Zeta Nu Mu took turns slapping Aiden’s ass hard with their wooden tools. “Mmmmmm! MMMMM! MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!”, Aiden grunted with each pounding on his ass cheeks. At this point, Aiden’s mind was far from worrying about homework. The End Aiden played by Aiden Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:09/24/2012 -
Wake Up by Caitiff
18 photos; 3:25 video
Mickey “Pretty Boy” Metano’s had swam in a XXXX induced fog. Meanwhile Lonny, Mickey's former “employee” looked on. Once Mickey was awake, they could begin.
Earlier that day, Lonny had been the one tied up and helpless. Thinking to get rid of loose ends, Mickey had left Lonny bound and gagged in a closet. But fortunately, Mickey's thug Brian had always been both dumb and lazy. he hadn't’ secured the door as well as he should have. A good push an Lonny had gotten out. Though getting untied had taken longer, he had managed ot get out of the house before the men Mickey had hired to get rid of Lonny had arrived.
But Lonny knew he had ot act fast. Once Mickey heard that Lonny wasn't’ found where he was supposed to be, Lonny’s life wouldn't’ be worth shit. And Lonny wanted his revenge.
But Mickey was a creature of habit. Whenever he did anything that gave him a guilty conscience, he could be found at the local bars, angling to get some pussy. And he always got some. He wasn't’ called “Pretty Boy” for nothing. But this time the woman he was chatting up had been paid off by Lonny to put a roofie in his drink.
Mickey got a Mickey, Lonny laughed at his own joke.
“Awww shit. my head. What happened?”, Mickey groaned. His eyes opened wide when he saw Lonny. ”You? but...Mmmmmmmmm!!!”
“Morning sunshine! Sorry but can’t have you upsetting the neighbours.” Lonny said a she hand gagged Mickey. After a few minutes of struggling, Mickey figured out he wasn't getting free that ay and calmed down.
“Look man, it wasn't’ anything personal. You know that.”, Mickey blurted after Lonny’s hand was removed. “I still have the money. You can have it all....mmmmm.”
“I don't’ want to hear anymore out of your lying mouth.”, Lonny spit as he stuck a piece of tape over Mickey’s face. Even gagged, Mickey couldn't’ stop talking. But al that came out was a series of unintelligible “Mmphs”.
Mickey continued ot test his ropes but he knew it was useless. Both Mickey and Lonny were pro
s when it came to restraining a guy. In their line of work, one often had to keep a grown man bound and gagged and out of the way. “I don't need you to get your money.”, Lonny explained a she showed Mickey his laptop. Mickey’s eyes widened as he figured out the ramifications. “You really need to be more careful about passwords. HotTang?!? You are so predicatbble. Always thinking with your dick. All I wanted was my share but now I figure you owe me an inconvenience fee. That should help set me up. I see you’’ve been skimming even from the big boss. Wonder how he would feel about that.”
All mickey could do was beg through his gag. even Lonny in a rage couldn’t torture a guy like the higher ups could. But greed had made Mickey stupid. And now it had cost him.
“Oh don’t worry. I got my own plans for you.”
Mickey wasn't’ sure he liked the sound of that. And he liked how Lonny was unbuttoning his shirt even less.
“You were always such a big stud with the ladies. Well, you’re my bitch now!”, Lonny said as his hand went down to Mickey’s cock. to his XXXX, Mickey’s dick responded. Lonny knew all of Mickey’s secrets. Including how the man’s dick went hard for anything if it got touched. The man was in a continual state of horniness. And now was no exception. It strained against the fabric of Mickey’s pants.
Mickey could nothing but sit there and be XXXX. His only hope was that once Lonny had had his fill, he would leave Mickey. Maybe he still had time to get out of town himself.
“Hello? Allied shipping?”, Lonny said after dialling into his cell phone. ”I got a package I need delivered. Pretty large crate. Where? Argentina.”.
Lonny hung up the phone. “I hope you are up for a trip. Because I decided I haven't’ even beXXXX getting what you owe me yet.”The EndMickey “Pretty Boy” Metano played by Mike
Lonny played Mitch
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/14/2008
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Unlucky Scratch by Sot Touch
23 photos
“Hey Darnell!”PJ and Lennie grabbed Darnell’s legs and Darnell could only watch helplessly while his two friends wrapped more and more of that awful tape tightly around his ankles and his thighs until he couldn't move his legs at all. Why were they doing this to him?
It was PJ and Lennie, two of Darnell’s sometime friends. They both seemed to be in a good mood and Darnell wanted to keep them that way so he smiled and waved them on into the living room.
Darnell’s two friends were carrying six-packs of brew and soon bottles were being opened and passed around while PJ and Lennie teased Darnell about his good fortune. “We heard about that lucky scratch ticket you hit on so we came by to celebrate.”
“Yea, twenty-five thousand dollars!” Lennie put in. “What are you going to do with all of that cash?”
“I don't know,” Darnell told them as he drank deeply from his beer bottle. “I'm still trying to believe that it really happened to me.”
“You got to buy a new car,” PJ told Darnell as he handed him a fresh beer.
“No man, you got to put a down-payment on a nice house and move out of this dump you've been living in.”
Darnell laughed with his friends and took another long drink.
"No, what you got to do is to take a long trip, go someplace where there’s nothing but nice sunshine and cool water,” Lennie decided.
Darnell looked over at Lennie and suddenly he was seeing two Lennies. Then he began to hear a buzzing sound in his ears as he turned to look over at PJ, but PJ wouldn't sit still. He kept swimming back and forth in front of Darnell’s dazed eyes. And then Darnell touched his tongue to his lips and tasted something funny.
“Did you…did you put something in this beer?” he asked.
“Now Darnell,” PJ smiled at him. “Why would we do that?”
“Don’t know…but I feel so funny….” Darnell was having trouble talking.
“Yea, you look pretty funny, too,” PJ laughed at him.
Then the darkness fell over Darnell’s eyes like somebody had pulled a blanket up over his head.
Some time later Darnell struggled to open his eyes again. The first thing he saw was that he was now wearing some kind of strange white bracelets on his wrists and there was some more white stuff wrapped tightly around his chest. What was going on here?
Slowly the haziness left Darnell’s eyes and the other senses returned to his body. With a sickening shock he realized that the white things on his wrists weren't bracelets. That was adhesive tape and now his hands were taped together! And there was more of the white tape wrapped all around his arms and chest.
“What're you doing to me?” Darnell shrieked in fear, but no words came out of his mouth because now he realized that there was more of that adhesive stuff wrapped all around over his lips.
“Hi Darnell,” Lennie smiled. “They had a sale on adhesive tape down at the store. I hope you don't mind.”
“Yea,” PJ laughed. “We thought that maybe you wouldn't want to cooperate with us, but you're going to start cooperating now.”
“You see,” PJ finally explained. “Tomorrow you're supposed to go down and collect the cash for that winning ticket, but you ain't going. Lennie’s going to do that for you.”
So that was it! They were going to steal his prize money! Darnell began to struggle angrily and made all sorts of protests behind his taped-over lips, but they just laughed at him and pushed him back down onto the couch.
“Don’t be like that Darnell. Ain’t you forgetting you still owe me money?”
Yea, Darnell thought. He owed PJ about two-hundred bucks – not twenty-five grand!
“Yea, you just better chill for awhile while we raid your food box.”
“Maybe,” PJ looked at Darnell with hard eyes. “If you're good, we might feed you, too. And then maybe, if you're really good, we might let you use the bathroom some time before tomorrow.”
Darnell groaned as PJ and Lennie laughed at him and wandered into the kitchen.
Darnell waited until they were out of sight. Then he very carefully rolled his bound body down off of the couch and onto the hard floor. He had to get out of here!
And then Darnell struggled and strained and inched his way across the carpet on the floor.
One inch, two inches, three inches then Darnell stopped to rest. His body was hurting all over and his breath was coming hard through his nose. Then he set off again.
Another inch, and then another inch, and then he realized that he wasn't really moving anywhere. After all of that huffing and his body had moved less than three feet. At that rate it would take him all night to make it to the door. And then what…?
Darnell didn't know. For the moment he was completely beaten. But he wouldn't be tied up forever. Sooner or later PJ and Lennie had to let him go. And then it would be Darnell’s turn.
So Darnell lay there on the floor drenched in his own sweat and fighting for breath through his nose while he began to plan what he would do to PJ and Lennie when they finally let him go.
And then Darnell began to smile behind his mouth tape. He had a plan!THE ENDDarnell played by Sammy Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 01/02/2006 -
Capture and Release by Kirk
32 photos; 7:05 video
Eli knew that Roger was carrying a torch for him. They had dated on and off during senior year..fooled around a bit, made out a little, but nothing too serious. But then Eli had gone to school upstate, and he and Roger had lost touch. Eli was enjoying school, and he thought of Roger now and then, but his life was soon pre-occupied. He was home for spring break, and the first day back he had gotten a text from Roger.
"Meet me at my place tonight..would like to see ya and catch up. Rog."
Eli looked forward to seeing Roger. He XXXX on the basement door, but there was no answer. Turning the knob, he stuck his head in. "Rog...you in here?"
There was a sudden movement, and before he could even react, Roger had jumped Eli and wrapped his arm around his throat
"Gurrggh...what the hell..."
"Welcome home, buddy," Roger said into his ear. "I've missed you!"
Eli struggled, but Roger had always been stronger than him. Before he could loosen the arm around his shoulder, Roger had wrapped rope around his wrists and pulled it taut. In the next few minutes, his wifebeater was gone, and his arms had been stretched out with rope attaching them to the overhead pipe.
"Roger, what the hell...", Eli protested, as the ropes stretching him were tied off.
"You remember how I used to say I'd like to tie you up....don't play dumb," Roger sneered.
"Yeah, I thought you were just kidding...c'mon, let me down, these ropes are tight!"
"I don't think so. You went off to school and left me in this hick town. I've been waiting a long time to get back at you!"
"Get back at me?? What do you...MMMMPPPHHH!!"
Eli's questions were cut off by three strips of silver duct tape plastered on his mouth.
Roger groped Eli's body and pressed his lips hard against his gagged mouth.
"Ummmm......you look hot, buddy!" Roger cooed into Eli's ear as he unbuttoned his jeans.
Eli, though surprised, had to admit that is was hot being dominated like this. Feeling Roger's sexy chest pressed hard against his back, while his arms stroked and hugged him was turning him on big time.
His jeans dropped to the floor, and Roger's hands were soon gently massaging his shaft. Eli laid his head back against Roger's shoulder. He felt Roger's hand brushing his ass and realized that Roger was unbuttoning his own jeans.
"Mmmmmmppppffffff", Eli moaned as he felt his buddy's hot meat lay on his butt crack. Roger moved his hips gently, and the subtle movement of his hard shaft on Eli's cleft began to drive him crazy.
Eli realized this was going to be a reunion to remember.
Eli played by Eli
The End
Roger played by Simon
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production 02/01/2009 -
First Time Hog Tied
25 photos; 4:14 video
Model: Bill
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 07/02/2019
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Embezzlement pt 4: Getting Rid of the Evidence
23 photos; 3:07 video
The Too Nosy Accounatnt Played by Jon Storm
The Greedy IT Guy
The Evil Boss played by Dean
Phptpgraphy by Caitiff Date of Production: 11/14/2017 -
Twin Peaks by JMZ
44 photos; 5:58 video
It was a ritual I participated in since making the team. I did it more out of superstition than anything else but it seemed to make me play better. The day started as usual I ate my weight in eggs and bacon to protein up and made ran a few miles to warm my muscles up. Like I had done before every other game I skipped a shower and put on my uniform, I know it sounds gross but it was a tradition amongst my team mates. I loved the sport and it had been good to me. It gave me the scholarship to college I hoped for, and a chance at a real future. This game was going to determine weather or not we made it to the collegiate finals. I needed to be my best today, I left nothing to chance. It was a few hours till game time and I decided to get in my usual XXXX. As soon as I hit the bed I was out. I was always a sound XXXXer so it didn’t occur to me that I wasn’t alone. In my deep XXXX I had a nightmare, it was the one I always had, I lay on my bed not able to move or speak. There was someone else there with me, but I could never see his face. In my immobilized state he roughly pulled my wrists together and tied them tightly with rope. He would then make his way down to my ankles and begin wrapping the rope tightly before knotting it together. As I began to yell for help the figure would shove a bandana between my teeth and tie it behind my head, gagging me. I thrashed to break free, but with each movement the ropes seemed coil around my limbs tighter. My jaw ached from the gag and my throat began to burn with dryness. Like in every one of these dreams I struggled to catch a gXXXXse of my captor, but all I could make out was a dark menacing shadow of a person. I had spent many dollars with various doctors to figure out this dream; they all chalked it up to control issues. I was adopted very young and had always fought to fit the mold I was expected to be. I couldn’t control what I wanted to, and I had spent the better part of the last three years trying to find out who my birth parents were. It had been an exhausting endeavor. The dreams just seemed to get more intense and a bit erotic. I slowly opened my heavy eyes still feeling the phantom ropes that bound me, this day however something was different. I came to full consciousness to discover I was really bound and gagged. What was happening? I panicked and began to scream inaudible words through the tight gag that encased my cries. I thrashed about the bed confused and exhausted. I tried desperately to get loose. My nightmare was coming true. What was going on? Was this some sort of joke? I rubbed my sweaty socked ankles together to try and loosen the rope, it was no use.“Its no use Teddy, you’re not going anywhere”, a voice echoed in the shadows. I stared in fear as the shadow came closer. I yelled as loudly as my gag would allow as the light hit his face. Staring back at me was my own face. He had the same eyes, features and build; a dark goatee lined his mouth. I stared in shock at this person. “Teddy it’s been a long time, I’ve been watching you for a while, and I’ve got to say you’ve done pretty well for yourself.” “I haven’t been so lucky, but I have I feeling things are about to change”, he said. I tried to speak but the damn gag kept my words hostage. “All will reveal itself in good time brother, but for now I need to keep you out of the way”, he yelled. I pointlessly lunged at him only to be pushed hard against the bed. This seemed to anger him. He ripped taped from a roll, the sound startled me. He sealed my lips tight giving me no chance to speak. He gave me a wicked smile and walked out of the room. I struggled again to get loose, but it was no use. What did he want? I didn’t even know he existed? I needed to get free, before I found out what his intentions were. .....
The ropes dug into my wrists. I pulled and thrashed hoping to relieve myself from the binds. I needed to get loose before he came back. My muscles ached and throbbed from the harsh knots. The gag was unrelenting, keeping every word I tried to utter sealed in my mouth. I listened as he rustled through drawers and closets upstairs. In a panic I began to kick and thrash hoping pure will would break me free. After a long moment of struggle I began to become exhausted, I exhausted every ounce of energy I had left and lay there defeated and scared. It made perfect sense in a way, I was after all adopted. I didn’t even know I had a brother. Were all my dreams simply a premonition to what was happening? I had spent countless hours and money with various shrinks trying to figure out what they meant. As it turns out my dream seemed to come to life in the most literal sense imaginable. I heard the door open and his footsteps come closer. I trembled subtly trying to loosen the knots with my fingers. He walked over and began to mark something over the silver demon that encapsulated my words. What did all this mean? Was he trying to be funny? “Teddy, all my life I have been called a loser. I spent my life being shuffled around from home to home wondering when I would find the life that I dreamed of”, he said. “All of a sudden one day I got a call from an investigator claiming he found a long lost relative.” “I came here a few months ago to meet you and as soon I saw your life and all the breaks you had been given I decided not to approach you.” “Instead I watched you and followed you around hoping to figure out why you were so lucky I had been left to fend for myself.” “Then it dawned on me, you took the life I was supposed to have, and now its time for me to reclaim it”, he yelled. I was horrified. A rush of adrenaline coursed through me and I fought harder than ever to break free. He pounced on the bed like a wild cat to hold me still. He struggled to get control of me, it didn’t take long. He wound rope over my already tied limbs and knotted a hard hogtie. I felt like a trussed up turkey awaiting my fate. I struggled hard; I was not going to make this easy for him. He pulled down my shorts in an attempt to humiliate me further. The cold air hit my bare ass sending shivers down my spine. “MMMPPPHHH”, I screamed! It was no use. He walked out of the room and left me to my struggle. The smell of adhesive from the tape engulfed my nose. I was breathing hard exhausting energy I didn’t know I had. He was going to be me. What was going to happen to me, I wondered. I struggled further and began to accept my fate and exhaustion crept back in. Just I was about to give up the hogtie came loose, I guess his tragic life didn’t afford him a turn in the boy scouts like myself, my knots would have been so much better. I made it to my feet and hopped towards my desk quietly. I was able to reach a pair of scissors. Ihopped back to the bed and began to cut away at the ropes. After a long while I was able to get loose. I plotted my next move. I was not aware of what he was capable of so I decided to make a break for it out of the window. I ran as fast as I could to a neighbor. I called the police and waited anxiously until they arrived. They came back with the news that he had fled. They promised to send out the bulletin for the town to keep an eye out for him. Months passed with no news of his capture. I decided to move and hire a security team to keep an eye out. The dreams stopped, but the fact that he was still out there terrified me more than any dream I encountered. I waited for the day we would meet again, this time I would be ready for him. The End Teddy played by Marco Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 07/24/2009 -
Rancher Lassoed by Anonymous
26 photos
PrologueThe little community of Cactus Springs had seen some hard times, but nothing ever like this. Foreclosures on ranches that had been in the same families for generations were mounting. About the same time as these hard times hit, a new company, the Double-Headed Eagle Inc., had set up shop downtown. No one in town or in the surrounding county knew much about the mysterious business or who was behind it. But there was one man who had suspicions that the Double-Headed Eagle Inc. was headed by Nick Romanov, the Real Estate tsar from back east, who had the reputation of buying up dirt cheap farms and ranches on the verge of bankruptcy and then re-developing the land for resorts and golf courses. That man was Bucky Johnson. Bucky’s great-great granddaddy had come out west, settled near Cactus Springs, and raised cattle on a sizeable piece of land. Bucky took great pride in the hard work and sweat of his forebears to make a living from the land, and he was not about to lose the family ranch or see his beloved countryside lost to some hot-shot city slicker like Nick Romanov, who only wanted to make millions.
Bucky was well known to the other ranchers around Cactus Springs. He had been the star quarterback in high school and had gone on to become a sports legend at Windsor State University. He could have had a great pro career, but Bucky majored in agronomics and wanted nothing more than go back to work his family’s land. Growing up on the range and playing football in school had honed his body to withstand the rigors of ranching. He cut an imposing figure around Cactus Springs, winning the admiration of his neighbors, some of whom, including a few fellow ranchers, would have loved a roll in the hay with him. Armed with his degree in agronomics, his strength, and large XXXX of gumption, Bucky knew he could continue building up what his great-great granddaddy had beXXXX. When the foreclosures started and his suspicions grew about Nick Romanov being behind them, Bucky had rallied the remaining ranchers to meet this new challenge. “If we help each other out like our daddies did and their daddies before them,” Bucky told them, “then we can keep our land and stand up to people like Nick Romanov.” So, Bucky and the others worked hard on their own spreads of land and then worked just as hard helping their neighbors. And Bucky also obtained documents that proved Nick Romanov was behind the foreclosures. Bucky intended to present them to his neighbors at the next town meeting and thwart Romanov. Bucky had been a hero on the playing field, but he was becoming a new type of hero to the people of Cactus Springs.
Nick Romanov was not about to have some young fellow like Bucky Johnson stand in his way of making a fortune. Nick had encountered local opposition before, and he knew that if he bought off the leader of the opposition to him, the opposition fizzled. But this young buck couldn’t be bought off. “For Chrissakes,” Nick stormed, “this yahoo gave up a Pro Career to go back to the farm.” Thanks to the man in Nick Romanov’s pay at the local bank in Cactus Springs, Nick knew that Bucky Johnson had been snooping around and had gotten hold of documents that Nick wanted to be kept secret until he had bought up the land around Cactus Springs. This Johnson kid stood in his way. Nick decided that Bucky Johnson had to be discredited in the eyes of his fellow ranchers. And Nick devised a plan to discredit Bucky, but Bucky would have to disappear for the foreseeable future to make it work.Bucky is TakenNights on the ranch were quiet, except for the occasional sounds of the cattle lowing in the distance or at times a grey wolf howling. So Bucky was easily roused from XXXX by the creaking of the hardwood floors in the front parlor. Having time only to put his britches on and don his Stetson, he leapt downstairs and switched on the lights. Greeting him were two masked men. Bucky demanded, “Who are you and what do you want?”
“You’ll find out soon enough. For now, if you would put your hands together in front of you,” the taller of the two men replied.
Even with his remarkable strength, Bucky realized that he didn’t stand a chance against bullets, so he complied. One of the two men, the short one, approached him with a length of rope and began to wrap it around Bucky’s wrists. Once that was done, the other man walked out of the room towards the den that Bucky used as an office. “I don’t keep much cash in the house, if that’s what you’re after!” Bucky yelled after him.
“Never mind what he’s after, just raise your arms a bit.”
Bucky did as he was told, figuring that they’d be out of there quicker without anyone getting hurt if he cooperated. The short man rolled several more coils of rope around Bucky’s forearms and just above his elbows. After that he wound the rope around Bucky’s torso, effectively pinning his upper arms to his sides.
As he tied Bucky up, the short man spoke softly to Bucky. “You’re one good looking cowpoke.”
Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell do you want, mister?”
“If I have my way, you’ll soon be screaming like a stuffed pig! Turn around and let me see that ass of yours.”
“Hey, wait a minute,” Bucky exclaimed in surprise, “ You can’t…mmpphh!”
“That’s enough out of you. Here chew on this.” Bucky’s words were cut off, as the man stuffed a white neckerchief between Bucky’s teeth and tied it off behind his head. “I want to admire you without any words of interruption.” With that the man spun Bucky round and let out a soft whistle.
“Yessiree…you do have quite a pert little butt on you. Would love to tap that keg!’
“Ah…Jeez! Can’t I leave you alone for a minute? The Boss said not to damage him,” said the taller of the two as he walked back into the front parlor.
Bucky looked upward and said a silent prayer of thanks, but he noticed that the man carried several papers from Bucky’s office with him. He recognized them as the papers he obtained tying Nick Romanov to the foreclosures. He began to suspect that this was no mere robbery!
The taller man ordered his accomplice, “Finish tying him up!” The short guy did so, lashing Bucky’s ankles together. He ended by pushing Bucky down to the floor.
“Whmmatpphh dmmothh yoph wanmmpphh?” Bucky tried to say through the gag.
“I’m afraid we can’t understand you, Johnson, but I’m sure you’re wondering what my colleague and I want from you. We’ve been hired to keep you company for a while. Our employer wants to make sure that you’re kept under wraps until he can secure a few deals from your neighbors.” “Mmmpphhyoth mmppwonpphh gethpphhh awmmppayth mmpphhwithh thissmmpphh,” Bucky attempted to say.
“I imagine you just said that we won’t get away with this. Well, I’m sorry, but we plan to. Our employer knows that you got a hold of some documents he doesn’t want released just yet. I’ve just replaced them with other documents that show you stand to gain a fortune from the foreclosures of your neighbors’ ranches. We are going to take you with us tonight. When you don’t show up for the town meeting tomorrow night, your neighbors will come looking for you. They’ll find those new documents on your desk. Your good neighbors will see you as a fraud. And our employer will be viewed in a more credible light. Even after we release you, no one is going to believe anything you say!”
“Yothmmpphh dirmmpphhtyth basthtardssth!!” was all Bucky could scream in frustration.
“Oh! Well, we may be dirty bastards, but you’ll be a dirtier one to your neighbors,” The tall man replied. Turning to his accomplice and tossing more rope at him he added, “Tie his arms to his ankles, while I finish planting the rest of the documents. And try not to waste any more time feeling him up. They’ll be plenty of time to play with our guest, once we have him stashed…away from this place.”
The short man did as he was told, but couldn’t resist copping another feel of Bucky’s muscular glutes. “Cowboy, we’re going to have some fun later on!”
Bucky fought against the ropes and tried to scoot away from the prying hands, but it was futile. The goon knew how to lasso and rope. The short man, once he was done, left Bucky alone in the parlor. Bucky knew that he had to get lose before the men came back. He grunted into his gag, as he desperately tried to free himself. Bucky had to act fast. He started to squirm and drag himself towards the side table where he kept a bowie knife. If only he could get it, cut himself loose, hightail it out of there, and undermine those plans! “Damn,” he thought, “Here I am hogtied like a prize steer! That sonofabitch Romanov can’t get away with this!” Bucky drew himself closer to the table…
Will Bucky reach the table before the henchmen return?
Will Bucky be able to free himself?
Can he save Cactus Springs from the evil plans of Nick Romanov?
Or will he become the plaything of the short man? The End?Model: Arturo Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 10/09/2008
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Under My Control by Jase1010
25 photos; 4:52 video
When you want to really scare someone, you go through their family. Which is why I had my "employees" XXXX my business rival's son. Mostly it was just business. We weren't going to hurt him, we just needed his father to know we COULD hurt him. I needed to terrorize Desmond Artington so he would allow the merger of our companies to go through. So Sandy Artington was snatched from his dorm in the middle of the night. They would find his roomie bound up with the ties from the room's venetian blinds, gagged with a sock off of Sandy's foot, and struggling and mmpphing curses in the closet. Sandy was taken in exactly what he had worn to bed - gym shorts, boxer briefs, and his remaining sock. Handcuffs did the job of initially restraining him. Thick duct tape sealed his eyes and his mouth. When they brought him into the basement, kicking and struggling and moaning behind his sealed lips, I was a little surprised by my...reaction. There was a certain...stiffening, shall we say? I sent my XXXXs out of the room. And simply stood there, watching his compact little body bounce in bondage on the bed. His milky skin and angry/frightened protests through the duct tape were really arousing me. I approached him to try and calm him down. "Settle down. No one is going to hurt..." With an angry "MMMPPHH!!!" he lashed out with his foot (why oh why hadn't they secured his legs?) and would have connected with my knee if I hadn't leapt backwards. I quickly XXXX his head down into the cot's pillow and got very close to his ear. "You're gonna pay for that," I hissed. Threatening to kill his parents made him a little more docile. It allowed me to uncuff his hands, and re-cuff them to the bedframe in front of him. It made him even more vulnerable. As he squirmed there, handcuffs clanking on the metal and the duct tape on his eyes and mouth depersonalizing him, I gave in to my desires. Watching his tight bubble butt bounce in bondage in those clingy gym shorts nixed any moral compunctions I may have had. He positively squealed behind his gag when I slowly pulled those shorts down. He began to struggle wildly until I planted a firm smack on his boxer-briefed buns. "Remember what I said I'd do to your family, hotshot."He stopped, and merely moaned as I slid the boxer briefs down, revealing his taut bumcheeks. I began to palm them, knead them, get them ready for the impending invasion. So to speak. His handcuffs clanked as he tried to get comfortable. More pitiful moans from his taped mouth. I took a second to freeze that image in my mind. Belly down, ass up, a helpless young man unable to speak or see. Hands restrained by the cold metal. Preparing himself for the worst, and unable to keep from a slight squirming. Sandy played by Chad
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:01/10/2013 -
Hacking the Hard Way
25 photos; 4:12 video
BoundGuy played by Jesse Daniels
Bad Guy played by Ronh Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff Date of production: 06/24/2019 -
Playing the Game
30 photos; 6:01 video
BoundGuy played by Vladimir
Bad Guy played by Sammy
Date of production: 04/26/2019
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The Grovery Bagger by John
26 photos
Now I normally do my grocery shopping at the store down the street from my house, but today I was across town and needed just a few things and knew that if I didn’t get them now I would forget on my way home. So as I was driving I saw a Shop-N-Save and pulled in. I needed to get some shaving cream, razors, and batteries. I needed to do some “manscaping” tonight as I had a date tomorrow and don’t ask what the batteries were for. I grabbed the items and then headed to the checkout line. That’s where I saw him.
This cute and adorable guy, about 5’7”, brown curly hair, and eyes to die for. His nametag said “Hi my name is Craig”. Damn nice to look at you Craig, I thought to myself.
“Paper or plastic?” Craig asked me. I looked at him and said, “Plastic thanks.” I grabbed my items from his hand and started to walk out the door. I stopped and turned around, looked at Craig one more time, then I started to walk back over to him, I pulled out my business cards and gave him one. “I’m a model search guy and do photography. Give me a call if you want to do some work. I think you could totally make it in the field.” It took a lot of courage to say that to him, because it wasn’t “totally” the truth, but wasn’t a lie either.
I waited a few days, and then finally Craig called me. “Hello? This is Craig, the guy that you met from Shop-N-Save. I have been thinking about getting into the modeling industry, do you really think I have the looks?”
“Hey Craig, yea, from what I saw at the grocery store you looked very good. Now I realize that you were in your uniform, but I’m sure you look good out of it too.” I told him.
I arranged for Craig to come over to my house the following evening when he got off work. I told him to bring some “preppy” clothes and we would do some sample photo shoots, a very informal thing.
Craig arrived at my place on-time and ready to go, unlike a lot of my other models. I sat him down and explained the business side of things, had him sign all the releases and what not, then I told him: “Well I just got a request from one of my magazine editors that he needs a set of pictures for a magazine right away, and the problem is I don’t have the kind he wants yet.” “What’s the magazine” Craig asked. “Boys in Bondage” I told him. Craig’s eyes opened up a little wider. By the look on his face I could tell that he didn’t know quite what to think. “Would you be willing to let me for-go the typical “practice shoot” and just take pics of you tied up in some bondage?” Craig thought about this for a little bit and decided that it would be ok. Besides, he was getting paid and he was starting out in the modeling world…or so he thought. Below are the results of mine and Craig’s “photo shoot”Craig played by Tye Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 10/31/2006 -
Clean Sweep
23 photos; 3:28 video
Model: Mike
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/19/2019 -
Wearing Him Down
20 photos; 5:21 video
Model: David
Phootgraphy by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/31/2019
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Embezzlement pt 3: Exposed!
20 photos; 5:41 video
The Too Nosy Accounatnt Played by Jon Storm
The Greedy IT Guy
The Evil Boss played by Dean
Phptpgraphy by Caitiff Date of Production: 11/14/2017 -
The Pledge by Kurt
22 photos; 4:41 video
"OK, pledge...STRIP!!"
Simon swallowed hard as the pledgemaster glared at him. He wanted to be accepted into the fraternity, and he knew that there would be some weird hazing rituals involved, but he had no idea what they would be. He was in the middle of a circle of frat brothers, and the idea of stripping in front of the leering seniors made him blush from head to toe. The basement of the frat house was cold and damp, but Simon slowly did as he was told until he was shivering in his CK boxer briefs.
"All the way, asshole," the pledgemaster barked. "And put this on!"
He held out a skimpy jockstrap with a bright red pouch. Simon slipped the sexy garment on, adjusting his package to fit into the tiny pouch, accompanied by the snickers of the frat boys. As he bent down to pull the straps up his legs, his exposed ass received a stinging slap from an anonymous hand behind him. "HEY!" Simon protested weakly, and immediately he was gagged with a red bandanna that matched the now-bulging red pouch he wore.
"Mrrffffff!" Simon grunted, as the cloth was tied tightly into his mouth.
He was pushed and prodded, and his arms were twisted behind his back. His wrists were quickly tied with white rope, and he was thrown down onto a rickety old wooden chair.
More rope was quickly tied around his upper arms and chest, and his legs were stretched back and tied to the rear chair legs.
"Here's the deal," the pledgemaster said, smirking. "You get one half-hour to get out of the ropes. You have to struggle the whole time or it doesn't count. If you DO get loose, you don't make the cut. If you struggle with your full strength the whole half-hour and still DON'T get loose, you pass!"
Simon winced as the pledgemaster used a marker to write "PLEDGE 1" on his chest. As the frat brothers left the basement, each one gave Simon's exposed package a stroke through the thong-pouch. By the time the last member left, poor Simon was as hard as a brick. He started struggling as he'd been instructed, and the ropes held. He thought maybe he could work the gag out of his mouth using his tongue, but then he thought that would be held against him, so he left it in place. He was even afraid to make too much noise while he struggled in the ropes, so he kept his gagged moans to a minimum.
It seemed like hours before the frats returned.
"Good job, buddy! You're still tied up tight, just the way we like our pledges! You pass!"
Simon smiled beneath his gag. "An ah et uty ow?" he grunted, the rough translation being "Can I get untied now?"
"You pass Phase One!" the pledgemaster said, grinning evilly. "There are TEN phases to the first round of initiation....and you will be kept bound and gagged through them all. Now, are you ready for Phase Two?"
Simon moaned in defeat and nodded meekly.The Pledge played by Simon
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 06/05/2008 -
The Debt by Caitiff
35 photos
Mark was in trouble. He had always had an unlucky streak but he had been so sure that this time would be different. Unfortunately for Mark, it wasn't. Donny the Breaker, the local bookie told Mark that he owed at least twenty grand and he meant to collect. problem was, Donny knew full well that Mark didn't have that kind of money. But at the same time, Donny couldn't let Mark slide. He had to be made an example of. Donny wanted his money but a leg breaking wouldn't get it. Then a contact of his made an offer. "All right kid, this is what you are going to do. Do everything you are told and you can consider the debt paid in full. Don't, and we take it out of your hide. Got it?" Mark didn't have much choice and agreed. So he soon found himself in a hotel room standing bare ass naked, surrounded by Donny's goons. Mark didn't know exactly what was going to happen but what little he could gather was that he was being "hooked out" to some guy and the guy was kinky. Mark wasn't sure he liked the idea of some perv fondle his privates, but he hated the idea of having his privates cut off even more. Mark figured he could put up with one dirty old man for one night. What Mark didn't know was the hoods that stood guard over Mark had different orders. This wasn't just simple prostitution. They were supposed to get this guy ready under very specific instructions. Mark was ordered to turn around and put his hands behind his back. He did so and soon found his hands bound securely with tape. Mark wasn't sure he wanted to be bound but again, what choice did he have? But the hoods didn't stop at his hands. They then went to his feet and started wrapping them first in Saran wrap, then in tape. Soon Mark's legs were wrapped up tightly in tape like a mummy up to his groin. "Keep the ass and dick exposed. 'One goon said to the other, " We got orders." Mark's crotch and ass were left bare but his upper body was not and soon it too was mummified tightly in tape. Mark was getting hot and uncomfortable and increasingly unwilling to continue. How the hell was he supposed to have sex with anyone while wrapped up in tape? "Ok, Uhh guys, sorry. I've changed my mind. I want out. I'll find the money some other..mmmpph!" A thick piece of tape wrapped around his head cut off Mark's words. "You don't get it, do you punk? You ain't got any choice anymore. You just sold yourself for good!" Mark didn't like what the goon was saying. But bound up and gagged, he could do nothing as he was placed on the bed except roll a little from side to side and make pathetic grunting noises. Just then Donny the Breaker and another man who Mark didn't know came in. The strange man looked over Mark, the way someone might look over a piece of meat. Then, the man began feeling mark up, especially rubbing his dick and balls. Despite himself, Mark began to get hard. It's was embarrassing as hell to get aroused while bound, gagged and surrounded by a lot of other guys. But Mark's dick had a mind of it's own. "He's definitely responsive." The man said," and he seems to have a tight body, just like you said. Not too muscular but firm. Let's check his ass out." Mark was flipped over and his butt cheeks pinched and squeezed by the strange man. Mark was both mortified and confused. Was this guy going to have sex with him right now in front of everybody?! "Ahh, excellent. A great ass, just like you said. And where's he going, that's important!" Where I'm going?, Mark thought. hat was going on. "Yes, the man continued," He young enough to still be trainable and the horny but submissive ones are always easy to train anyway. I'll give you thirty thousand for him." "That would be fine." Donny said then turned to his goods," Cover his eyes for the trip. He don't need to see where's going." Mark's eyes were covered with more tape. "I can send you the money and then transport this young man to the ranch where he can meet the others. Pleasure doing business with you." the Man said before mark heard him walk away. "Mmmpphha mmmm!" Mark grunted desperately through the tape gag as he struggled to loosen the tape that bound him. The tape held, however. "Relax kid. It's done. "Mark heard Donny say." What, did you think somebody would pay twenty thousand for a one night stand with you? Sorry, but you're going to be a rich guy's bondage buddy for a good long while. Enjoy it. You ain't got a choice." Oh Shit, Mark thought as he rolled from side to side in a vain effort to free himself. But he soon realized that Donny the Breaker was right. There was nothing he could do to stop being sold into slavery. At least he would be debt free. The End? Mark played by Drew Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/04/2002
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Cuddles
40 photos; 4:10 video
Cuddle Buddy played by Alan
Bad Guy played by Nick007
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/21/2019 -
Taking a Break by Caitiff
21 photos; 4:50 video
It had been five long hours of back breaking work, knocking down walls and breathing in dust. He had yet to get a break. The prisoners assigned to work detail knocking down one of the old buildings at the prison wouldn’t get a break until the guards told them they could. The dust was awful, probably full of asbestos. But the warden refused ot give them respirators. Of course Greg wasn't’ really a prisoner. Just assigned to the prison, he had been put undercover by the warden before any of the inmates could know he was really a guard. The warden was certain a group of inmates was planning something but he couldn’t tell what. So Greg had been dropped into the same work detail to see what they were planning. But after three days of back breaking work, Greg hadn’t learned a thing. He had slowly gained their confidence though and figured it wouldn’t be long. Sure enough when the guard signalled everybody could take their break, one fo the inmates came up to Greg. “Hey. Wanna meet downstairs. Gotta something to show you.” Greg nodded at the guard, “What about him” “Ahhh, he wont’ care as long as we don’t leave the building. Come on.” Greg followed. This could be his chance to finally find out something he could tell the warren and so get out of this place.Greg played by ChadGreg entered a downstairs room, cut off from everyone else. Hardly any work had been done here yet. Suddenly Greg was surrounded by the other inmates! Before he could react, grabbed was grabbed A thick hand held his mouth while Greg was bound with rough thick twine. “Mmmmm!”, Greg grunted while tape was slapped over his mouth. Bound and gagged, Greg could only stare angrily at his captors. “I told you he was a guard! I saw him at White Rock.” One fo the inmates said. Damn, White Rock prison had been where Greg had started as a guard. Somehow the warden had overlooked that a prisoner had been transferred here as well. “Well it doesn't’ matter now. We’re ready. By the time they find him we’ll be long gone.” Greg soon saw what they meant when they pulled away a piece of dry wall that had been made ot look like an intact wall. behind it , where there should have been just dirt or foundation was a tunnel. “Bet you didn’t know there was an old unfinished sub way that ran under this building. We can take it to anywhere in the city..” “Shut up”, there leader said. “He doesn't’ need to know. Now finish tying his feet and leave his punk ass here. We have a train to catch.” Soon Chad was left alone, bound and gagged and rolling on the floor. Just to make matters worse, the guard was incompetent and didn't’ check up on his prisoners until a good two hours later.
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:12/07/2012 -
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Tags: cleave gag, tattoos, shirtless, underwear, hog tie, socks
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Bad Guy One played by Dalton
Bad Guy Two played by Tydus
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Tags: grabbed, tape gag, cleave gag, chair tie, overpowered, tying, gagging, plot. bad guys, suit
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7 photos; 10:30 video
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Date of Production: 06/04/2026
Tags: strip, exposed, tape gag, hand cuff, nude, nudity, bare foot, socks, dominated, grope, fondle
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12 photos; 6:27 video
Model: Black Bear from Brazil
Photography by Marco Grieco
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Tags: Bear, gag, exposed, butt
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19 photos; 3:36 video
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Bad Guy played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/31/2026
tags: bear, gagging, hand gag, grabbed, bad guy, chair tie, tape gag, cleave gag
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24 photos; 5:25 video
Model: Geordi
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Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/18/2026
Tags: double, cleave gag, tattoo, shirtless, twink, grope, bare foot, hopping
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24 photos; 5:32 video
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Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/30/2026
Tags: plug gag, hand cuff, shirtless, jock strap, underwear, hand gag, dominated, tying, bare foot, tattoo, tickled, grope
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