Punk Ass Bitch by Caitiff

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"Hey Pig! You can't keep me!" Steve Yeager, the thuggish looking youth in the back of Officer Gold's patrol car.   "Shut up" was all Officer Gold said as he continued driving down some back roads into a quiet suburban neighborhood.   Steve, however, continued to cop an attitude. Seventeen and already he knew it all. He was a high school drop out with a record longer then his arm. But as long as his rich Daddy was willing to grease a few palms, talk to a few golfing buddies, this didn't mean much to Steve.   Until Officer Gold saw him, hanging out on a street corner. Steve didn't see Gold. Not at first, But when Steve snatched some fruit from the bag of an old lady carrying her groceries home. All Steve wanted was a little fun to kill time. He was going to give the pleading old bag her fruit back..eventually. But he never had a chance. Before Steve knew he was there, Officer Gold had pushed his face into the sidewalk and pinned Steve's arms behind him so he could be cuffed.   "Here you go, M'am." said Gold , handing her her stolen food.   "Oh thank you officer! It's such a shame that we have to put up with ruffians like this! They should teach these young men how to show some manners!""   "Yes. Don't worry. I'll take care of it."    That had been ten minutes ago. And during that ten minutes, Steve had been screaming at Gold to let him to, that his father would have his badge, that he was going to file police brutality, ect ect...   Officer Gold was unimpressed.   Finally they arrived. But it wasn't the police station. At least none that Steve had ever seen all the other times he had been arrested. Gold pulled Steve out by one arm and led him to the door of a small house.   "Hey! What the fuck! This isn't the police station! What' going on here!" Steve protested as he was led inside.    Gold's reply was quick and to the point. He tripped Steve, sending him crashing to the ground.    "What the Mmmmpphhh!" Gold's hand tightly clamped over Steve's mouth, cutting off the invectives. The hard, cold look in Officer Gold's eyes kept Steve quiet as much as the hand over his mouth did.   "In case you haven't noticed," Gold explained in a matter of fact way that belied the dangerous look in his eyes," You are cuffed and under my control. No one can hear you, no one knows you are here. I can do anything I want with you and no one will ever know. Do you understand?"   Steve gave a weak nod.    "Good. I'm glad we're on the same page here. But still, I think I'll keep you quiet for a while." Steve soon had a small rubber ball on a strap being XXXX into his mouth. it was then tightened into place. The foul taste of the ball filled his mouth and Steve thought he was going to be sick.   Gold then sat his prisoner on a chair and soon had out clothesline with which he immobilized Steve. Steve's arms were XXXX back and his shoulders and elbows were tied uncomfortably together. Then more rope went around his torso, knees and ankle's. Steve gave out a groan as he he vainly tested his bonds.    "Don't be a wussy" Gold said, smacking Steven on the side of the head. Gold then went and turned on TV and began watching.    What the hell was going on? thought Steve. And how was he going to get out? A million scenarios ran through his mind, none of them good. This cop was obviously psycho. For all Steve knew, he was about to be XXXXd and murdered by some serial killer cop! And Gold was right about no one knowing where he was. Steve could expect no help. But maybe, if Steve could get this guy to take the ball gag out his mouth, he could be convinced he was worth more alive then dead! His Dad was filthy rich. He had more money then he knew what to do with, as Steve well knew since he had forged a number of checks with his dad's name on them and the old man never seemed to notice. Steve could buy his way out this with his father's just like he had every other problem he had ever had.    "Mmmm mmmpphh mmm!" Steve grunted. He needed to explain to this guy that Steve could pay any ransom. But the gag made everything he said an unintelligable mumble.    "Don't talk with your mouth full" Gold said, his eyes never leaving the TV as it showed Buffy the Vampire Slayer.   "Maa Mmmmhhaa Mmmmnnneeee!" Steve said, trying to enunciate the words 'I have money' as well as he could through the gag. Gold turned to Steve.   "Excuse me?"    "Mmmaaa...Kaaa...Mpeeee...Ooooo....Mmmmphhnnneee!" Steve grunted out as best he could.    "You can pay me money?" Gold asked back, finally getting what Steve was trying to say. Steve vigorously shook his head yes.   Gold turned back to the TV. "You should know money isn't what I want you for."   A cold chill ran down Steve's spine. If this guy didn't want money then there had to be only one thing this guy wanted. Though his dad had always bailed him out, Steve had been in jail long enough to know what young tight ass like his was worth to the cons in jail. Could the cops be any different?    Steve seemed to get his answer when Gold called someone on the phone. Steve strained to hear what was being said.   "Right, I got him....Just like you wanted him......The training should take a little while, like we discussed, then he's all your's to with as you please....Don't worry about it, I can MAKE him cooperative. ... Ok, be here at three and you decide if you still want him or not. Good bye."    Shit! Steve wasn't going to just get XXXXd, he had been sold into some kind of white slavery ring! And now his buyer, probably some rich perverted dude as old as dirt, was going to take him home as his personal sex slave. And there wasn't a damn thing Steve could do about it!    At three, Steve was untied from the chair though he remained cuffed and gagged. Then his pants were stripped off, leaving him in his boxers.   Steve tried vainly to fight but Gold was much bigger then he was, knew how to restrain someone, and wasn't already cuffed and gagged like his prisoner was. Steve's feet were soon tied and he was let squirming on the floor as Gold went to answer the door.   All sorts of thoughts were racing through Steve's mind. Was this guy going to fuck him right on the floor? Was the cop going to join in too? What if he didn't wan to buy Steve, what would happen to him? Would they at least use lube?    Then the man at the door came into the room and like Steve expected, it was an old guy. What Steve didn't expect was that the old guy was Steve's DAD!?   "Mmmmpphhh!!" Mmmm-mmmm!" Steve exclaimed though his gag. Was he going to be ransomed after all?   "Hello son," Steve's father said with a sigh. And Steve suddenly noticed that his dad wasn't too quick to untie his bound son or that the cop didn't seem particularly mindful of having his hostage's father running around his house. Gold had gone back to watching TV. Enterprise was on. What was going on?    "I'm sorry but this is for your own good." Steve's father continued, "I can't let you go to prison but I can't keep cleaning up your messes anymore either. This officer says he can teach you some manners. Hopefully, you'll be free in time for your eighteenth birthday when your records get sealed. A clean slate...wouldn't that be nice?"    What the fuck! His own dad had had him XXXX? And he would be let go when he turned 18? That was six months from now! And being bound and gagged all that time, held prisoner by some. psycho cop?! Steve would have preferred to be sold as a sex slave.        "Mmmmmm! Mmmmm!" Steve moaned but his dad wasn't listening. Steve was soon alone with Officer Gold.       "I think we'll try a hog tie. That should settle you down enough for me to finish watching Roswell."     Six months later, it took almost the entire time, but Steve did eventually reform. He even got used to the taste of the ball gag in his mouth.       The End   Steve played by Philip   Photography by Caitiff  

Jock'd

32 photos; 4:23 video

Model: Aaron   Photography by Caitiff  

Caught With His Pants Down

25 photos; 4:53 video

Bound Guy Played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 08/18/2019

Poor Little Rich Boi by Zac

25 photos; 5:33 video

 

Basic Training by Fidelis

29 photos; 3:18 video

  Ohhhhh. Sergeant Mike Brown tried to rub his aching head. What had happened? He had heard loud music, drunken shouting and smelled doobie. He had gone to investigate, and thenPOW!!! Something had slammed into his jaw, and everything had gone dark. What the fuck? Why were his hands tied together? And his feet? He was going to kick some ass. If those new recruits thought that they could get away with something like this, they had better think again. Once he got his hands on them, those sorry little bastards were going to wish that they were still at home with Mommy to tuck them in.
"You buggers, you come and untie me now!!! "
"Hey, Sarge, you got a problem?"
"You, youI should have known that you were behind this, Creighton. You're in BIG trouble now! I'm gonna rip your balls off!"
"Gee, I'm scared, Sarge. Can't you see me shaking? That's mighty big talk from someone who's all tied up. I'm tired of listening to you. You're spoiling our fun. Open up, Sarge."
"Don't you even think about..GGGGMMMMMMPPHHHH!"
"What's wrong, Sarge? Cat got your tongue? You're not so tough now, all tied up and gagged. Just you sit there like a good Sergeant. You don't want to be a party pooper, do you? The kids are finally having a good time."  

      Fucking punk! Mike pulled at the new ropes that Creighton had added to his bindings. The foul taste in his mouth seemed to be getting worse. Yuck. No matter what he did, he couldn't loosen the gag or the ropes. He howled through the gag. What the hell were those kids on? They were getting louder and louder, hooting and hollering. "Yeah, Creighton, go for it! Bring the bastard in!"
"Hey, Sarge, guess what? The boys want you to join the party. Isn't that nice of them? It seems that they're all kind of frisky and need some release. I mentioned that you were out here, ready and willing to give them what they want. What do you think about that?"
"MMMNNNOOOOO!" Sergeant Brown screamed into his gag as Creighton grabbed his feet and started to drag him towards the room full of horny young men. This couldn't be happening to him! OH SHIT!!!!!      

Waking Up by Kirk

18 photos; 3:03 video

  It was the last straw.  The anger had been building for years.  He snapped.  Twenty-six year old Eric was livid with rage.  He had taken abuse from his older brother Tommy since he was a kid.  Tommy would beat the shit out of him.  Tommy would jump him, tie him up, and leave him fir hours.  As they got older, Tom my would sabotage his dates with his girlfriends, steal and destroy his homework, even call his boss at work and accuse him of stealing parts from the job.  Eric moved out when he was sixteen.  But Tommy kept ragging him, an obsession to destroy his younger brother at any cost.
 
And Eric snapped.  He had prepared his supplies:  Rope and Duct tape.  He had no remorse, no second thoughts.  It would be murder.  Simple murder.  Yet, revenge.  Ultimate revenge.  Eric got to Tommy’s house knowing his Saturday morning routine:  his boy friend would be drunk and crashed out from the night, and good boy Tommy would do the house cleaning.  Eric crawled through the basement window with the broken lock and waited.
 
Eric remembered.  It had been the last straw.  He was sixteen and Tommy jumped him when he got home from school.  Eric had put up a good fight but his brother was stronger and soon had his wrists tied behind his back.  Eric struggled as his brother stripped him and bound him.  Gagged and blindfolded, Tommy dumped the naked bound boy in the back of his car and drove at 1 AM to the high school football filed where he dumped his kid brother at the 40 yard line.  Eric struggled for hours until he finally got free and walked home at 4 AM naked through the streets.  Completely humiliated but grateful nobody had seen him, he left that night.      Eric hit him.  Hit him hard.  Tommy, carrying the laundry basket down the stairs slumped to the floor.  Eric looked at his brother, hatred welling up in side of him.  He lifted his unconscious brother and put him in a chair.  Eric was breathing heavy.  His heart was exploding in his chest as he crossed Tommy’s wrists behind him and began to bind them.  It felt good, very good as he pulled with all his might at the rope tying his brother’s hands.  “You roped mine so fuckin tight I had rope burn for days,” he spoke to his brother, who was moaning and awaking.  Eric quickly neutralized his brother legs and feet, and roped his arms and legs to the chair.  He liked it, the feeling of control he finally had over Tommy, who just awoke and begin to get his bearings and test his ropes. 
 
“What the fuck are you doing?  Get me out of these ropes or I will beat the shit out of you your worthless pile of shit!”   Eric grabbed his brother by the throat with one hand and shoved his hand over his mouth with another.  “You are going to die today you mother fucker!”  Tommy began to buck his body at the ropes as Eric shoved a sock from the basked down his Tommy’s throat and tapped gagged him.  Tommy began to squirm in the chair and bang it around and cursed under his gag, but Eric had been planning to rope his brother for years and Tommy was going nowhere.
 
Tommy helplessly watched as Eric put the clothes in the washing machine.  He set the cycle for 30 minutes.  As the clothes began to wash, Eric spent the half hour getting revenge on his brother.  He beat and kicked the bound man as Tommy, defiant with rage; gag mumbled how he planned to kill Eric when he got free.  The buzzer sounded, and Eric moved the wet cloths to the gas dryer.
 
“You kill me.  You have it wrong, mother fucker!  I kill you - you son of a bitch!”  Tommy, now sweat covered from his struggles and abuse, watched as Eric unhooked the gas line from the back of the dryer.  Soon Tommy smelled the natural gas filling the room.
 
“It should take some time.  This is a big room.  I’ll be watching for the explosion!”
 
Eric left.  Tommy went ballistic.  He was terrified and fought his bindings, moving the chair all around the room.  The gas kept escaping from the cloth’s dryer.  Tommy was screaming, hoping his boy friend would hear, but the gag made it impossible.  He finally slumped and began to sob in the ropes, shaking in fear.
 
The gas hissing stopped. 
 
Eric shoved his head through the window.
 
“You are dead meat.  You will not know when or where.  You are dead meat.”
 
Eric left helpless Tommy slumped and defeated bound and gagged. 
   

Roy Toy

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Model: Roy Photographer: Caitiff

Exchange Student by Kirk

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                Nicoli was helpless as his captors finished restraining him.  “Now we prepare the box.”  “The box????” Nicoli helplessly mumbled.  “Yes, Nicoli.  See we have a large wooden box.  I will tie you up into a little ball.  You’ll be XXXXed and put in the box, taken to the airport and by private jet returned home.  Your brothers should have been broken by torture when you arrive, and they will have the pleasure of watching you executed! They began to drill air holes in the box.  Another rag was placed around Nicoli’s eyes.  He heard scuffing sounds, and then all was quiet.
 
            Nicoli figured his captors had left.  He had to break free and save Tommy.  Ignoring his blindfold and gag, Nicoli bucked in the ropes.  He remembered how, when he was a kid, he endured the pain as he sawed his wrists free.  Loosing no time, he once again began twisting his wrists.  Slowly, so slowly, yet his fingers finally reached a knot.  Fumbling and sweating, he worked the knot and got his wrists free.  Freeing his legs he pulled the blindfold off his eyes.  The chair with Tommy was gone!  Where did they take him?  Finally unroped, Nicoli went to the kitchen to get a knife as a weapon where he found Tommy and his two captors sitting around the table drinking beers.  At once they began to laugh at Nicoli’s perplexed look.
 
            “Well you said you could break out of anything you were tied up in?  And you wished you had a chance to try. We just wanted to give you a challenge and a little good old USA initiation!”  Nicoli soon realized that it was a practical joke.  He noticed Tommy’s arms:  roped burned.  He looked at his own wrists and saw the same.  “Yeah, Nicoli, these buddies of mine are XXXXs for hire.  Makes cool fun at parties.”  Nicoli joined the laughter and the beer.  And before the night was over, he and Tommy had been roped, back-to-back, legs bent and tied, and were struggling to get out of a wooden box.     Nicoli played by Finest Young   Photography by Caitiff    

Snip and Tuck by John

42 photos; 2:19 video

   Jarred watched his playmate Chris struggle against the ropes with an evil grin on his face. Jarred and Chris had been getting together regularly for about a year now and tieing up each other for the fun of it. Jarred was amused at his handy work today though.
“Damn, I’ve outdone myself this time!” Jarred said, “Looks like reading all those boy scout books along with the Bound & Gagged magazines has finally paid off!”
“MMMMPPPPFFFUCKMOFF” Chris struggled to get the words
out of his mouth, but he could only grunt out so much with that big green ball gag stuffed down his throat. Jarred just sat in the corner and laughed.
  “Here, roll over, I need to try out my hog-tie skills on ya now.” Jarred said. And with that, Chris was on his stomach with his legs being pulled back towards his head
“MMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHFFFOUCH” screamed Chris.
Jarred was a bit of a sadistic fucker, and Chris knew this, as he almost covered his arms with rope, it seemed to Chris that Jarred was never gonna finish tieing the rope.
Jarred moved in closer to Chris and grabbed his face and said “Now don’t get scared but I really don’t like those underwear and that t-shirt you are wearing. So I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to get rid of them for you!” Chris nor Jarred had ever been naked in front of each other before. They had never gone past just being in their underwear. Just the thought of being naked in front of his friend made Chris start to get hard. Of course, Jarred saw this and grabbed his cock and said “WOW! Looks like someone is getting a little excited.”
  *SNIP* *SNIP* Chris was getting pissed at Jarred now because his mother had just bought him this new underwear, and now his friend was cutting them off.
“Oh, well lookie here!”
“MMMMMMMMMMMM” moaned Chris.
“Damn bro, you got quite a cock on you.” Chris was harder than he had ever been before. For some reason being tied up and now naked in front of his good friend Jarred for the first time, was really turning him on.    But of course, Jarred being the sadistic fucker that he was said “Well let’s get you back on your stomach so I’m not tempted to play with that cock of yours bro!” And with that, Chris was back on his stomach with his bare ass now up in the air. Chris was starting to worry though. He knew that he had liked guys, but was hoping that Jarred wasn’t going to take advantage of him now that he was naked. He wanted the first time with a guy to be a special one, not one where he was tied up and struggling to get out of his ropes. As Chris started to think more about this, he began struggling to get out of the ropes that were confining him and felt like their grip was getting tighter and tighter.       Chris finally managed to get back on his backside and of course, Jarred laughed once again as he held Chris’ cock in his hand. “Damn Mister, Your cock isn’t goin
soft yet!”    “MMMMRRRRRPPPFFFFWAIT” Chris yelled
“You are probably thinking up some sick perverted way that you want me to play with you while you are helpless.” Jarred said to Chris. This could be farther from the truth.
Chris, finally exhausted from struggling against his ropes and was eager to get of the bondage, looked at Jarred with the cutest puppy eyes he could muster up. “What? You think that is gonna get you out bro?” said Jarred. “You’re gonna have to get free like you always do man!”      “MMMMMMPPPPPPRRRRRFFFFFSHITHEAD!” moaned Chris as Jarred slapped some white duct tape over his mouth and eyes.
“Now you can?t give me that look anymore bro. I almost felt sorry for you there for a second. NOT!” said Jarred as he laughed at his friend.
“I’ll be back later to check and see if you are free yet. I’ve worked up quite an appetite laughing and sitting there watching you struggle. I’m gonna go grab a quick bite to eat.” As Jarred said walking out of the room and leaving poor Chris there defenseless and naked with his cock still hard.     Chris played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff
 

Cuffed Cop

30 photos; 4:18 video

Cuffed Cop played by Rex
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production :  07/13/2019

Put In Storage

28 photos; 4:44 video

Victim played by Dominic
Phootgraphy by Caitiff


Date of ProductionL 08/03/2012

Internal Rope and Gag Service

20 photos; 4:22 video

 

   

You've Been Benched by Soft Touch

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              “Hello Blake.”
            Referee Blake had been busy looking for his silver whistle so he was surprised to see two strange men in his private locker room.  Both of them were really big men like ex-football players or something.  One of them had his hair cut in a severe crew-cut and the other had a big gold tooth in his smile.
            “Is there something I can do for you?” Referee Blake asked politely.
            “Yea,” Crew Cut drawled.  We sent you a letter, but I guess we forgot to stamp it.”
            “You were told that the Marmadots were supposed to lose,” Gold Tooth moved closer to Blake.
            “But you just kept on handing out them red cards and benching our Tweelers until they lost,” Crew Cut drawled as he moved around behind Blake.
            “Listen, this locker room is private. If you have any questions about any calls I’ve made, you need to take those up with the main office,” Blake explained nervously as he tried to keep his eyes on both of the big men.
            “No, we’re taking it up with you!” Crew Cut growled as he suddenly pinned both of Blake’s arms behind his back.
            “Take your hands off of me!  I’ll call security!”
            “Go ahead and call,” Gold Tooth smiled as he moved close to Blake’s chest.  “Call as loud as you like.”
            Blake opened his mouth to call for help, but as soon as he did Gold Tooth mashed a damp cloth over his face and, as soon as Blake took a deep breath to yell, all sorts of sweet numbing fumes rushed into his nose and mouth.
            The next thing Blake knew he was being propelled toward the door by the two big men.  He tried to struggle and he tried to tell them to stop, but those sweet fumes kept filling up his head until he felt as light as a balloon.
            When Blake’s vision cleared again, he was sitting in the back seat of somebody’s car and being wedged in by Crew Cut and Gold Tooth sitting on either side of him.  Part of his brain was trying to protest that this couldn’t be happening to him while the rest of his brain was trying to tell him that now his hands had been tied together in front of him, his mouth had been stuffed full of cloth, and now Crew Cut was holding his mouth shut while a smiling Gold Tooth was plastering strips of adhesive tape all over his mouth and chin and cloth-bulged cheeks.
            “What are you doing to me?” Blake tried to ask, but all he could make was a frightened moan way back in his throat.
            “Just sit back and enjoy the ride,” Crew Cut growled at him.
            Then that damp cloth was being held over Blake’s nose again and he had no choice but to breathe more and more of the dizzying sweet fumes until –
            The next thing Blake knew he was awake, but he couldn’t see because more of that adhesive tape had been plastered over his eyes.  And he was being pulled along by his tied hands and walking, but he couldn’t see where he was going.  Then he heard a door open and a door close and he guessed that he was now inside of someplace, but inside of someplace where?
            “Please let me go,” Blake moaned behind his taped-over lips.
            “Sounds like some kind of sick cow,” Gold Tooth laughed.
            “Yea, maybe the Boss will let us milk him later,” Crew Cut taunted.
            Then they pushed Blake’s body down on the hard floor and they were none too gentle as they tied his wrists to his crossed ankles.
            “Okay Referee Blake, you just sit right there while we make a phone call.”
            Blake listened to their heavy footsteps going away from him and he waited until he was pretty sure that he was alone.  Then he began twisting his wrists against the harsh ropes and he tried to pull his hands free from his ankles, but the ropes still held him tight until he heard those heavy footsteps coming back toward him.               “So what did the Boss say?” Blake heard Gold Tooth say.  “Can we start milking him now?”
            “No the Boss is coming over.  He wants to handle Referee Blake personally.  That’s not good news for you Blake.  The Boss must be really pissed at you.”
            Suddenly a searing pain ripped across Blake’s forehead and eyelids as the tape was pulled off of his eyes.  Then he blinked his tears away and looked up to see the smiling Crew Cut and Gold Tooth standing over him.
            “Maybe you won’t be able to hand out your little red cards so easy if the Boss breaks both your arms,” Gold Tooth sneered down at him.
            “Or maybe he’ll break your jaw so you won’t find it so easy to go blowing your silver whistle when we don’t want you to,” Crew Cut smiled like he was enjoying that thought.
            “Yea, but if it was me, I’d break both your legs so you couldn’t do no running around at all,” Gold Tooth sounded really enthusiastic about that idea.
            “Maybe, but we’ll let the Boss decode all that.  Right now Blake you’re going to stay in this room, and you’re going to stay quiet.  Any trouble from you and I promise we’ll hit you with something a lot harder than a red card.”
            Cold fear ran down Blake’s back and made his whole body shiver as he realized that he was now in the hands of two or three maniacs.  He had to get out of here!
            Blake strained and struggled and fell all over the floor.  Each time he fell, he would freeze and listen for the sound of the two big bruisers coming back.  Then he had to admit that there was no way he was going to get free of these ropes by himself.  He had to have help.
            Blake struggled back up onto his knees.  Then he held his tied hands out in front of him as far as he could.  And then he leaned his body forward and dragged his knees up to where his hands were.  Then he started the slow painful process all over again.  It hurt and he knew that he looked like some kind of ridiculous frog, but it was the only way he could think of to get out of here as he inched his body closer and closer to an unguarded door.
            Finally he reached the door.  Then he had to undergo another painful process of rubbing his taped mouth up against the door knob until he finally got it to turn enough to release the door.  Then he nosed the door open with his nose and—
            Suddenly there was a loud cheer and a burst of laughter coming from the other room where it sounded like Crew Cut and Gold Tooth were enjoying the game.
            Blake didn’t want any more to do with them so he slipped through the open door.  Then he frog-hopped and frog-hopped away.     Blake played by Johhny
Photography by Caitiff
 

Going No Where

31 photos; 4:10 video

Model: Chad
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/03/2013

Jake's Wake Up Call by Kurt

25 photos; 7:18 video

 

After Work by JMZ

23 photos; 3:50 video

 

Prisoner 1203

25 photos; 6:59 video

Prisoner 1203 played by Remy
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:  07/23/2019

Bear In His Underwear

27 photos; 5:17 video

Model: Rex
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 07/13/2019

Snug as a Bug by Nick007

26 photos; 5:19 video

 

The Letter by John

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 It was late Wednesday afternoon when John O’Malley received a XXXX on his hotel room door. The man at the door, wearing a long, black trench coat and black pants and shoes handed him an envelope and said “Follow the instructions inside and no one will get hurt.”

You see, John O’Malley plays futbol or as we Americans know it “soccer” for the Irish national team. His team is inParisright now playing a tournament and has made it to the final round where they are supposed to play the German national team on Friday.

John proceeded to open up the envelope the stranger had given him inside there was a letter.

Wednesday, June 23, 2004.

To Whom It May Concern:

We have taken your star Forward, Michael O’Brien, and are holding him at an undisclosed location. Our demands are simple. 

  1)    You don’t come looking for him. 

2)    You tell the media that he is too sick to play the game on Friday and we will return him after the tournament is over.
Now of course John immediately thought that this had to be the doing of the German national team or at least someone associated with them or a crazy fan of theirs that wanted to make sure they won the tournament. You see, with a win at this tournament the German national team would be the top seed going into the World Cup tournament. John continued to read the

letter...

  We have enclosed some pics for your “enjoyment” just to know that we are not joking around with this. Please take us seriously or else you will never see your star Forward again!
 
                                                                       Sincerely,

                                                                       Fan O’Socker

         John pulled all of the pictures out of the envelope and was amazed at what he saw. He couldn’t believe that they had taken his best friend and tied him up like that and were holding him hostage. And to make matters even worse they had an “Eringo Braugh” blanket in the background. Was this the Germans? Or was it possibly an Irish Conspiracy?? Micheal O’Brian played by Lyle
Photography by Caitiff

Stuck by Ogre

31 photos; 3:15 video

         

Having Fun With the Boss

23 photos; 6:01 video

Bound Guy played by Lucien
Bad Guy played by Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 04./04/2019

Worked Out by Caitiff

30 photos; 4:28 video

 “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.”

Rico's Bad Day by Ivor Ciccone

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  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