Puppy Love 2

14 photos; 8:02 video

Model:Vidhra Model:Chad Rope Work by rdf85 Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:10/06/2012

The Temp by John

27 photos; 1:43 video

Andy wasn’t so good at work. In fact, Andy was so bad, that he couldn’t keep a job. Even a temporary job. This frustrated Andy’s employer tremendously, so he decided to call him into the office one day for some “extra” training. The boss brought Andy in on a Saturday when no one else was scheduled to be in the office. He told him he needed to start dressing like a young professional, even if he was doing temp work. The boss said don’t show up on Saturday unless you have a suit of your own. Andy went out to the mall Friday after he got off work and bought him the cheapest suit he could find. It wasn’t like Andy wanted to be doing this for very long. After all, he was an aspiring guitarist who wanted to play in a rock band, and was just waiting for the right band to come and offer him a contract. Andy finally shows up to the office Saturday morning, his boss wasn’t happy. You see, he showed up 30 minutes late because he was out partying with his buds the night before. “How could you be late for training?” Andy’s boss exclaimed. His boss then showed him to the training room which was in the back of the office. Andy’s boss popped in a video for Andy to watch about “Responsibility and the Corporate World.” Andy wasn’t at all interested in this video but he knew he needed to keep this job because his bills were coming up in a few weeks. Andy started watching the video, but he soon noticed his eyelids getting heavier and heavier from the lack of XXXX he had gotten the night before.   The boss saw Andy’s head drop a few times and pop back up, but then it finally dropped and Andy was out, XXXX from exhaustion. Andy’s boss didn’t really care, because he wanted to “train” Andy to be a good employee and to do what his bosses told him. So he had an “alternate” training seminar that Andy was soon going to be introduced to. Andy’s boss picked Andy up out of the chair and took him to the couch in the board room. He then duct taped his mouth closed so Andy couldn’t speak, but only listen to his boss. Next, the boss went to his office and grabbed several long ropes that he was going to tie around Andy’s feet and ankles. Once Andy was all tied up nicely on the couch, the boss slapped Andy on the face and Andy, in shock, woke up. He found himself in a state of immobilization. He also couldn’t speak. What the hell had happened to him, Andy thought. He was watching a video last he knew, and now he was on this couch and couldn’t speak or move. Andy began to struggle against the ropes, twisting and turning and trying to somehow get free. But he couldn’t seem to loosen the ropes at all. Then he looked in front of him, and there stood his boss. “I told you I was going to train you today. Now I am going to REALLY train you Andy. You see Andy, you have a tendency to not listen to instructions you are given, and I intend for you to break that habit this weekend.” Andy thought, “this weekend”? “What?” “MMmmmmmmffffffff” Andy yelled. No one could hear him though, except for the boss. And his boss frankly wasn’t going to listen to him. “Hopefully by Monday I will have trained you to listen to your employer and you’ll be able to go to work at a new job this Monday. But that all depends on your training this weekend Andy. Who knows if you will be able to get through training this weekend. We may have to extend it for a full week, that’s up to you.” And with that, Andy’s boss left the room leaving Andy bound on the couch trying desperately to figure out how he was going to get out of this situation. Fin Andy played by Clark Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/21/2006

Meeting His Match by Latoo

25 photos

It was TJ’s big wrestling match. “Finally” TJ thought. “I’m going to win the state championship.” TJ has been winning all of his college wrestling matchups throughout his senior year and he has his match today with the state champion. If he wins this, he will become the next state champion; he sits in his basement floor pumping himself up before he has to leave for the match. However, not everyone shares TJ’s view. One business man in particular would lose a lot of money if TJ won; he placed a lot of money on his opponent and wishes not to lose it. So, this business man obtained TJ’s house address from TJ’s couch with a little convincing from a Mr. Ben Franklin and then he sent a “friend” to deal with TJ accordingly. “Now, just make sure TJ doesn’t make it to the match… I want this to be as clean and simple as possible.” The business man said before sending his “friend” named Gavin to handle this situation. Gavin went to the house, lockpicked his way through the back door, and started searching the house. He went through the kitchen, living room, bedroom, and then made his way to the basement. Gavin started going down the stairs where he saw that TJ was already in his uniform. “Damn.” Gavin sighed. “Thought I had more time. Ok… let’s do this.” Gavin pulled out a pocket edge and walked down the stairs slowly. TJ saw him and was perplexed. “What the fuck are you doing here?” “Look kid.” Gavin stated. “I’m here on official business. If you do what I say, this will be a lot easier for you. Or else am I going to have to use my little edge here.” “Ok ok ok…” TJ sounded defeated. “What do you want?” “Simple…” Gavin smiled. Just get on that bed over there and don’t move.” “Fine…” TJ got on the bed. “Now, hold your arms forward.” Gavin commanded. TJ did what he was told and Gavin tied his wrists nice and tight. “Look…” TJ continued. “You never told me why you’re here in the first place.” “All will be revealed in good time.” Gavin pushed TJ’s leg into his knees and started to tie his legs also. “I don’t want you running away on me… that’s all.” “Look!” TJ started getting impatient. “I want to know why you’re here, why you’re tying me up and also why MMMM!” At that moment, Gavin shoved a white cloth bandana into his mouth. “I just had about enough of your bitchin.” “MMMMM….” Groaned TJ. “Heheh.” Gavin laughed. “Boy, you’re ‘knot’ getting out of my ropes anytime soon. Suddenly Gavin’s cell phone rang. “Hello?... Yeah…Yep, taken care of…Ok, got ya. See you later.” Gavin turned to TJ and smiled, “I’m sorry I have to cut this short, but I have got to go. My boss has requested my presence in another matter. I think you’re going to be fine right here aren’t you?” “MMmmmmmno…” TJ moaned. “Hahah.” Gavin chuckled. “You’ll be fine. Anyhoo, bye friend.” Gavin walked up the stair leaving TJ struggling about on the bed. He locked the door on his way out and out into the sunlight. The End   TJ played by Arturo Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 07/30/2009

PUT ON EXHIBIT by SoftTouch

26 photos

 Standing guard in a State Museum is not the worst duty a young soldier can draw. You didn't have to dig deep holes in the ground, or march all night in the cold rain, and of course no one was shooting at you. So I must admit that I had fallen into a kind of relaxed routine and I really wasn't on my guard when one of the museum visitors approached me. Instead I prepared myself to answer a lot of stupid questions about the valuable state property we had on exhibit here and to remind the visitor that it was close to closing time. Then I saw him take out a folded handkerchief and hold it over his nose and mouth. “Oh no,” I thought. I hoped that he didn't have a cold. I just hated it when the stupid visitors coughed or sneezed right into your face. Then I saw that he was holding what looked like a small bottle of perfume in his other hand. Naturally suspicious, I was looking closely at the bottle to make sure that it wasn't something the visitor had picked up from one of the displays, and so I was completely surprised when the visitor pushed the plunger on the bottle and a fine misty cloud came out of the bottle to surround my face. The cloud smelled sort of sweet and pleasant like honeysuckle and I sniffed at its pleasant fragrance. But then suddenly the room started getting darker and I saw the floor rushing up at my face just before everything went completely black. By the time I opened my eyes again, I was completely confused and disoriented and it took me several moments to remember that I was supposed to be on guard in the museum. The first thing I noticed was that the museum was completely quiet like it was after closing when everyone had gone home. The next thing I noticed was that I was sitting down and immediate panic gripped me. Guards were never allowed to sit down while on duty! I tried to stand up and that was when I discovered the ropes. I had ropes tied all over me! They were pulling my hands back behind my back and squeezing my chest and my legs and my ankles together so that I couldn't move. They were even tied to the chair so that I couldn't even move my feet! Then I saw the same visitor standing over me with a pleased look on his face. “So you decided to wake up.” I didn't know who this visitor was, but I didn't think his little games were very funny, and I started to tell him so. That was when I discovered that there was a big wad of cloth holding my tongue down and filling up my mouth. And there were several layers of sticky tape plastered all over my lips, cheeks and chin so that my mouth was completely sealed. What did they want? “Mmmoo mar moo? Mmhat moo goo gant?” I hummed behind the tape. “We want everything!” the visitor laughed at me. “And we're going to take everything!” Oh no, I couldn't let them do that! I began to struggle against the tight ropes and to make all kinds of strange sounds behind the gag that was hugging my mouth closed, but none of my words made any sense, and the tight ropes wouldn't let me go. “Easy there lad,” the visitor purred at me while he straightened my cap on my head. “You just sit there quietly like a good boy and maybe we won't have to hurt you before we leave.” Hurt me…? For the first time the seriousness of my situation penetrated my thick skull. I was completely at the mercy of this strange man! So I stopped my struggles and quieted my humming mouth while I watched him walk off into the other room where I could hear other men busily taking apart exhibits and packing them up to go. Then I had another thought. They might go ahead and kill me anyway! So I kept one eye on the door where the visitor went while I began to struggle against the ropes that were holding my hands. I struggled quietly at first, afraid that I might make too much noise. But the tight knots wouldn't give and the tight ropes were beginning to bite into my skin and so my struggles became more and more desperate as I tried to find some way, any way to get free! I did manage to get myself up out of the chair, but then the ropes binding my ankles to the chair tripped me up, XXXXing both the chair and me over onto the floor with a frightful crash. Then I saw the polished shoes of the visitor walking across the floor toward me. “I warned you to sit quietly,” he growled. Then I lifted my head and looked up to see several more lengths of rope in his strong hands. I tried to resist, but I couldn't avoid his strong hands as he wrapped and tied those ropes between my ankles and my wrists until my body was being bent up backwards and there was so much pressure on my chest that it was hard to breathe. “Last chance, soldier boy, be quiet or be dead.” The visitor put my cap back on my head and walked away. I moaned into my soggy mouthful of cloth and I could feel tears of frustration welling up in my eyes. What could I do? I rolled around on the hard floor and strained myself against the biting ropes, but the more I did this, the more it hurt and the harder it was for me to breathe. Then I heard the visitor’s polished shoes walking back toward me. “I've got good news soldier boy. I told my boss about you and he wants to see you. My boss is a very wealthy man with a nice big house with two very nice galleries. One gallery is for this museum junk were stealing and the other gallery he has is where he exhibits healthy young men like yourself to all of his friends. What did he mean exhibit? I began thrashing around on the floor and screaming for help behind the tape-trapped wad of soggy cloth. They weren't going to take me! But the visitor just smiled at me. “Relax kid, my boss takes real good care of the pieces he likes.” Then the visitor molded his handkerchief over his nose and mouth again and pointed his little perfume sprayer down at me. And the last thing I remembered was the sweet smell of honeysuckle as the floor came up to XXXX my XXXX head. THE END   The Guard played by Danny   Photography by Caitiff

The Intruder

25 photos; 5:08 video

The Victim: Rex
Photography/Intruder: Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/01/2016

Security Matter by Caitiff

31 photos; 7:05 video

Cont'd from "Exploited"   “Mmmmmpphh!”, David moaned pitifully, hoping somebody could hear him through the thick layers of tape gagging his mouth. David had no idea how long it had been since two masked men had broken into his office, tying him up and XXXX his helpless body. Blindfolded, David had no idea that the robber shad left long ago. He continued ot moan pitifully through his gag. David had no idea how much more abuse he would suffer before someone rescued him. Where was security? Security was standing in the door watching as David stewed in his own juices. Officer Jones had a problem. Somehow somebody had managed to sneak in and leave the manager on duty tied up with his dick hanging out. Worse, he was pretty sure that the janitor had found him, removing more of David’s clothes. IF the head office found out it would end Jones’ career. He had to do something. Fortunately David was blind as well as helpless. No one had ot know that David had never left the office. A change in the log and everyone would think David had left. What happened to him after that, who could say? Jones grabbed David’s car keys and bundled the poor abused executive into the trunk. There David stayed as Jones drove his car to Jones’ home. David would be secure there until Jones could figure something else out. Jones dumped David’s bound body onto a mattress in a spare room. David continued his grunting. As far as he knew, the robbers who had originally tied him up were still taking advantage of him. Seeing the young executive tied up was giving Jones ideas. He could do whatever he wanted to his hostage. Before he had time to think about what he was doing, Jones pulled down David’s pants, exposing his ass. David had no resistance left. He could only moan as his ordeal continued. Hands groped and pulled and explored. David could only lie there and take it. Worse, David’s dick was growing. He was incredibly frustrated. Unfortunately David’s abuser was only interested in pleasing himself. David was stroked and that only made things worse because his abuser always somehow knew to stop right before David could release. David was put into a tight hog tie. David tried to grind himself against the soft fabric. But he could never get enough friction to obtain any satisfaction. “Mmmmm!”, David begged. He had been in bondage so long it was beginning to feel natural. All he cared about now was relieving his aching balls. avid would anything at this point , agree to anything if only those damn hands would keep stroking him. Jones was enjoying this. Why did he even need to ever let his new toy go? No one knew he was here . Jones could keep David here forever, doing what ever he wanted dot the poor bound man. David was already half way trained. Jones could make sure that David stayed tied up and gagged all the time! David woke up with a start. He had fallen asleep at work again. And again the same dream about being robbed and then passed off from one co-worker to another to be XXXX and abused. He really needed to get a boyfriend. The End   David played by Patrick Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:10/15/2010

Scene From The Titanic (Or The XXXX Model) By Caitiff

20 photos

"Ok now, almost done!" Justin said as he worked intently on the drawing in his sketch book. Justin congratulated himself on the great idea he had had. An idea he gotten after seeing his favorite film. Of course, Justin would have loved to have painted a picture but he wasn't sure he could keep his model still that long. Then again, it wasn't like his boyfriend Jason was going anywhere. "Mmmm-mmphaa" Jason mumbled through a thick leather gag as he lay bare butt naked and bound hand and foot on the couch. though he twisted a bit, trying to loosen the ropes that tied his hands behind his back, it was useless. Jason had been bound and gagged for hours with no chance of getting free until Justin finished his "masterpiece", a nude of Jason. Jason would never have agreed to pose nude and knowing this, Justin had jumped him while he was still asleep and had him tied up in no time, the gag muffling his protests. Justin has claimed that he had been inspired by the movie Titanic but Jason really suspected this was revenge for when Justin had been tied up and gagged Jason to do the shower scene from Psycho. "Now try not to move! You're squirming all over the place!" Justin complained, noticing his bound model continuing to try to get loose. Stop moving!? Jason knew Justin couldn't draw a straight line with a ruler, much less do a nude of him. And he was proven right when Justin completed his "masterpiece" and showed it to Jason. The picture was horrible! Three hours to draw a crude stick figure?! Had Justin been ogling him that entire time as he squirmed on the couch? Jason didn't know whether to be furious at being tied up and naked for so long or laugh at the incredibly bad drawing. Laughter won out and the muffled but recognizable sounds of giggling escaped from behind the think plug that filled Jason's mouth. Justin, however, didn't seem to like this response. "You seem to think this is funny, do you? Well if you so happy being tied up and gagged, I guess I'll keep you this way then. In fact, I kinda like it when you can't talk back!" "Mmmm! MMmmmmmphhmmmmm!", Jason begged but Justin just sat back and amused himself by watching his boyfriend's useless struggles against the ropes. Justin knew Jason wouldn't get free. They both were quite good with knots. And Jason was looking pretty nice all tied up and helpless, wiggling his nude and bound body on the couch as he flashed those big, sad, puppy-dog eyes at him. Justin could see why Jason had enjoyed having him tied up for so long in the shower that time. It was nice to be in control and from the half hard on of Jason's, it was a fun to be the helpless one too, at least a little bit. Jason, meanwhile, was a bit horny . Here he was bare ass naked on the couch with his boyfriend watching as he struggled and squirmed. When Justin rolled Jason onto his stomach, it just got worse as all his struggles caused his dick to rub against the fabric of the couch. And to make it worse, every so often, Justin would caress Jason's body or head every so often, sending surges of sexual energy running down his body. But the ropes kept his hands tied tightly behind and against his back and rubbing only made him hornier without any relief. Jason found himself desperate to get off. But Justin had a lesson to teach his boyfriend. Jason would get off but when Justin decided he would and not before. And he would stay tied up even then. But first, Jason needed to be broken a bit more.. Grabbing a piece of rope, Justin hog tied his wiggling boyfriend into a neat little ball. "Well, since you don't seem to be able to appreciate great art when you see it, I'm going to just let you stay here a while with my drawing until you do learn to appreciate it!" "Mmmmmmmmm!", Jason moaned helplessly but he could nothing as Justin walked away into the bed room. With the pressure in his groin building and no way to release it, Jason decided that Justin's drawing was the best stick figure he had ever seen! The End   Jason played by Jason Justin played by Justin   Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/12/2001

Lavender Loser by JMZ

30 photos; 3:32 video

I was so pissed. I could not believe this sick bastard did what he did. I know he had a bit of a crush, but I never knew he would take it this far. The thought of it just creeps me out; I thought he knew him better than this. Joey and I had been best friends since high school. We always had so much in common, unfortunately that included our tastes in girls. We spent our adolescent lives competing for the same girls but always agreed we were friends first and no girl would get in the way of that. We attended the same college and decided after college to room together to save money. I loved Joey like a brother so when I met Melissa I was ecstatic for him to get to know her. They seemed to get of to a rocky start, they barely spoke and it was very uncomfortable. I wanted desperately for them to get along, but they seemed to be on different pages. They both pretended to get along for my sake, which is all I could ask for. Little did I know that Josh’s taste in women never changed. It had been a long day at work and all I wanted was a beer and to vent. Melissa was working the late shift and I couldn’t wait to get home to bitch to Josh. I walked in to our apartment and made my way to Josh’s room, he was the only one in the world who could relate to my work day. I felt my ears turn red and my entire life change as I knew it. There in his bed was Josh asleep in a pair of Melissa’s underwear. It took me a minute to comprehend what I was seeing, but as soon as it sunk in I was furious. In my fury I ran to the side of his bed and slammed my hand over his mouth, I didn’t want to hear any explanation he had. I managed to tie his wrists tightly with the rope he used to hold up the curtains in his room. He woke up and for a minute stared at me perplexed. After a few seconds he realized what was happening and began to struggle. His eyes widened with fear and embarrassment. He began to explain the situation, but I clenched the bandana on his night stand between his teeth. He winced as I tightened the knot behind his head. I don’t know exactly what got into me, but all I saw was red, or purple to be more exact. He screamed a muffled cry, but it was no use, the bandana silenced him effectively. Josh kicked at me as I pulled his ankles together and wrapped rope around his ankles and nasty feet. He stared at me in complete disbelief. I stood fuming as he struggled against the ropes. He pleaded with me with his eyes to free him but all I could think of was Melissa. This sick bastard was going to pay. I pulled my girls underwear down exposing his bare ass. I was going to make him pay beyond what he could comprehend. He mmpppfffed and tossed on the bed. He tried desperately to get loose, but the knots were too tight. I knotted his wrists and ankles tightly together to keep him from pulling out his gag. He screamed through his gag as I knotted the rope tightly. He tossed almost in tears as I watched trying to calm myself. I called Melissa and told her to come over as soon as possible. His eyes widened as I spoke to her. Melissa came over and was taken aback by what she saw. After I explained she walked over to Josh checked the knots and walked out. We went to a movie and let Josh struggle in humiliation. When we got back he had gotten free and was packing. He moved out the next day and we never heard from him again. The End   Joey played by Marco Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 07/24/2009

Poloshirt

20 photos; 5:17 video

Model: Marcus
Photography: Nick007

Date of Production: 03/16/2016

Boi Toy

27 photos; 7:08 video

Model: Bobby
Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/12/2016

You Still Here? Now We go Into the Penalty Round

28 photos; 6:16 video

Model: Cliff The Tormentor played by Garrett Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:09/26/2010

Wrestling With Cuffs

20 photos; 4:15 video

Model:Wolfric Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:07/27/2012

Hot Commodity By Gilroy

20 photos

I had an order for a young twenty-something blond. Had to have a tight body but not too muscular and with the other usual standard requests: big dick, easy to train and submissive. It's what I do. I take men for the wealthy business men to own and play with. My client was a billionaire from South America. I didn't ask him how he made his money. I didn't care as long as he had a lot of it. He did and didn't ask a lot of questions in return. And I had acquired men for this guy before. I knew he could be trusted. My Client wanted a young twink to complete his collection. I guess I could understand that. I'd acquired a lot of men for this guy; body builders and hairy bears, muscular jocks and average but still hot guys off the street. And now he wanted a twink to complete the set he had at his private ranch in Columbia, he said. Could I help? Could I help?! What a silly question. I opened up the closet and pulled out my latest acquisition. He had been a pizza delivery boy who had the misfortune of delivering to a vacant lot. It was a common trap I set to get new product. The poor kid said all he had was twenty bucks. I informed him I wasn't after money. At least not his. He began to understand as he was bundled into my waiting van, tied up with rope and gagged with tape. That had been three days ago. I didn't do a lot of training because I knew my client liked to break them in himself. But I do have the kid set up for show. The moment I stripped him butt naked, I knew I had a winner. Besides the huge thick dick, the kid was totally submissive. And hearing him moan gently through his gag to be released behind the closet door was like a lullaby. I laid the kid down on the bed and tied his feet. That's when the fun begins. The kid's biggest attribute is his dick. No pun intended. It simply will not go down. And once tied, It stayed hard for hours. Having to keep an erection for hours really made the kid moan. He begged me with gagged grunts to let him release when I kept him in the closet. That's the kids second best feature. He's totally trainable as long as you got him by the balls. My client is practically salivating as he watches the kid struggle and moan. The Kid knows he can't get away, he gave up that hope days ago. But I like to encourage them to act like they think they can get away. I'm good at encouraging the product to do what I want. The clients love it. And my current client is no exception. He wanted to try the kid out now but I have rules. No trial runs before payment. That sent him out the door and to his office to make the wire transfer in no time. That left me here with the kid. I admit I had begun to get a soft spot for him. I even regretted I wouldn't be breaking him in myself. This one I had to pack up for delivery. Ahh well, I thought. Maybe the next one. The End?   The Kid played by Mark Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 04/03/2002

Wrapped Tight by Zac

26 photos; 2:53 video

Cory wasn't planning on spending the day bound & gagged. His partner for the science project made a last minute change to the presentation involving the study of the bound guy! Well thought up thesis or Jake got all nerdy and wanted to see if he could nab a total hunk like me? But what''s wrong with this picture, I actually let him talk me into this! He obviously didn't want me running off anywhere did he? Look at this, can't even get these damn knots loose; someone's really way too good at knots here... "Mmpppphhhh!!"   Great it's the revenge of the nerds all over again this time it's physical! I tried wiggling my body left and right. The ropes just dug into my chest more and my hulky arms are getting irritated and red, ugh! Then the legs they now barely balance like a pogo stick and he is watching what I do hopping around like a retarded rabbit... "mmpphh mmpph MMPH!!" that means get me the fuck outta here dipshit!!   Then Jake began starring at me watching me mmph struggle and make a total ass of myself in front of his so called alpha nerd stance complete with iPad and creepy tingly fingers. What was he doing to me? That evil look in his eye is not like him at all! This is really pissing me off. Then all of a sudden he got a mean streak and grasped my pecs against the wall and other beefy sweaty hand firmly choked my cheeks together in a serious hand gag... "MmMMPHH!! mNMmnpphHH!" ...he began feeling up my helpless body testing every nerve I had not to bust through these pathetic ropes and beat up the bastard! He was testing my patience and it was running thin....   Jake was enjoying this taking a tough man like me and making me nothing but a punch doll. I hated not being able to resist his perverted hands as they carressed down my body while the ropes only tightened their grip on me more and more like seeping into a deeper depression against my flesh. Then I knew it, he could do whatever that came into his freaky little mind... If only I could get out then I'll show him what bondage is!? Maybe this isn't an experiment but a trap? What and why hasn't Jake let me out already! He sure didn't want me going anywhere so he XXXX me to the ground and hogties my ass to oblivion me mmphing away getting lil' dude now hard as ever on this bare hard floor! Hope he won't check him out too then I'll be vulnerable to having my manhood manhandled by NERDS!! How horrible please get me out, MMMPPPHHGHGH!!   "That a boy Cory, lets get you prepped... it's gonna be a long day getting you all packaged up for show n' tell in class tomorrow hehehe! Now let's unzip you; you look so hot!"   "MMMNOMNOMFUKRMPH!!!"   Cory played by Matthew Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:02/17/2012

Groping Dylan

22 photos; 5:09 video

Victim: Dylan
Groper: Dean

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/07/2016

This Damn Gag! by Kirk

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           “How can I explain to this asshole that I am not the dude he is looking for?” Every time Jeremy tied to mpff those words all he head was a sharp “Shut the fuck up!” and a kick to his groin. His wrists and arms hurt from the ropes that bound him. Jeremy was pissed. How could he explain to this asshole he was not the dude he was looking for? “This fuckin gag,” he thought. As he lay on the floor bound and gagged, he began to figure maybe there was more to this than meet the eye. He did not really know his homeboy Tyrrell that well. Tyrrell had told him to make a stop at the motel room he was staying at and pick up a package. When Jeremy got there several events happened so fast that only now he began to sort thing out in his head. He had been jumped and gut punched and gagged all at the same down. Taken by surprise he tried to struggle but there were three against one… he was the one. Down on the flood, arms pulled tight behind his back, moaning in his gag from the pain, dude sitting on his legs, hands being roped, wrists pulled back, more rope, feet being tied, elbows roped…….. Damm. It was fast and they were good. Now it’s not like Jeremy was never tied up before. Truth is he loved being tied up and would play all the time with his brother. But that was a game, these guys were real. “If you don’t give us the fuckin package or the $250K it is wroth we’ll cut the shit out of you!” Again Jeremy tied to mpff an explanation… “I am not the fuckin asshole you want. I just came for him.” There gave him no chance to speak. A kick in the balls, doubled over in pain, tied up, helpless and pissed. Jeremy knew he was not in a good place and had no idea what to do. Meanwhile, Tyrrell had met Jeremy’s brother, Martin. Tyrrell had been XXXX and begin spilling his gut to Martin. “Yeah, homeboy went to my motel to get a package of crack. But it was not there for I sold it and I have the cash.” “You mother fucker, Martin spit and grabbed Tyrrell by his neck. Jeremy has been missing for 24 hours and if something happened to him, I will fry your ass!” Pulling out some rope that Martin always had on him, he spun Tyrrell around and quickly bound his hands. He marched him to the trunk of his car, shoved the XXXX kid in, and tied his feet. He drove Martin to the motel’s room back door. Martin peered in the window and saw he brother bound and gagged on the floor. His gag was soaked with spit and his shirt stained with sweat. One guy held him by the chest, another had pulled sown his pants. “I will squeeze your balls off if you don’t tell me where the package or the money is!” Jeremy began to buck and he came toward him and moved to Jeremy’s manhood. Martin began to shout: NO, he’s the wrong guy. I got the right guy here!” One of them dragged Martin in. “No man, the fucker you want, he’s tied up in my trunk!” Soon, Jeremy was joined on the floor with his brother Martin tied and gagged as be was. They dragged in the bound Tyrrell and traced his chest with his finger. Tyrrell whimpered and cried and spilt his guts. They gagged him and dumped him back into Martin’s car. Taking the two brothers they put them on their knees. Jeremy figured this was it as his eyes caught his brother’s eyes and sweat soaked face. But the two brothers were shoved together, chest to chest. Ropes were tied around their torsos binding them together. Roughly shoved on their side, they connected their legs with ropes. Grabbing a double pillow case, they shoved both their gagged heads into it and tied it off around their necks. With some sharp kicks to both their asses, they left. The bothers’ faces were on tope of each others, and they could not see each other’s eyes, but felt each other’s sweat and fear. The figured they would be killed, but time began to tick by. After about 15 minutes they started to breath and moan and buck. It took them several hours to untie themselves. Martin got out first and finished taking the ropes off his brother. Jeremy had deep rope burn on his elbows and wrists from his struggles. They got out of the motel room, and walked to a local bar and drank the night away. Their sister came hours latter and picked them up. The brother’s never told their story to anyone. Nobody ever heard from nor scene Martin again. But the brother’s kept playing their game, just for practice. You never know when you will be mistaken for the bad guy and find yourself all tied up and gagged! The End
Jeremy played by Angel Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 09/06/2006

Against the Wall

25 photos; 3:29 video

Model: Antonio Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 07/17/2006

Study in White

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

The Cheater Caitiff

29 photos; 6:10 video

“Mmmmmmm!”, Steve moaned through his gag as he lay on the couch. Tightly hog tied for upsetting his poker players, Steve could only watch as the game continued without him. Both Ted and Dave ignored their bound and gagged captive as they concentrated on their game. Ted tried hard not to break a grin. He had earlier stacked the deck. Now he just had to get everything into position. “Ok, show ‘em or fold ‘em.”, Dave said as he lay his cards down, four kings. However Dave’’s expression turned sour as he saw that Ted has not four jacks but five jacks. Somehow that didn't seem right. “Oh you asshole!”, Dave said as he wrestled Ted to the ground and grabbed the remaining rope they had gotten out to bind Steve. “Mmmpph!” Ted groaned in protest as he was roughly manhandled. Soon his hands were tied behind his back. Dave had had a lot of practice binding guys against their will. Ted was soon helpless, moaning on the floor through tape plastered over his mouth. Steve meanwhile was laughing behind his gag. Only a few minutes earlier Ted had been taunting him and helping Dave tie his ass up. Now he was as much a captive as Steve was. It wasn’t the best revenge Steve could have thought of but it was still pretty good. Dave had not yet tied Ted’s feet, a mistake he used to fling a shoe at Dave to show his disgust. Angrily, Dave fell again upon Ted but instead of tying his captive’s ankles, Dave instead pulled down Ted’s pants. Ted’s bare bottom was exposed for all to see. Dave was far from done humiliating Ted. With a firm hand, Dave slapped Ted’s naked ass over and over and over again. Each hit left a bright red mark on Ted’s buttocks that lingered long after the fact. Only after Dave was satisfied that ted had been thoroughly humiliated and put in his place did he stop. Turning Ted over, Dave was pleasantly surprised to see that Ted now sported a stiff member. Dave gently stroked it, causing Ted to become even more embarrassed even his dick grew larger still. “Well the things you learn.”, Dave said as he tied Ted’s feet an then hoisted Ted onto the love seat. “We’ll have ot work on that later. For now you can lie here and keep Steve company. Ted was put into a hog tie similar to Steve and left to wiggle and grown as both men fought their bondage in vain. Dave decided that his fun was only beginning. As far as he figured, he had wont he poker game and now both Ted and Steve were going to pay with themselves. Dave had always wanted pets. Now he had two. He just had ot house break them. But that’s another story. The End   Steve played by Craig Ted played by Cliff Dave played by Sammy Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 04/14/2010

Neighbourly by Caitiff

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Jason stared up at the robbers who had broken into his home. Bound hand and foot by tight ropes, he could do nothing as the men took everything of value he owned. Still, he struggled, hoping to find some slack with which he could free himself. “So what about him?”, one of the men asked his partner. “We need ot shut him up. Use this tape to gag his mouth.” “Hey, don’t ..Mmm!”, Jason protested as strips of tape sealed his mouth shut. The men left as quickly as they came, leaving bedlam in their wake. His only chance of getting any of his stuff back was ot get free as quickly as he could. Writhing around, Jason was able to get to his knees and then up to his feet. Carefully he balanced on his bound legs. Cautiously Jason peered around the corner to make sure the men had gone. It sure looked like it. But they might have still been out front. And in any case, jason doubted he could have made it down the stairs while his feet were bound up. But he could get across the hall into the other apartment. Tim Jenkins lived there and he and Jason had never gotten along. Jason had even sucker punched tim once. But surely he had gotten over that. And this was an emergency. With his hands bound behind him, jason had some trouble opening the door. At least he hadn’t chained it. He could never have undone the chain with his hands tied. he opened the door and bunny hopped across the hall to Tim’s back door. Franticly he banged on it. There was no answer but the door was unlocked so it swung wide open. Seizing his chance. Jason hopped into the other apartment. There were dishes in the sink and Jason was certain he could find a knife or something to free himself with. Jason peered over his shoulder as he searched as best he could with his hands tied behind him. “What the hell?”, Tim said as he stared at his bound and gagged neighbour rummaging through his dirty dishes. “Mmmmm! Mmmmmm!”, Jason moaned. The tape gag stopped any kind of real communication. But Tim didn’t ungag or untie Jason. In fact, an evil grin spread across his face. “I don't’ know how this happened but there’s no way you’re going to get away without paying for al the shit you did to me.” “Mmmmm!”, Jason protested. This was hardly the time to hold a grudge, Jason thought. But Tim was holding a grudge. He XXXX Jason into the living room and tot he floor. There Jason could only writhe and moan as Tim stood over him. “I think you have too much freedom of movement.”, Tim said and he took some clothesline and used it to put jason into a tight hog tie. Jason bucked and struggled against the ropes but he had even less chance of getting loose then he did before. Tim sat back on his couch and watched jason as he struggled and grunted through his gag. Jason was so busy struggling, he almost didn't’ notice the strange look Tim was giving him. Was there a bulge in his pants?! Time picked up some tape and tore off a strip. “I think you need to give me some privacy.”, Tim said as he plastered the tape over Jason’s eyes. Now blindfolded, gagged and hogtied into helplessness, jason moaned pitifully. Tim hadn't’ realised how much this was turning him on. He had paid those two guys to rob Jason as pay back. But this was working out a lot better. Jason would be paying Tim back for a long time. The end   Jason played by André Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 06/05/2006

Get the Camera Ready by Kurt

25 photos; 2:37 video

Roger had made himself at home.  He had just been initiated into the fraternity.  Hard hell week.  Worst last night in his life:  stripped naked, tightly roped to a chair, tape gagged, the amusement of the frat brothers – basically tortured.  He tried to endure it but he had almost gone mad.  Roger was terrified of being confined, and roped and gagged was his worst nightmare. He arms still had the ropeburn of his struggles and his throat was still sore from his gagged screams as he endured the torments.  He was the only person in the frathouse, and he made his way to the president’s office.  The computer was on, turned into some sicko site. Roger gasped in horrid anger and shame:   there were pictures of him, helplessly tied up from the hell night, on the site.  “Those bastards must have taken pics of me and sold them to this sicko gay site,” Roger thought.  His anger increased so much that he did not hear the president and three of the brothers return.  “Not nice to look at somebody’ computer without their permission.”  Roger wanted to complain, when the four of them jumped him.  Pinned down and helpless against the odds, Roger knew he was defeated.  “We’ll beat the shit out of you unless you relax!”  Roger relaxed his muscles and he sat back into the chair.  “You bring a lot of money in the tie up pic community.  So, boy, we’ll split it with you.  Relax for a roping.”
 
Roger could not believe he agreed.  He needed money bad and so relaxed his arms down the sides of the chair as the four brothers began to tie him up. 
 
When they had finished their craft, Roger was helpless.  They seemed to know their craft well, he thought.  They had roped him in the same was as hell week, the new rope adding to the older rope burns.  He flexed his arms but they were fastened tight, down the sides of the chair, roped securely at the wrist, elbows and shoulder.  The ropes holding his chest were not too secure, but the tightness of his arms made up for that – besides, his arms were already numb from the elbow down.  His feet were tight to the back legs of the chair, just enough to cause small cramps in his hamstrings.  He tried to sit still, though within him his heart was racing a mile minute.  After shoving a rag down his throat, they taped gagged him.
“Get the camera ready!”  Roger watched as the brothers got the camera and began to photograph him.  “Struggle dude!”  Roger began to struggle a bit, but it was too fake.  “Struggle!”  Roger tried some more, but with numb arms and cramped hamstrings, his show sucked. 
 
“Make you struggle then dude.”  Roger looked as the frat brother got three tubes of ICY HOT, used for sports injuries.  “ICE HIM UP!”  That’s all it took.  Roger remembered the icy hot torture of hell week and struggled like a mad man.  He gasped and grunted and bucked and squirmed and moved the chair he was roped to all over the room.  The brothers taped his eyes, but his struggles became so violent that the tape blew off.  After 15 minutes, he was burnt out with exhaustion, his chest arms and face glistening with sweat.
 
“You make an excellent model,” the president stated.  “Relax a bit as we charge the batteries. I think we will get you ready for scene two.”
 
“Scene two?”  “Roger helpless accepted his arms retied, more rope tied to his chest, and being depantsed.  His eyes were correctly taped shit.  “Now we want loud gagged screams.”  Roger was exhausted.  He could not act any more.  He started to moan in complaint when he felt hands rubbing all over his body and the smell of ice hot on his face, arms, chest, belly and legs.  In no time Roger was acting: gagged screaming for scene two.

Date Night by Zac

31 photos; 4:25 video

It was prom night and Curtis was prepping himself up for the hottest date he ever had in school oh was she beautiful and smart too! She knows how to handle her men that's for sure, and that's what Curtis liked most. She often teased him by a gently stroke down his shirt feeling him up towards his crotch... ooo Curtis was hard already thinking about what might happen after the big dance... I may end up dancing in my pants wow! It's nearly 7 and time to run better check my pretty face I have to be perfect for this girl as she is perfect. Curtis double checked everything in the mirror and off he went but not for long before... "HEY YOU HANDS UP!!" Great I hate this place so full of harmless criminals I so gotta move outta here! Curtis raised his palms high as the 2 masked men XXXX him on a crappy table bound him up hand and foot and slapped a pretty bright red bow on his lips it seems but this one was sticky and jock proof ugh! "MmmmppphhhHHH!! MMPPHH!" The trussed up prom boy had about all he could stand man am I SOO PISSED!! Curtis wanted to break these bonds like the incredible hulk man but they knew their knots and had him all prepped up helpless and vulnerable. At least they left him alone but what have they planned to do to him? Just to his surprise his date walked into the room and smiled "Hey baby aww look at you! Don't you look so hunky and cute for me this night? You went through all that work for me wow I'm impressed!" Curtis cried "MMMPPPHPHH!!" to be cut loose but she seemed to be enjoying this strange encounter a little too much... "Save it Curtis I know what you did last summer! You tried to frame my boyfriend and got him kicked off the football team during tryouts did you!?" The masked dude revealed himself to be him for whom we cannot name but Curtis knew he was royally pissed! Instead Curtis was chosen quarterback and MVP of the year. Stella was hoping to go to Princeton with her high school sweetie but instead Curtis was awarded the scholarship... now he must pay her big time hehe... "What shaw we do to him?" Stella asked in a sinister voice. "Let's hang and filet him naked then poke him with sticks hahaha! The torture alone will keep him crying for more and more the harder he gets!" Curtis' eyes opened so wide... "MMMMPPHHHNPPPOOOOOOO!!" Curtis was blindfolded strung up by his hands gagged firmly with tape and felt a edge slicing off beautiful tux bit by bit from neck to toe... his helpless muscled body now hardened and exposed to the wind with mosquitoes sucking his blood everywhere! They even tied up his penis, and the bugs were biting into it making it even harder how cruel! "MMMPPPPPHH! MMMPPHHHH!! HEEMPPHHH!!!" "SHUT UP BRAT! You knew what's coming now take it like a man!" They continued poking him with sticks watching Cutis squirm as his chiseled muscled body fell prey to scratches and greedy vampire mosquitoes! Curtis never felt to humiliated in his life but man this was one HOT DATE!! Curtis played by Marco Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:03/06/2011

Tighty Whities

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Model: Mitch Photographry by Caitiff   Date of Production: 07/27/2007

Night Shift Nightmares by Kurt

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Richie hated working the graveyard shift at 7-11. He may as well have been wearing a sign around his neck saying "Tie Me Up and Gag Me". He'd only been on the job six months and he'd already been held up two times. The first time two guys jumped behind the counter and he'd been blindfolded, hogtied and gagged. He was still out cold when the cops found him, but it had taken a day or two to work the kinks out of his muscles. His boss Mustafa promised to install a new security lock, but before it was done, Richie had been robbed again. This time he'd been on the receiving end of a concealed item, and woke up tied hand and foot with clothesline, with his mouth stuffed with a bandanna and a tight cleave gag. He'd managed to free himself after 3 hours of struggling. After the second robbery, Mustafa begged him to stay on and even gave him a raise. Richie figured his luck had to improve, and he needed the dough. Times were hard, and how else was he gonna pay the cable bill? Richie tried not to think of his bondage experiences as the clock pointed toward 2 AM. He had his back turned to the door when he heard the familiar jingle of it opening. He turned with a smile, only to see two guys wearing ski masks and holding concealed items. "Aw, shit, not again!" Richie moaned. "Shut the fuck up, asshole!" the taller one sXXXXped. "Please...just tie me up...don't XXXX me out," whimpered the handsome clerk. "You got it, buddy...move!" said the man, waving his concealed item towards a door that led down to the storage cellar. Richie raised his hands and led the thugs down the stairs to the basement. "Listen, guys, I've been through this before...please don't hurt me. Take what you want. They don't pay me enough for this shit!" Richie's plea for mercy was met with a slap across his face. "Oww!" he whined. "OK, OK, I know the drill", he said, putting his hands behind his back. Richie stood patiently while his wrists were tightly tied with white rope. The second robber took out a role of silver duct tape, and Richie knew he'd be gagged for the third time in six months. He sighed in defeat as the thug plastered several strips of the wide tape over his mouth, and another over his eyes. He was pushed down into a rickety wooden chair, where his ankles were roped together. More rope soon surrounded his thighs, pinning him to the chair, and his feet were anchored to the chair legs. Then something strange happened. A hand opened his work smock, and caressed his beefy pecs and hairy chest. "Mmmpph??" Richie whined, surprised that his cock had beXXXX to swell. His mind reeled; there was something hot about being tied up, gagged and helpless as another man felt up his body. The molestation stopped as the intruders went back upstairs and left him alone. He tested his bonds, but there was no give in the many knots in the ropes. Richie decided the best course was to just relax and wait for Mustafa to find him in the morning. He might even be able to catch a XXXX.... Suddenly, he felt a hand scrabbling at the tape that covered his eyes. He screamed into his gag as the tape was yanked off his eyebrows. Blinking to adjust to the sudden light, he saw one of the ski-masked men towering over him. Something seemed oddly familiar..then the thug pulled off his ski mask. "MMMMMMFFFFF!" It was Mustafa!! Richie's boss smiled at him sympathetically. "I'm sorry, Richie," he said. "But the first two robberies gave me the idea. I got a nice fat insurance payment each time. Business has been lousy lately, so I need another one!" Richie growled angrily into the tight gag plastered over his mouth. "Don't worry, buddy. If you keep your mouth shut...haha, no pun intended...I'll give you a cut. How does three grand tax-free sound to you?" Richie suddenly felt better. Three grand would tide him over for a good couple of months. He shook his head in agreement, but then strained in his bonds and grunted into the gag, trying to indicate it was OK to untie and ungag him now. "Oh, sorry, Rich. You'll have to stay tied up til morning. I'm going to lock up the store, and it has to look like a real crime scene in order for me to get the money. You understand, don't you, buddy?" Richie groaned and shook his head in agreement. What a way to make a living!! The End   Richie played by Mike Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 08/21/2008