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Model: DJ Special Appearance by Sammy Photography by Sammy Date of Production: 11/08/2006
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The Hunter played by Slade The Hunted played by Craig Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:04/18/2011
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Brock was meeting a dude after class to discuss the homework. They were given a special assignment about body language and how it affects 90% of all human communication. Instantly you can see how someone is coming across just by observing their body. Are they interested? Unsure? XXXX and demanding? The purpose of the project was to see if one can understand the body by it's movements instead of spoken words. Brock's buddy Kyle had a perfect plan on how to master the objective, and he asked Brock to come by to "work on each other" as they said. Kyle lead Brock down to the basement and he quickly followed without thinking of why they were headed down there. It was dark and creepy, and neither of them could see very well? "Hey dude, what's up - is there a light down here?" Brock hesitated. "over here I got it, dude stand there for a moment." Kyle asked. "Brock stood there while Kyle glanced at him as both were not sure what to do next. "so Kyle, how should be present this, we have to study each other's bodies?" "Exactly Brock now stand still and give me your hands!" "What why??" Kyle quickly grabbed Brock's hands and firmly wrapped thick white rope around them. "Hey, what are you doing?" Brock pulled at the bindings back and forth. "Stop it Brock, I'm tying you up simple as that! You see to best study our body language, we first need to shut up... MMMPPPHH!!!" Brock's mouth was suddenly stuffed with a thick sock and then his mouth was taped up over it to effectively mmph him up quiet while he continued trussing Brock's hulky muscled body in tight white hemp rope. "mmmmppphhhhhmmm!!" Brock was confused and unsure of what to do. "That's it Brock, I can't hear you talk and am watching you squirm all helpless. What are you thinking now? Are you scared? Pissed?? Maybe a little of both? Likely! I can see you now without one word said. Bondage is the perfect medium to express body language hehehe!" Brock was getting hot and sweaty. His whole upper body was now encircled in thick tight rope hugging his firm pecs from above and below his breasts and around his beefy biceps pulling them behind him. His wrists were locked into place by many coils of rope. He was screwed!! Now this maniac crazy dude can do whatever he desired to him as he wasn't going anywhere any time soon. "There Brock, you be a good jock and wait right here while I watch you struggle. Don't worry, I won't cut you up and make chop suey outta you! hehehehe" Kyle said with an evil grin. "MMMPPPHH!! Mmmmppphhhhhmmm!" Brock shrieked with seeing now his knees and legs were professionally hemped up too! He hopped up and jumped around trying anything to get away and fell over on a table, nearly breaking it! "Mmmphhhh! mmmppphhhhmmphh!!" His chest was sore and hard from his fall and watched in XXXX while Kyle quickly grabbed him and trussed him up into a hogtie! Now for sure he was chop suey! Eeeeeekk!! His mind was racing trying to see what his evil friend will do next? Brock's body was now so pumped with adrenaline and warm blood that even a vampire would feast on his tightly bound fresh body that was getting harder to maneuver with every passing second! "OK bro, I'll leave you alone to think about this and will check on you in the morning. XXXX tight! Don't let the spiders bite!" The SPIDERS!? Crap, Brock was EEKIED OUT by those! I hope I survive the night let alone tomorrow? Brock's mind was now on autopilot with his tightly lashed up body sitting like a perfectly packaged brick on this hard ass table! If only I get out you're sure gonna get it! He thought. Kyle was filming and taking notes on his every struggle and mmph. He was like Frankenstein over there studying his prize specimen thinking best if how to carry out his EEKY plans for him? Kyle patted Brock's hard bound chest and squeezed his warm duct taped face and said goodnights. "it's gonna be a long wait for you! I'll come prep you up more tomorrow and see how you react to my treatment mahahahaha!! We're sooo getting an A!!!" "MMMPPPHH!!!" Now tightly lashed up and stuffed, Brock had nothing to do but wait for his fate? Surely he was kidding on all that nonsense just to get him scared for the project. Then again, this is getting all too real!! The lights went out and now he's all alone helpless... with the SPIDERS!! "MMMMPPPHH!!!!" Brock played by: Tristan Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:08/25/2012
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Logan the rental agent entered the old property on Lake Street expecting this to be another good day. The building was ready for occupancy yet, but Logan always liked to get a good look at the property before he brought any clients around. So Logan was still kind of digesting his first cup of coffee while he walked through the silent hallways. All of a sudden Logan was surprised to see someone else in the hallway. It was kind of a strange looking guy who had a big ugly stick in his hand. “Who are you?” “Who do the voodoo?” the strange man chattered and waved his ugly stick in the air. “I do the voodoo.” The strange man pointed his ugly stick at Logan and— The next thing Logan knew he was sitting on a bed in some bedroom with no clear knowledge of how he came to be here. And then Logan discovered that his hands were tightly tied behind his back. “Hey! What the hell is going on here?” Logan cried out, but all of his words were muffled and garbled by a thick band of cloth that was tied between his teeth. Logan closed his eyes and then opened them again slowly, hoping that maybe this was all a dream. But when Logan opened his eyes again, he was still all alone in the bedroom and he began to panic. He had to get out of here! But when he tried to stand up he discovered that both of his feet were tied close together. He couldn't run anywhere that way. And then something else began to bother Logan. It was really quiet in this room; spooky quiet like maybe there wasn't anyone outside the room, or maybe there wasn't even any building outside this room. Maybe he was now trapped in some kind of crazy limbo! That was really scary and Logan knew that he had to get out of here somehow. So then he began rolling around on the bed, straining his arms against the tight rope, and tonguing the thick roll of cloth inside his mouth, but there was no getting away. And then the door opened. Logan looked up from the bed and watched with disbelieving eyes while that same strange man danced into the room, waving is ugly stick in the air. “Don't think you're going nowhere,” the strange man laughed at Logan. No, no, you're going to be here until I tell you to go.” Logan didn't like the sound of that and he began shaking his head from side to side and made slobbering sounds into his gag, but the strange man just laughed in his strange way and then hopped up to sit down next to Logan on the bed. “Hey Man, don't you know who I be? I am the Voodoo Man.” Logan almost laughed. There was no such thing as voodoo. Suddenly the Voodoo Man stopped smiling and he shoved the head of his ugly stick up under Logan’s chin. “You think I'm fooling with you? You don't fool with the voodoo! With the voodoo I can make your head shrink oh so small. Or sometimes the voodoo can make those other parts of you grow so big. You want to see?” Logan backed away as far as he could from that ugly stick and choked and gagged on the soggy cloth that was stuffing up his mouth. The Voodoo Man had crazy eyes and a crooked smile and now Logan was beginning to believe he just might be magical. “Turn over there, I don't want to see your sunny side no more,” the Voodoo Man commanded with a wave of his ugly stick. Logan’s bound body began turning over all by itself without even asking Logan if that was okay. And then Logan felt the Voodoo Man moving closer to him so that he could corral Logan’s socked feet into his strange hands. “Hey man, you got the tickles?” the Voodoo Man chuckled. Logan squeaked loudly into his gag and twisted his head violently from side to side while he begged mentally “No please, don't tickle me!” Then poor Logan kept his face buried in the blankets and tried to stop his body from trembling while he felt the Voodoo Man pulled up his bound feet and wrapping them up in more tight rope. And he only whimpered a little when the Voodoo Man then pulled his arms back and used more rope to bind Logan’s wrists to his bound ankles so that the whole weight of his legs was pulling back on his arms. That really hurt so Logan began to moan and beg into his gag, but the Voodoo Man ignored the pain Logan was in as he moved closer to his new friend and began to lightly stroke his trussed body. “Now, now, this is no time for the sadness. We are going to be taking you to a happy place.” Logan gasped sadly into his gag. He didn't want to be taken anywhere. “My island is very peaceful,” the Voodoo Man reassured Logan. “Soon you will be a different man there. Now you should XXXX.” The Voodoo Man began to lightly stroke his ugly stick over Logan’s hair and Logan’s eyelids began to get heavier and heavier, and soon Logan’s former life was slipping away into the darkness. THE END. Logan played by Rod Voodoo Man played by Sammy Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:05/31/2006
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Cont'd from "What Happens in Vegas..." “Mmmppphh!” Ian was not happy. He was supposed to be getting laid. That’s what guys did while on conventions in Vegas. Instead he was hog tied and gagged in his under wear. Worse the only action he was getting was accidentally rubbing against the other guy on the bed. A guy also hog tied and gagged in his underwear. And that other guy looked like he had a hard on. John was hardly having a time of his life either. He was so sure he was going to get lucky. the Girl had been so hot. He had taken that viagra. But instead she had her real boyfriend tie him up and make him lie on the bed next to this other half naked dude. John could feel the viagra beginning to work. The door opened and as before the woman who had seduced both Ian and John walked in with another mark. As before, the poor schmuck had no chance. he was held at XXXX point while XXXX to strip down to his whitey tighties. His hands were bound behind his back and to his feet. John was shoved to the middle of the bed so that he almost lay on top of Ian. “Mmmm!” Ian protested through his gag as he felt John’s schlong rub against his. The other man was laid on top of the bed. “”Boys, this is Stan.” the female thief said as her boyfriend gagged Stan with tape. “ He’s a bit XXXX but I’m sure he’’ll be lots of fun.” Mmm! Mmmpphhammmm!” the three men moaned through their gags as they writhed and wiggled on top of each other. The friction was getting to all of them and each man’s shorts were getting tight. Ian’s face was beet red and John had never been so embarrassed. Stan was still too XXXX to quite get what was going on. The two thieves collected the clothes and valuables of their victims and stuff them in a bag. That included Ian’s wedding ring. “Ok well it’s been fun and sorry it couldn't’ have been longer. But hey, I did say you would get a three way tonight!” The End Ian played by Hank John played by JMZ Stan played by Cliff model played by Slade Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:05/27/2012
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Who the fuck actually grabs a guy outside of the movies and TV? Jack thought wildly as he struggled against the cording binding him to the bed. He knew Aaron from his dorm. But that's about it. They might have exchanged a couple of hellos in the hallway. Maybe they had a class together? So when Jack came to, Aaron was the last person he imagined would be standing above him grinning. He must have followed him from school. All the way back, a two hour drive, to his parents' house. They were away for the weekend and Jack was looking after the dog. He had come back from the corner store with some snacks for the evening, when a pair of surprisingly strong arms had pinned him and cover his face with a cloth. And he was out like a light. The dude had tied him to his parents' bed. He was spread-eagle, lashed by the wrists and ankles. And tied really well. The grin on Aaron's face was chilling. Jack began to buck against his bonds, bounding his body on the mattress and unleashing a torrent of angry obscenities. "THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? Untie me! Let me outta this, you fucking freak! This is illegal! I'm calling the cops, you sick fuck!" Aaron stopped smiling. He reached down onto the floor. And came up with a roll of silvery duct tape to mmph him up. "No. No. Don't do that!" Jack ordered and then pleaded when Aaron began ripping some swatches off. Aaron approached him, and Jack immediately began trying to tear his way out of the ropes keeping him helpless and turning his head away. No luck. Psychos were apparently very strong. Aaron grabbed Jack's baby cheeks and sealed his lips shut with the tape. "MMpphhhH! Mmmfeff memmeee mmmaa mmuck mmmmmmooooddda mmmmisss!" Jack bellowed from behind his tape gag. Aaron's smile came back. "You're so pretty when you're helpless. I've been watching you for months, Jack. You are so fucking beautiful. I just had to have you." Jack stopped struggling, listening to his captor's twisted tale of love from afar. "I know that this is a longshot. That I can convince you to love me like I love you. We have the whole weekend, I read your parents' note. I'm going to keep you tied up so we can get to know each other without any distractions. But I gotta keep you gagged if you're going to yell. I won't hurt you. I won't even touch you. Yet." Yet, Jack though? None of the knots would even loosen. He was tied and splayed like a lab animal. The sticky tape stifled anything verbal. He was stuck. And in Aaron's thrall. Jack noticed Aaron eyeing his bluejeaned bulge and prayed that maybe the dog would free him. Right? Then his worst fears played out when Aaron began to feel him up... "mmmMMPPHUmPh!? MMmMpph!!" What are you going to do to me? The End? Jack played by Zac Photography by Rawy Date of Production: 11/26/2012
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Ian was having the time of his life at the convention in Vegas. There was gambling and XXXX and more gambling. And he was determined ot get laid. Ian had already slipped off his wedding ring. A stud like him, the ladies were sure to flock to him. Unfortunately so far the flocking had been a bit slow. Ian had tried his best pick up lines with no success. One had even thrown her drink in his face. “Hey cutey. What’s going on?” A sultry voice said as Ian was making to leave and try his luck elsewhere. “Well hello, gorgeous!”, Ian replied. “I couldn't’ help but notice you across and the room so let me get to the point. I’m looking for a guy who can keep me satisfied tonight. Is that you?” Damn that was to the point! It didn't’ take long before Ian found himself being led up to the woman’s hotel room. Ian barely saw what room it was, so intently was he staring at the women’s ass. Ian followed the woman into her room. Ian went immediately to kiss her (He really had to get her name before the night was over, Ian thought) but she stopped him. “Why don’t you get a bit more comfortable first?”, the women suggested. Ian wasted no time in stripping down to his underwear. Ian’s dick was a huge bulge against the tight fabric of his jockey’s. “How this, baby?” Ian asked, wanting her to admire his huge boner before he took it all the way out. “That’s just fine, sweet cakes!” A man holding said behind Ian! Ian turned around to same the man holding a concealed item on him. “My friend wants to join in. Hope you don't’ mind.” the women said as he took out some rope. “Oh I thought we’d try a little bondage.” ..... Moments later Ian was lying on the bed, his hands tied behind his back and to his feet. Ian struggled against the hog tie. “Mmmmm!”, Ian mumbled angrily through the tape over his mouth. But all of this threats were made faint and unintelligible by the gag. “Oh don’t worry.”. the man said as he rifled through Ian’s wallet and clothes. “She’ll be back soon. We’re far from done.” Ian didn't’ know what to make of that until the women came back into the room, leading another man in a business suit. “Mmmmm!” Ian tried to warn the other man but it was too late. The door shut and the woman’s partner had his concealed item out. “What’s going here?” the second man demanded. “What’s going on ... “ the woman said as she took out more rope, “..Is your’re going to take off your clothes while my friend ties you up and gags you next to that other guy over there.” And that’s exactly what happened. the second man was stripped to his underwear, tied up in a hog tie and his mouth gagged with tape. The Woman looked over at her captives as they struggled and moaned in outrage. “Too easy.” She said. To Be continued. Ian played by Hank The Second Victim played by JMZ The Male Robber played by Slade Photography by Caitiff
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Victim: Marshall
Bad Guy: Dante
Date of Production: 12/17/2015
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Model: Patrick
Photographry by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/19/2015
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The Intern played by Garrett
The Boss played by Cliff
The Janitor played by Donovan
Date of Production: 11/07/2015
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The Quarterback played by Taylor The Wrestler played by Rawy Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 09/27/2009
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He won' t look at me at first. Not directly. Not at first. I know what must be going through his mind right now: the disbelief, the anger at getting caught, the confusion at why I haven't simply called the police yet. I love this part, where they are still in denial, where they think they can get away, where the worst they have to worry about is show soon they can get bailed out of jail. I almost don't have the heart to shatter his illusions. The way he shattered my window when he thought I had gone out. All the expensive stuff of mine he thought he was going to get away with. Doesn't he know thou shalt not steal? Didn't he see me watching him as he was casing my place? Well, he didn't see me when he slid through the window, not until I had him in a head lock. For a little guy, he was pretty strong. Not strong enough to get free but still wiry. Not that it mattered. They teach you how to handle people in the Marines. Though the knots I learned from the Navy guys. I hustle him inside and have him in a neat little bundle in no time. Wiry and strong don't matter if your ass is tied up. Strangely he never makes a sound but I gag him with layers of duct tape around his head anyway. He doesn't need to speak for what I need him for. And I like gags. "Go on.' I tell him, "Try to get loose." he doesn't believe me at first. "You ain't going to escape tied up and gagged like you are. I won't stop you if you get out in the next fifteen minutes. So go ahead." Figuring that he probably has nothing to lose, he does try to get loose. He tries to act like he's not struggling at all, at first. Moving his wrists back and forth behind his back just a little to test the ropes. He ain't fooling me. I can see his shoulders moving ever so slightly. But I don't do anything to stop him, just like I said I wouldn't. But soon he is going full steam, trying to get loose. He's twisting his arms around to see the knots, and flexing his muscles and grunting up a storm. God, how I love the grunting through a gag. You can take away a person's freedom of movement but it's not until you take away their freedom of speech that they are really helpless. "Mmmmffph!" He moans in a demanding tone. I can't be sure what exactly he's demanding but I don't really care. His frustration and anger is almost ... cute. He's on the floor now, still twisting and rolling away, putting on such a good show. I hate to interrupt it but I do anyway. Just so I can secure his hands a little more around his waist with a little more rope. He doesn't like it. But his fifteen minutes was up twenty minutes ago. Fair is fair, after all. He continues twisting and struggling against the ropes, still deluded enough to think he's going to get untied all by himself. But the fantasy isn't holding up too well. I'm beginning to see worry in his eyes, fear. He's realizing that he isn't going to get free. That he's bound and gagged in some madman's house, and no one knows where he is or can help him. Good. It only took about an hour for this to begin the first part of his "training". "Giving up yet? Might as well. Those knots aren't going to come loose. So now I'm going to let you rest. Then you and I are going to play some more and you had better make me really happy. Because guess what? Even I let you go right now, what are you going to do? Go to the police and complain some guy tied you up while you were robbing his house? And that's assuming I let you go." I can see the reality sinking in his eyes as I hog tie him. I then leave my room and go make myself a little snack. I'm sure by the time I'm done, my little thief will see things my way. My friends always tell me I need to move out of my neighborhood with all it's crime. I just keep telling them that the crime isn't a problem as long as you know how to handle people. You just have to make them feel...welcome. The End The Thief Played by Mark Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 04/03/2002
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Model: Lex
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/25/2015
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I saw him standing there at the bar, still sporting his full gear. I was lucky they even let me into this bar, I could barley afford the cover but I was so upset I needed a little pick me up. There he stood the big star who stole my dream. He stole the dream of a lot of people. The jerk had just won the NFC playoffs and took out my team. I couldn’t believe it, he was all hair and no substance but now he was going to the Super Bowl. How barley knew how to throw a ball, and he still made it. I was tired of seeing him on television, he was an endorsement darling, and made millions off of it. This joke of a quarterback couldn’t hold a candle to the greats but he made it to the big show. I watched as he flirted with every girl in the bar, still wearing his uniform and playing up to his own hype. My team was better and deserved the chance he would just turn into another endorsement deal. He was cocky and arrogant, and couldn’t stand him. Even his own team mates talked trash about him. After a few XXXX I finally built up the courage to approach him. He asked if I wanted an autograph, and I laughed. He seemed a little confused but I finally humored him. We talked a bit and I bought him several drinks and XXXX hoping to get inside this douches head. Around two in the morning the bar was closing and he invited me back to his place to continue the party. He couldn’t get enough of himself and I played into him each step of the way. His place was decorated with what I expected, pictures of him everywhere. We drank and I decided to play into him. We drank until the early morning until he finally XXXX. In my XXXX state I decided to get revenge for me and every fan who hated him. I wrapped rope around his torso and wrists, tying him up tight. He woke up half dazed and screamed at me to let him go. I slapped gorilla tape over his mouth to keep him quiet. He grunted in anger and gave me an angry glare. I was having the time of my life. I secured him to his exercise equipment and stared at him .I began to explain to him in my XXXX state was a crappy player he was, and how he didn’t deserve this chance. He grunted and fought against his binds. I sucked down another beer and was hit with an epiphany. I struggled to get onto his stomach and pulled down his pants. He screamed through his taped mouth. I drew on his sweaty ass and watched as he struggled angrily to get loose. I called a cab and made my way back home. In the morning woke more hung over than I had ever been. I realized what I had done and there was only one thing to do. I called the local news and the cops. It was all over the news for weeks. The superstar quarterback was into bondage. The story would not let up, and the days leading up to the Super Bowl were eclipsed with photos of him bound and gagged. He played the game and lost gloriously. After the season he retired leaving a legacy he would never live down; not as a great quarterback, but the kinky celerity that had a fetish for ropes and gags. It was the better than any game I had ever seen. The End Barley played by Sammy Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 12/16/2009
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My Name is Troy, I justed turned 18 last week. I am about to graduate this year and I tell you this so you'll know what I have done to my Coach was not my fault. I have been provoked since I was a freshmen. Yes, I am a "Chick Magnet" 6ft 3inches, 210 lbs. of rock hard muscle, dark blonde wavy hair, green eyes, perfect teeth and a square jaw. 13 inch shoe. Also, have a 10 inche Dick which never hurts when trying to score a "piece of trim" or, eat out that "vertical smile". I love Pussy and Pussy loves me. So, what is this Hot Coach doing "bound and gagged" in my small rent house? I'll tell ya. For four year's Mike the Football Coach has never left me alone. He constantly stared at me and every chance he could, placed his hands on my body alledgely showing me "New Football Moves" I never said a fucking word. I was at this College on a Football Scolarship and didn't want to mess it up. I knew that Mike could bounce me from the team at his whim and give some fucking bullshit story why he did it. Everytime I took a shower, there was Mike, staring, rubbing his Cock through his nylon shorts. I pretended not to notice. He even bent down, got wet, to hand me the soap I had dropped. The other guys on the team, I knew let him blow them. They would go into his office and leave 15 minute later smirking saying they were just "Trade". It was payback time. I was going to work Mike the Coach over now that my days at the University were at last coming to an end. I invited him over for a drink. He was surprised as I had never done that before. "Gee Troy thanks, five o'clock OK" he said. "Five in smooth Coach, see ya then" I answered. I made a stiff Burbon and Coke and place a "roofy" in the glass. For good measure I placed a second one in the drink. At Five on the button the bell rand. "Hey, come on in, welcome" I chimesd. He smiled. "Here's ta drink. Coach" I had one also. "Let's sit on the bed, it's more confy" He grinned. This way when the Fucker XXXX I would not have to far to drag him, I thought. He downed he drink in one gulp, I excused my self and made him another, when I returned he was "out like a lite" I pushed him on the bed and began stripping him down. His tweed sport coat, then his blue button down shirt, school silk tie. Off, thrown into the corner. I undid his belt and unzipped his grey trouser's. Grabbing the cuffs pulling them off his muscular legs, his bass weegun penny loafer's came off with them. I then pulled off his black thin cotton over the calf socks. I stepped back and starred at the Coach now only clad in a "Wife Beater" undershirt, and his white Jockstrap. I went for my rope which I had hidden under the bed. First I duck taped his mouth shut and tied his hand with rope behind him, his legs were spead eagle on my bed. Rope again just about his elbow. Extra tight, I wanted him to feel the rope when he woke up. I took special care binding his ankles together. Touching his large Coach feet sent to thrill to my groin area. I felt my own Dick start to harden though my Levi's 501's. My Dick was getting hard as I played with his feet. I could feel precum fall into my own Jockstrap. I kicked off my loafers, pulled off my black Polo Shirt. Pulled down and off my Levi's. I stood over my Coach clad only in my Jock and extra thick white wool knee socks pushed down to my upper ankles. Precum dripping through my Jock. I took my Dick out and Pissed on his feet. The Coach woke up his eyes at half-mast. He sits up. "MMMMPPPPPPFFFF" I hear throgh the tape. I just laff. "Isn't this what you always wanted Coach? " I laughed. "All your dreams are about to CUM true". I added. I pushed him back on the bad and tuned him onto his stomach. I take some lube I use when I screw Pussy and shove it up Coach's Arse. I squirms and moans. I start finger fucking him getting his Cunt Hole ready for my Dick. I now place a second finger, then a third, faster my hand goes in and out. I smack his arse hard. His Moans are loud. PLZZZZZNOOOOOOOMMFF" hahaha I find this very funny. I turn him onto his side and go around and reinsert my fingers , now four fingers up to my knuckles. His legs kick out wildly.. I stop and get another piece of rope and Hogtie the Bastard. His knee's are bent and then high in the air. I climb onto the bed, place a condon on my ten incher, grab his calfs and now enter his man hole. I have never fucked a man before and even with a condom on, his Cunthole is tighter then any Pussy I have been in. He still has some piss dripping from his feet and that drives me into a fucking frenzy. I shoot my load into my Coaches butt. "Is not that want you wanted Coach for the last four years?" I ask softly into his ear. He nods ,"yes". I take his 7 inch dick a proceed to "toss him off" I am a gentlemen and that's want a gent would do. He shoots five feet into the air, spurt after spurt, pushing at the ropes that bind him. then finally, breathing through his nose calms down. "I'm keeping you here all weekend Coach. You will be fed and I will untie your ankles so you can use the toilet. Your hands remain bound. Understand" His head nods in agreement. I pick up the cell phone hit a number and said. Five Large Pizza's, everthing on them and 12 larger cokes. You see, I have invited the rest of the Football Team over to have the Coach for Dessert. The End. Coach Mike played by Todd Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:01/26/2006
28 photos; 4:29 video
Everything was ready for Tad’s big date. The place was clean, his obnoxious room mates gone for the week end and a hot girl was coming over. Tad was getting laid tonight. He could feel it. There was a XXXX on the door. Tad’s date was early. But it wasn't’ Tad’s date. it was two burly men who pushed their way past the front door. “Hey! What are you doi..mmmppphhh!”, Tad was cut off by a meaty hand over his mouth. “Here, this will keep him quiet!”, one of the men said as he pulled off a strip of duct tape. It was soon plastered over Tad’s lips, sealing his mouth shut. “Mmmmm!”, Tad saw rope in the hands of his attackers and knew what was coming next. Tad began to fight back but it was already too late. His hands were soon tightly bound behind his back. The men then sat Tad’s ass down on the bench in the hallway. While one man took more rope and secured Tad’s legs at the knees and ankle’s, the other searched the house. “No one else here” the second man said as he partner finished binding their hostage. “This one ain't’ going no where.” the men laughed at Tad’s helplessness. Bound and gagged a she was, Tad could only glare at his captors. The men left Tad alone to go after their real objective, robbing the house. Tad could hear them rummaging through the silver ware drawers. Desperately Tad squirmed in his bondage, hoping to find some slack. He found none. He was tied up nice and tight. However Tad still had a chance. If he could get to the door, maybe he could get someone ot see him. The robbers were still busy looting. It was now or never. Carefully Tad stood dup, barely maintaining balance on his tied feet. He began to jump over to the door. He was almost there... ..And suddenly was grabbed by one of the robbers. “Thought we weren’t watching?”, the robber sneered as he held Tad’s bound body. “You’re a pretty boy. Maybe I should teach you a lesson!” Tad didn’t like how the man’s hands explored Tad’s bound body. Tad gave a grunt was his ass cheeks were squeezed hard. “Hey” the partner said, “We don't’ have time for that. Tie his ass up better and help me with this flat screen!” Tad was XXXX over to the banister of the stairs and tied to the post. The robbers soon finished their burglary. Tad was blindfolded, making him more helpless. He could hear the door shut so was pretty sure he was now alone but could not be sure. Tad had no idea how long he stayed tied up like that. But eventually he heard a XXXX at the door! “Mmmm! Mmmmmmmmppphhhhmmmmaammmm!”, Tad yelled as loud as he could. But whomever was at the door didn't hear him through the gag. After r a few minutes the XXXXing stopped. To his XXXX Tad realised it must have been his date. And now she would think he had stood her up. Just as bad, his room mates would be gone for days. Tad’s week end would now consist of being bound and gagged to his stairs. He didn’t feel very lucky at all. The End Tad played by: Marco Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:08/01/2011
27 photos; 4:19 video
Jeff was always going on about how his folks were loaded. And they were. They paid for everything: his school , his rent , and his Mustang. But Jeff wanted more. The only time he seemed to even talk to his folks was to ask for more money. It must have eventually pissed them off because one day he fumed at us that his parents had cut him off. Well, not really cut him off so much as they would ONLY pay for the stuff they were already paying. That the rest of us in the house found Jeff a spoiled little snot goes without saying. But he must not have caught on to how we felt because he confided to us a plan to get a lot of money. After seeing an episode of Hawaii Five O, Jeff got the “brilliant idea of arranging his own takening. We would all get a share of course. With Jeff that was a four way split. However, money of not, there are some things you just don’t do. Freaking your loving parents so you could con them out of money seemed to be on that list. Me and the other two room mates agreed. We also agreed Jeff needed to be taught a lesson. “Oh ok Jeff. We’ll do this.” I said to him, But we gotta make it look real or your folks won’t buy it.” Jeff agreed, having no idea what we planned to do to him. The poor sap. “Ok we will need a video to show your parents you have been taken...” “Oh don’t worry, I can act scared.”, Jeff interjected. “No, we need it to be more realistic. Tie him up” I told Todd and Jerry, our other room mates. On cue, they tightly bound Jeff’s hands behind his back. Jeff was so shocked he didn’t even put up a fight. “Uhhh, I am not sure I need to be ..,Mmmm!” Jeff’s words were cut off as Jerry began wrapping tape over his mouth. The look in Jeff’s eyes as the tape tightened over his mouth was priceless. He was right, he could look scared when he had too. “H e still looks too comfortable. I know. Lets tear off his clothes!” I suggested. “Mmmmpphh!?” Jerry and Todd tore off Jeff’s expensive clothes until he was down to his underwear. We could have kept going until Jeff was naked but we decided we wouldn’t abuse Jeff too much. Maybe later. For now Jeff looked pretty good in his wife beater and green shorts. We took Jeff down to the basement and sat his ass down on a table. We then tied his legs while Jerry got out his cam corder. “Ok on the count of five, struggle.” Jerry said as if he was directing a movie. Jerry did struggle and he moaned. He almost looked kind of hot. If only I could have forgotten what a spoiled sleaze he was. “I think he has too much freedom still.” I said and hog tied Jeff’s cute ass. “Maybe we could cut off a finger?”, Todd suggested in a serious tone. Jerry flipped out his butterfly edge. “Mmmpphhaaammmmm!”, Jeff let out a panicked moan. “Oh sorry Jeff, we should have told you. The way we figure if you ever spill the beans we would all be in trouble. And a million dollars split three ways is better then four. Sorry buddy. But maybe we’ll let you go after we are safe in Mexico.” “Mmmm! Mmmmmmmpphhaaaa!” Jeff groaned as he struggled to get free. To bad for him he wasn’t going too. He had no problem giving Jerry lots of good footage. I guess when Jeff got the idea to fake his own takening from that Hawaii Five O episode, he didn't remember the part where the guy’s friends double cross him. Or maybe he did and that was why he bought our act so quickly. OF course we weren’t going to cut off a finger anymore then we were going to send Jeff’s parents the video or ask them for money. But we would keep Jeff bound and gagged for a day or two before we let him in on that. The End Model: Simon Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/17/2008
25 photos; 7:14 video
The masked men had it all planned out. The knew Raul Jimenez came from a super wealthy family, a mexican oil magnate. They knew he had had a falling out with the old man so he lived on his own. And they knew he liked to skateboard in Tower Grove Park. They had a very good idea of what he looked like: tall and thin with tattoos. So when they saw their quarry, they seized their chance. Before their victim could say or do anything, he was grabbed by multiple hands and shoved into their van. “Hey! What are you.. mmmpphh!?”, was all the young man could say before a strip of black tape cut off his protests. His hands were bound behind his back. The plan appeared to be going off perfectly. No one saw the taking. The kid was secured without any trouble. He wouldn’t be able to identify them as the masked men all wore masks. The only problem, one the masked men had not realised, was that the young man they had bound and gagged in their van was not Raul Jimenez. His name was Jon McGurk, his dad was a plumber and like Raul liked to skate in the park. Of course, being gagged, Jon couldn’t say any of this even if he had know this had been a case of mistaken identity. All Jon knew was that he had been bound and gagged by a group of scary looking guys, driving to who knew well. The masked men soon came to their hide out, a large house in the country. They had scoped it out and knew the owners had gone on vacation. It was private and secure. No one would find them there. They dragged Jon out of the van and into the house. Thrown onto the couch, Jon could only sit and hope his masked men didn’t hurt him. “We need something to show we have him.”, One of the masked men said. For a second, Jon was worried they were going to cut off his thumb. Fortunately all the took was his photo and his shoe. The masked men then tied Jon’s feet together. “Ok you stay put, Raul.” Raul?! That’s when Jon realised that they thought he was someone else! Unfortunately Jon’s gag was never removed. In fact, they added to it as well as blind folded him. For the next day, The masked men waited for a response to their demands. And they got it but not where they expected. Ramone Jimenez did not reply. However they did see the story on the news about a taking of Jon McGurk, who looked just like their hostage rolling on the couch and moaning through his gag. Panicking, the masked men knew they had to get out as fast as they could. Fortunately they had never had any intention of harming their hostage. They knew Jon would never be able to recognise them. So they hog tied him and left their hostage squirming on the floor of the house. Jon struggled against his bonds. He was not able to get any slack. He could only lay and wait in the hopes that he would be rescued. When the police came by the next day after getting an anonymous call, Jon had never been so happy in his life. The End Jon Played ByMatthew Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:03/19/2010
38 photos; 3:43 video
Six months had passed since the day Billy turned up on my doorstep and asked me to tie him up. Our relationship had matured during our unusually mild winter in British Columbia's Fraser Valley. Billy was now living with me full-time as my submissive partner, boy toy, and lover. Both of us worked outside the home, me as a line manager for B.C. Hydro, and Billy in an government office downtown. We both had commutes, and by the time we got home, we were often too tired to do much more than hug, chug, and go to bed. What happened then was pretty vanilla, but satisfying nonetheless. But, ah, then there were the weekends. Billy would wake up before me, and pretend to be asleep. He'd wait until I reached for him, and then he'd feign surprise. We'd start with a warm up session before breakfast. This usually was on the floor or the bedroom or in the hallway. I'd always insist that Billy stretch before getting bound. He had a leg cramp once that left him in tears although I did my best to knead it into relaxation. We wanted no more of that! So, easy bondage was the order for first thing in the morning. Billy liked to have his hands tied behind his back, be tied knee and ankle, and "left" for me to "discover him" just inside the doorway. Great fun, and this usually turned into a one-sided wrestling match that I always won. Part of being a bondage sub is learning to stay put. This was not Billy's strong suit, but he always preferred getting off to getting loose, and I never faulted him for that. In fact, I usually helped. Billy spend a lot time in the chair - in the chair - not tied to it - just in it. This was a hard lesson for him to learn, but when he was in the chair, he was expected to relax and stay put. That's all that I demanded of him. I usually had to remind him what his responsibilities were during these times, and if he became too antsy, I didn't mind blindfolding him, too. Afternoons were for stricter bondage. A favorite of mine was tying Billy up to hooks up on each side of the doorway. This is great, subtle bondage tool, by the way. They look just like coat hooks when not in use. When Billy faced away from the door jamb, I usually couldn't resist giving him a slow, lazy blowjob. How slow? Slow enough to have him begging for me to let him come. When Billy faced the door jamb, he'd still get hard, but he knew that his "suffering" then led to the promise of great sex later. He looked good blindfolded and gagged, and he'd stay hard as long as I wanted to keep him that way. I always tried to disabuse the notion that there was any special "get-off place" or "get-off position" around the house. In fact, none of it was scripted. I never knew where our afternoon sessions would end or how . . . or where. Once drove Billy, hands cuffed behind his back with his ankles in leg irons and him wearing only jeans, twenty miles to a motel in Bixby, and smuggled him into a room. I finally let him have me doggy style, with him still bound, on the cheap sheets of the motel. He got so excited that he kept bouncing out, and I had to keep one hand behind me to guide him in. Then I took him leaning over the bed with my knees on the floor and my hands on his hips. Afterwards we snuggled for a while, and it was dark by the time we finally woke up. We decided to spend the night there and drive back in the morning. I never did go back to the car for the keys. Billy seemed comfortable enough. Evenings usually involved gentler forms of bondage. I had developed some definite preferences concerning Billy's body. I preferred his ankles either elevated or pressed against his ass. I preferred him barefoot and naked, or mostly naked. (Sometimes a little something between partial and full nakedness heightens the anticipation.) Billy knew my preferences, and he certainly didn't mind showing off his body for me. He'd always keep at least one eye on me, as if daring me to grab him. As if I, Mr. Cool on the Spot, ie "da Boss" might suddenly go nuts with lust. Okay, that happened sometimes. Billy made it look easy, and as sexy as hell, too. Take a basic tie - wrists crossed and ankles bound together side-by-side. This looks promising, but it's not good bondage. Add another element, such as binding the wrists to the ankles, or binding the ankles to the ass and the wrists to the cock and balls, and it becomes good bondage. And taking it back to the way it started is always a nice touch, too. *** Well, the winter that was has melted into glorious spring. I'm about to go stir-crazy hanging around the house. It's about time to take Billy camping. It's supposed to be less cool tonight, so I think I'll get the handcuffs and shackles and spend the night with Billy in a XXXX bag on the back porch. Then in the morning, I have a new toy to show him. It's a cock and balls to wrists cuff with an adjustable lower strap. It's going to cover up his asshole, but while he's wearing it, he's NOT going to be standing up. Yes, I do spend a lot of time thinking of things to do with my submissive man's cock. I hope my ingenuity never fails me. The End Model: Andre Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/03/2006
21 photos; 4:55 video
Model: Mike Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 09/27/2009
29 photos; 4:59 video
Bound Nerd played by Casey
Vengeful Jock played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/2/2024
Tags: tape gag, gagging, hand gag, hog tie, bad guy, socks
24 photos; 2:45 video
Bound Guy played by Christopher Rotten
Bad Guy played Dalton
Photography Caitiff
Date of production: 9/11/2024
TAgs: tattoos, gagging, bad guy, shirtless, cleave gag, tape gag, hand gag, chair tie, twink
30 photos; 6:39 video
Model: Kona
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/11/2024
Tags: dominated, jock strap, gagging, tape gag, hand gag, butt, bad guy, bare foot
24 photos; 6:37 video
Good thing he mopped before this happened.
Model: Kris
Photography by Caitiff
Date of production: 09/12/2024
Tags: cleave gag, shirtless, twink, underwear, bare foot
35 photos; 6:55 video
Its Hard getting ahead in Business.
Thanks to Marco Grieco for this set
Model: Tonny
Photographer by Marco Grieco
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Tonny's Only fans here: https://onlyfans.com/tape_br
Date of Production: 05/28/2024
Tags: tape gag, exposed, butt, taped up, jock
53 photos
LAshy Guy still has his friend Dave.
Sorry, due to tech issues, no Video this time :-(
Model: Dave
Photography by LAShyGuy
Date of Production: 06/01/2024
Tags: jock, grope, hands above head, cleave gag, OTM gag, blindfold
10 photos; 6:31 video
Model: BitchmanSP
Photographer by Marco Grieco
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Date of Production: 05/28/2024
Tags: cleave gag, underwear, muscle, fondle, exposed, hog tie, tattoo
20 photos; 3:30 video
Bound Guy 1 played by Adam
Bound Guy 2 playe dby Guru
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/05/2024
Tags: double, underwear, cleave gag, socks, bare foot, twink