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Todd's head hurt, but that was the least of his problems. As his eyes slowly focused, the first thing he saw was a dank stone wall, and turning his head, a wooden staircase. He slowly realized that he was in the basement of his frat house. Some of the guys stored their bikes and extra stuff down there, even though it was kind of creepy, and once a year the frat held their initiation ceremonies there. Still dazed, Todd's mind spun back a year to his own initiation, and he saw himself lying on the floor, bound and gagged in a jockstrap, alongside 8 other helpless pledges. They had been teased and tormented, blindfolded, painted on, had their cocks and balls exposed and manhandled and the final humiliation was each pledge having to kiss his sponsor's manhood and swear allegiance to the frat. Todd had thought that was real gay at the time, but all in all, he hadn't minded. And being trussed and gagged, he really had had no choice. The scene of his initiation flashed through Todd's head in a second, and he was back in the present. Still a little foggy, he attempted to stand up, and to his amazement found that he was once again tied up. Looking down, he saw his leather jacket and jeans wrapped tightly in silver duct tape. How the hell had this happened. Squinting his eyes, he tried to concentrate. He remembered leaving the Student Union and heading for the parking lot. It was Thanksgiving break, and he was heading home for the family feast. A sudden, throbbing pain at the back of his head quickly reminded him...as he had reached his car, he had been jumped, and a hand had come over his mouth. That's all he could remember....he must have been slugged by someone. "Hey! Somebody!! Let me outta here!!" Todd called, turning his head towards the staircase. "C'mon, somebody cut me loose!!" There was no response, and Todd realized that everyone must be gone home for the holiday. Starting to panic, he began wrenching against the thick duct tape bonds. He couldn't believe how tightly the tape held. There was no give at all. Twisting his wrists only twisted and tightened the tape wrapped around them. "Dammit!! Lemme outta here!" Todd bellowed. He heard the wooden door at the top of the staircase creak open. He saw a pair of legs clad in black jeans descending, then a black long-sleeved T, then a head in a black ski mask. The visitor held an orange bandanna in his hand. Without a word, he approached the chair where Todd sat and wrenched the cloth into his mouth, pulling the ends tightly and knotting them behind his head. "Shut the fuck up, dickwad," the stranger growled as he gagged poor Todd. MMPPHHHFFF!!" grunted Todd, as the cloth filled his mouth. The stranger turned and went back up the staircase. Desperate to escape, Todd realized he had not been bound to the chair, so he slowly got up on his feet and took a few tentative hops. It was very difficult keeping his balance with his ankles and knees bound, but he was determined to get up the staircase. Leaning his right shoulder against the wall for support, he managed to hop up onto the first step. Sighing, he counted...there were eleven more. And if he wasn't careful, he could tip over and break his neck. Gathering his strength, and leaning on the wall, he attempted to hop up onto the second step. Before he could even manage that, the door swung open and the hooded stranger came barreling down on him. He shoved Todd, who tumbled down onto the hard cellar floor with a grunt. "Gotta make this difficult, eh?" he growled and Todd's eyes widened as he saw the stranger held the roll of silver duct tape with which he was bound. Kneeling next to Todd, he stripped off a long piece, and centered it over Todd's gagged mouth. "Hope this doesn't hurt your piercing", he said sarcastically, as he pressed the tape firmly over Todd's gag and continued pulling the strip off the roll. Todd felt his legs folded up and the long strip of tape was wound around his ankles a few times, then pulled up his other side and plastered down over his mouth again. Todd groaned in pain as he felt the effect of the hogtie/gag combo. Any movement of his legs only pressed the tape gag against his pierced lip even harder and the only relief he had was to lie as still as possible. Any attempt at speech was reduced to muffled moans by the tight double gag. ""OK, pal, thanks for the car keys. We'll be leaving now. Nice ride, by the way. Tell your Pop we said Thanks!" Todd moaned in frustration and anger. "Hope you make it home for Turkey Day, kid. You should be able to get yourself out of that tape in 3 or 4 hours. I hear Greyhound has some good fares! Later, dude!" Todd failed to see the humor in the fact that we was trussed up tighter than any Thanksgiving turkey. He began to struggle, and knew it would be a long time before he was homeward bound. The End Todd played by Nick Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 09/26/2007
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I adjusted my binoculars to make sure I was getting a perfect view – not that I really needed confirmation of what I had long suspected. But it was much better to be safe than to be sorry. I had to be 100 per cent positive before I acted. However… I had caught the bastard in the act! There he was, letting his Great Dane deposit yet another tremendous load of shit on my front lawn. He was casual about it – thinking that no one would be up at this time of night to observe his crime! Well, he had thought wrong. It was time to set my plan into motion. I was going to teach that smug bastard that crime doesn’t pay. I paced back and forth, wearing a hole in the rug as I waited for my guest to arrive. I had everything I needed ready for him – rope, a couple of rags and an enormous bag of dog turds that I had been keeping in my freezer. It had taken me weeks to set this up, and I had been collecting evidence ever since I had assured myself as to the culprit. I had taken some pictures, but the dog doodoo was exhibit number one. The evidence was thawing out; I had been XXXX to spray copious amounts of air freshener in order to conceal the smell, but it wasn’t completely effective. I would be glad to get rid of it. I heard the doorbell ring. Pasting a totally false welcoming smile on my face, I greeted my guest. "Hey, dude. Nice of you to ask me over for a brewski. Gee, it looks like I’m the first one here. Hope that I’m not early." "No, no" I said through gritted teeth. "You’re not early. Here, let me take your jacket." He shrugged off his leather jacket and I made my move. Instead of taking the jacket, I hooked one foot around his ankle and he went flying. The house shook as his muscular body slammed into the floor. I was on him in a flash, as he lay there, momentarily stunned. Before he had time to gather his wits, I grabbed his hands and dragged his arms behind his back. I snatched up a length of rope that I had left lying on the hall table, and started wrapping it around his wrists. I wasn’t taking any chances with him, so I used lots of rope. He was starting to struggle by the time I had finished binding his wrists– I felt like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco. "What the fuck are you doing? Let me go, you fucking pervert!" I grabbed a hank of his dark hair, and pulled his head back. "Open wide, asshole!" "What are…MMMPHHHHHH!" I shoved a wadded-up rag into his mouth, making sure that it was pushed deep into his throat. I didn’t want his cries to alarm our neighbours, the very people that he had been expecting to meet. I take a second strip of cloth, and tied it tightly over his mouth. He wasn’t going to be spitting out the stuffing anytime soon. I rose to my feet, puffing somewhat winded from my exertions. I pulled on his hair, dragging him to his knees. "GGWHATMMFUCKMMJUMTHINKMMDOING? GLETMMEGOMNOW!" "You’re not going anywhere, dickhead. I’m going to teach you that you must respect other peoples’ property and rights! You are going to learn to be a good neighbour." "MMWHATMMTALKINGMBOUT? LEMMMEEGOOOO!" He tried to stagger to his feet, evidently attempting to escape. I wasn’t having any of that. One good shove and he was flat on his butt. It took me only a moment to tie his feet together. I laughed as he tried to kick out at me. He was helpless, and completely at my mercy. "I’ll show you what I’m talking about, asshole. Don’t you move, or you’ll be sorry." I trotted off to gather up the evidence, which I had stashed in the laundry room. Gad, but it stank. Thank God I had doublebagged it – otherwise I would have left a trail of dog shit through the house. As I returned to the living room, I could hear him grunting and puffing through his gag. I paused in the doorway to watch him. He was squirming around on the floor, struggling against the ropes, attempting to free himself. I tsked in disapproval. I had warned him about the consequences if he moved. Apparently my new neighbour wasn’t too bright. It might take a LONG time to teach him how to be a good neighbour. "GGWHATMMDOING? GGNNOOOO! MMPLEASEMMMNOOOO!" I stood up, somewhat disheveled, and surveyed my guest. It had been rather amusing wrestling with him on the floor, as he attempted to evade me and my rope. He certainly was well-built! I had to adjust my trousers as I looked down on him, hog-tied and defenseless. Hmm, this lesson in neighbourliness was taking on an entirely new dimension. "You want to know what is going on? THIS is what is going on! " I thrust the huge bag of stinking dog XXXX into his face. He recoiled in XXXX. I had to admit that I was feeling a trifle queasy myself. I had been perhaps a little overzealous in collecting evidence; I hadn’t realized that I had accumulated quite so much excrement. Scooping up one pile of crap at a time had been bad enough – having this large bag of thawing, stinking turds was almost unbearable. "I’ve been watching you for weeks, letting that stupid dog of yours shit all over my lawn. You didn’t really think that you would get away with it, did you? I should make you eat it all!" "MMMNNOOO! GGMURMMCRAZY!!! GGMTHEMMFUCKMAWAYFROMME!" He went berserk, rolling around on the floor, screaming into his gag, desperately trying to free himself. I smirked as I watched him. Of course I wouldn’t make him eat the dog shit – that would have been horribly messy, as well as unsanitary and unhealthy. I was far too fastidious for that kind of thing. However, I thought that it had been an excellent threat. It seemed to have scared him. I found myself becoming quite excited as he thrashed about. He really did have quite a buff body – obviously he spent lots of time at the gym. I tried to readjust my trousers again, but for some reason they refused to be adjusted. It was much easier to take them off and throw them to one side. Ooops, something had popped out of the fly of my boxers. My hapless neighbour caught sight of what was jutting out of my underwear, and he began struggling anew. "OK, asshole. Here’s the bargain. I won’t make you eat this load of dog crap. I’ll give you something else to eat instead. I’ll let you prove to me what a good neighbour you are going to be in the future." The End The Bad Neighbour played by Antonio Photography by Caitiff Date of Producion: 10/10/2005
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Lester was late for his next stop. He should never have stayed so long as Big Bertha’s House of Boobies. But he had a handful of dollar bills and they had a buffet. And boobies. Well if he speed along, he should be able to make up for lost time. He just had to watch out for cops and.. DAMN! there was a car broken down in the middle of the road. Normally Lester would have just passed them by but he had no choice but to stop. Why hadn't these idiots pushed the car to the side of highway? Damn inconsiderate. Lester stopped his truck and got out, the motor still running. He ran up to the driver, a hot chick in daisy dukes that barely covered her ass. Well, maybe I’m not that much in a hurry. “Can I ..uhh help you miss?” Lester said. “You sure can!” a male voice said from behind Lester. Lester turned around to see a concealed item aimed at his head. Damn. ..... “Mmmmmmpphh!” Lester did not like being tied up and he certainly did not like the tape around his head, gagging him. The hijackers had taken Lester and his truck to a deserted were house where they had bound and gagged the trucker. Apparently the plan was to go to Lester’s next stop and pick up the merchandise. Worse it was going to be the hot chick who was going to be the driver. Which meant.. “My friend will keeping you company, sugar” “mmmmm!?” Lester did not like the look the male partner was giving him. Damn, Lester was going to be really late. The End Lester played by Dean Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:08/03/2013
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"Dude, dude, dude...shut up. Wait! Wait! You know i love you right? Right?" Ginger (his real name was Harry but we called him Ginger due to his hair) and I had just got back to his hotel room after dinner. And by dinner, I mean "many, many, MANY beers." I hadn't seen him in awhile, and he was in town to attend my wedding. He wasn't my best man, but close to it. We had been inseparable in college, and he had actually introduced me to my fiancee Kelly. They had been in the same Sociology course, become friends, but she had rejected his come-ons so he had good-naturedly introduced her to me at a party. Except, that it turns out he wasn't so good-natured because when our XXXX got to the tearful confession part of the evening, he told me he had hit on her numerous times AFTER her and I had become a couple. Which meant our entire senior year in college, Ginger had been trying to get with my girl. I was reminded why Kelly was such a great girl. My asshole friend had hit on her constantly behind my back, and she didn't say a word about it because she knew how close Ginger and I were. I was also reminded what a scumbag Ginger could be. Despite it having been years ago and having just found out about it, I was gonna go for the payback. "No, no, it's fine, dude. I understand. Hey, Kelly's hot and you were horny. I get it. Totally." I helped Ginger to the bed. He collapses facedown, already storing. Looking at his jeans-covered butt, I had the perfect plan. Oh, we'd stay friends. Despite being a horndog, he had been there for me time and time again. But bringing him down a notch or two was going to be fun. Maybe not so much for the maid. I looked around the room. There we go. Red sashcord from the hotel room's curtains. The soft black tie from Ginger's cheesy bathrobe. And the dingy rope he used to secure his duffel bag because he was too cheap to buy a new one. And top it off, the sweaty bandana I had in my back pocket from mopping my brow. I was working as a landscaper to raise extra bucks for my wedding. Ginger didn't stir. Not a peep. Not even as I quickly employed all my former Boy Scout knot-tying skills to tie his wrists behind his back with the bathrobe tie. Not even when I knotted his ankles together with the sashcord. And not even when I tied my sweaty bandana in his big yap. It was kinda fun using all the found items I could to tie his lying butt up. Like a bondage scavenger hunt! Truth be told, Kelly and I had partaken in some kinky fun before so this kinda thing wasn't new to me. I think it was the cool air hitting his jockstrapped ass that finally made him stir. I hadn't left yet, mainly cuz' I wanted to make sure he wasn't nauseous. Gags are funny, but not if there's a choking issue. "Mmppgghrrr??!" Ginger said. Watching him come to the slow realization that he was completely helpless was hilarious. He tried his wrists. Nope. His ankles nope. I even watched him try to push his gag out with his tongue. No dice, asshole. He finally saw me standing in the corner, hands in my pockets, grinning broadly at him. That's when he freaked! "MMMPPGGHHRRHR! MMEEE MMMEE MMMMMOOUUFFFH MMMIIISS!" I think he was telling me to untie him. Man, when he realized I had pantsed him and his bare buns were wiggling in his helpless frustration, it made him jerk and writhe some more. He bounced on that bed like he was on a trampoline! His face began to turn red from his struggles. I slapped his ass and he "MMPPHED" in surprise. I wanted to ask a couple of questions before I left him to his fate. "You ok?" "MMPPHH!" "I'm serious. You in pain?" He was silent for a second, then shook his gagged head. "Nauseous? Feel like throwing up?" He considered, then shook his head again." "Do you know why you're tied up?" He just looked at me. I took out his gag with some effort. I had knotted it pretty tightly in his lying mouth. "Phew! Dude, let me outta this!" "Answer the question, Ginger." "Cuz' I hit on Kelly a bunch of times?" "Yep." I went to put the gag back in. "Wait! You can't just leave me like this! My ass is hanging out and I can't get untied! COME ON-MMPPGGH!!" Re-gagging him was a joy. I made sure all his bonds were tight and his bare ass was facing the door to the room so the maid would have full view of Ginger's bare buttcheeks when she came in. I wanted him to experience the maximum humiliation. "I'm not. Check out time is in six hours. You'll get free. And if you don't, Housekeeping is going to LOVE the tip I left them! See you at the altar, dipshit!" As I exited, I imagined I could hear Ginger mmmphing that he shouldn't have had so much beer. The End. Ginger played by Floyd Fitz Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:05/21/2012
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I have to tell you that a nice warm shower felt really good after six days of dodging through airports, trying to humor the $9.35 an hour storm troopers, eating lousy airplane food and getting numbing jet lag like you wouldn't believe. I was just really getting into the really good part of the shower when I was surprised by a voice I didn't want to hear. “Hello Spider.” I rubbed the soap out of my eyes and then my heart sunk when I saw Joey D and his big concealed item staring at me in just my nature suit. “Took me a long time to find you here,” Joey D drawled. “Somebody might think that you didn't want to be found Spider.” “I was going to come around,” I said quickly while I tried to figure some way out of this. “I just needed a little time to recover from all of that traveling, you know?” “Yea Spider, I know” Joey D drawled and smiled thinly at the way my skinny body was starting to quiver under his hard eyes. “I found some rope!” Lemke the Weasel popped into the bathroom, snickered at my nakedness, and then happily showed his found treasure to Joey D. “Yea, well you know what to do with it.” Joey D cocked his concealed item with a loud click that echoed against the shower stall and pointed the concealed item’s big bore at my head just to remind me of how defenseless I was right now. Lemke snickered again, grabbed my XXXX hands and quickly tied them together. “Now where'd you put those stones?” Joey D growled. “Stones…? What stones?” I tried to play dumb. “Wrong answer kid!” Joey D grabbed the back of my neck in his big paw and stuffed a dry washcloth deep into my open mouth. Then he grabbed some of the thin rope from Lemke and wrapped it all behind my neck and over my cloth-stuffed mouth tighter and tighter until the dry cloth was wedged all the way in to the back of my throat. “Turn around Spider. I don’t want to see your lying eyes.” Joey D grabbed my shoulder and turned me around so that my back was to him and then I felt the cold steel of his big concealed item pushing against my neck. “The Boss sent you to Amsterdam to pick up two dozen diamonds. That was ten days ago. Where've you been and what did you do with those stones?” I shrugged my shoulders and made some animal sounds behind the wash cloth that was beginning to get wet and soggy inside my mouth. How could I tell him the truth? I chickened out and never picked up those diamonds the Boss sent me for. I didn't want to go to jail over there for smuggling. But to make matters worse, I spent all the money those Boss gave me for the stones finding out how much fun Amsterdam could be. Now there was next to nothing left. “Have a seat kid, you're making me nervous.” Joey D pushed me down onto the floor of the tub and then Lemke snickered happily while his clever hands quickly bound my feet together so tight that I was soon feeling pins and needles in my feet. “That'll hold you for awhile. Com’ on Lemke, let’s tear this place apart!” The happy warmth of the shower was gone now and my naked body was beginning to shiver from the cold and the fear that was gnawing at my guts while I sat on the cold porcelain of the tub floor. Fear shifted into panic and I began twisting and pulling at the tight ropes around my wrists and ankles, desperately wanting to get free of them while I still had a chance. But Lemke the Weasel was too good at tying knots and even wetting the ropes with the water left over in the tub didn't help to make them any looser around my wrists. Out in the other room I could hear all kinds of ripping and crashing sounds while they ripped apart the furniture and tossed it around the room. For a little while that got my hopes up. Maybe the Manager would hear all of the noise and call the police? But then it got quiet again and I looked up to see Joey D standing over me. “You really disappoint me Spider.” Joey D pointed his concealed item right at me and my heart stopped. “But the Boss still wants you alive. Maybe he knows some better ways to get you to talk, heh, heh. All right, on your feet!” Joey D and Lemke grabbed my cramping body and XXXX me to stand up in the tub while they both moved in really close to my shaking body. I couldn't bear to watch so I shut my eyes and tried to ignore the way Lemke kept snickering in my ear while the re-tied my hands together over the curtain rod. “Yea, that'll hold him. Bring the car around back Lemke, there’s some calls I got to make before we go.” When I opened my eyes again, they were both gone. I listened intently for a few moments to be sure that they were really gone. Then I studied the fix they had left me in. One thing about that Lemke was that he really enjoyed playing with his ropes. Now I could see so many wraps and knots around my hands that I hardly knew where to begin to untie them all. Then I wasted several precious minutes trying to work my jaws and to use my tongue to push the washcloth out of my mouth so I could use my teeth on the knots. But by now the wet cloth had swollen up until it was wedged tightly against the walls of my mouth and the ropes tied over it were so tight I couldn't even budge it with my tongue. What was I going to do? There had to be a way out of this! Desperation seized my body as I began pulling on the ropes and tried to find some way to free my hands from the curtain rod. I even tried pulling the curtain rod down off of the wall while my worried head filled up with all of the stories I had heard about the different ways my Boss had used to get other people to talk. All of them were very painful and most of them left the person in small pieces. I didn't like any of them. I had to get out of here! What was that? The door was opening. They were coming back! “Young man, what do you think you are doing?” It was the motel manager and he looked really upset. “I want you to know that we don’t allow those kinds of games in this motel, not ever. Oh well, I guess I'd better get the handyman to get you down from there. I don’t know what gets into young people these days.” The manager muttered as he went off to get the handyman. My heart began to sing and I made all kinds of grateful sounds into the soggy washcloth. I was going to be free! Maybe I could go to Australia? Yea, they had lots of places to hide in Australia. I could make friends with the kangaroos and maybe pet a few wallabies. Yea, I liked that idea. And then maybe….. THE END Spider played by Cain Photography by Caitiff Date of Production 06/15/2005
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Model: Dante
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Model: Derek Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:09/22/2012
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“So Seaman Anson, you like goofing off and XXXX in my spud locker instead of doing your Mess Duty like everybody else?” Seaman Anson felt like a fool. It wasn't bad enough that he got caught; he had to get caught by Chief Hook. Everybody on the base said that that Chief was a little crazy. Anson wiggled a little at the tight lines that had been wound around his body, but it seemed like every time he moved, those lines just hugged him tighter and began hurting him somewhere else. “Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” the Chief asked with his big mouth only an inch away from Seaman Anson’s face. “I…I was awful tired Chief and the next thing I knew I was down on those potato sacks, and I guess I dozed off.” “You went to XXXX on my potatoes?” the Chief thundered. “Do you know how much your government spends just so that you people can have real potatoes instead of rice like a lot of other Navy’s have to eat?” Anson didn't understand it. Ever since Boot Camp out at the Great Lakes, these Chiefs had been asking him questions he didn't have no answers to. Nobody told him what those potatoes cost. “Well,” Chief Hook growled,” You don't want to work for me in the daytime, then I guess you're gonna volunteer for a little Working Party I got going tonight!” “Listen Chief, Sir, I don't think it right you tying me up like this. They told us in Boot Camp that we've got certain rights, and—Ggommph!” “Eat cloth Seaman Anson!” Chief Hook spat as he wound a thick rag around Anson’s face and XXXX it in between his lips right in the middle of his little protest. Now Anson was scared. All those stories he heard about old Chief Hook must be true. Some of those stories started rushing into his head and Anson was already shaking before the Chief put his big hand on Anson’s shoulder and started pushing him down. “Ready…Seats!” the Chief barked so loud into Anson’s ear that he kind of fell down onto the hard floor and hurt himself in another place. “Now let me show you some real sailor’s knots!” the Chief actually laughed at Anson while he drew a whole bunch of rope out of his pockets and then started chuckling like some kind of a madman while he wound those ropes tighter and tighter around the young seaman’s ankles and thighs. “Dear Mom, you'll never believe what happened to me today,” Anson started composing his next letter home while he flinched and whimpered into the soggy cloth that was stopping up his mouth every time those tight lines bit into him someplace else. “As you were, Seaman. There’s a few things I need to check on.” Chief Hook walked off and left the trussed up Anson all alone on the hard floor. At first Anson wasn't too worried, and he really wasn't trying to get away. He was just rolling his body around and trying to avoid those biting ropes while he looked for someway to get comfortable so that maybe he could take another XXXX. But then he heard Chief Hook’s heavy footsteps coming back toward him and so he tried to look real innocent, but the Chief wasn't fooled. “So, trying to get away, huh?” “Mmmoh mmief, mmot mmmeee.” Why didn't they ever believe him? “Yea well, I can make that a lot more difficult to do,” the Chief smiled and growled. And poor Anson was completely helpless as the Chief started grabbing him with his big hands, and bending up his body all together, and then wrapping even more lines around Anson’s already trussed body. Why do these Chiefs like their ropes so much? Finally young Anson felt like he'd been on a trip to the pretzel factory and his skinny body was hurting all over and he didn't dare try to move. “I've got good news for you Anson!” the Chief bellowed. “Oh no!” Anson sighed into the soggy cloth stuffed between his lips. He was only a seaman, but he had already been in the Navy long enough to know that they never gave you good news. “A bunch of us Chiefs are going fishing tonight and we're going to let you help.” Fishing…? What were they going to fish for around here? It was all swamp. “Yea we're all going trolling for sXXXXping turtles and guess who’s going to be our tender bait?” SXXXXping turtles!!! “Dear Mom, I went off to see the world, but I only got as far as this big swamp before…” THE END Seaman Anson played by Andre Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 03/06/2004
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I let myself into the house and walked down the hallway. I could hear Chuck’s gentle snores coming through the open door of the bedroom. How could the lying, cheating bastard be XXXX so soundly? After everything that he had done to me, how could he lie, deep in a sound XXXX, as if he didn’t have anything on his mind? He could probably do that because he was totally lacking in conscience. No upstanding person could act the way that he had acted towards me. I felt my lower lip start to tremble as I recalled his shabby treatment of me. Each incident was engraved on my mind, and whenever I was feeling low, I would trot them out for inspection. There was nothing like dwelling on past grievances to get the blood boiling! I sniffed, and dashed away a tear as I looked down upon him. Yum, he had a great ass, beautifully contained within those fetching white briefs. I licked my lips in anticipation. The arrogant, selfish, conceited self-centred stud had quite a surprise awaiting him.
"Time to wake up, Chucky baby. You’ve been asleep too long."
I had to laugh at the look of shock that appeared on Chuck’s face. My perfidious lover boy sure hadn’t been expecting me to turn up. Before he could say anything I had a hand slapped over his beautiful, lying mouth. He started to struggle as I climbed on top of him, one knee in his stomach pinning him down, but once I had twisted one of his tit rings, he quieted down considerably.
"Are you going to be a good boy, Chuck? Are you going to be nice and quiet for me?"
I had to pull on his rings a couple of times before I heard a gurgled assent from under my hand. I got to work immediately, tying the bastard’s hands behind him, good and tight. I added some more rope around his chest and neck for good measure. I didn’t want my boy to going anywhere.
"Greg, why are you doing this? This is crazy!"
"Why do you think I’m doing this, you cheating louse? You think that you can fool around behind my back, and then stand me up, leaving me waiting for you in public, looking like a total fool? There’s no way that I’m going to take that kind of behaviour lying down. No sirree Bob. "
"What do you mean, fooling around behind your back. We’ve only dated a couple of times! You’re not my boyf…..MMMMPHHHHHH!"
Oh, Chucky was really getting me pissed off. I had to do something make him shut up before I got really riled, and did something that I might regret later on. I pulled out a nice freshly laundered bandanna and shoved it between his teeth, knotting it behind his head. For some reason that seemed to alarm Chuck. He started thrashing around on the bed, moaning and groaning and generally making a commotion. I couldn’t tolerate that sort of behaviour. I would have to immobilize Chuck even more. Luckily, I had brought lots of rope with me. It didn’t take me long to get Chuck into a convenient position, with his legs spread wide, and his feet and toes bound together. He was now a very tempting and accessible package. I started rubbing his crotch, the thin fabric of his briefs offering him no protection from my hand. It was gratifying to see how quickly his cock started to grow. Even though he was obviously enjoying himself, Chuck was making more and more noise. A couple of strips of duct tape over his mouth helped to moderate the irritating sounds to a tolerable, even enjoyable level.
"MMMNOOOGREG! MMPLLEEEZZMMWHATMGONNAMMDO?"
I was enjoying watching the bad boy squirming around on the bed, making muffled cries. He was on his side, trying to crawl off the bed. It was time to get down to some real business. I pulled him back, and yanked down his briefs.
"OOHHNNNOOOO. OHHH. OHHHMMYY. MMMMPPHH. OHHHHGODDD! DDONNNTSHTOPPPP!"
I frowned. Chucky boy was enjoying this far too much. His face was turning red and he was bucking away, shoving his rock hard cock into my oiled hand. I wasn’t going to let him get off so easy, not this time. A few more strands of rope, artistically wound around his cock and balls and then attached to his feet made sure that lover boy wasn’t going to have a premature blast off. I found myself getting a trifle excited myself by all of this strenuous activity. Mr. Winky was straining to escape, definitely ready for some action. I was all hot and sweaty from my efforts. I decided it was time to shed a few clothes. Ah, that was much more comfortable. I noticed that Chuck was on his stomach, frantically rubbing himself against the mattress in an effort to get off. Tsk, tsk, that wouldn’t do at all. Though I had to admit that I was enjoying watching Chuck’s lovely butt muscles working away. He was making little mmmphhing and ahhing noises as he rubbed. I was a bit surprised that he could enjoy himself so much with all of the rope tied around his balls like that, but I had noticed that Chuck liked things a bit….rough. I flipped lover boy on to his back.
"Hey, Chuck. Why don’t you say hello to Mr. Winky? You two are going to become really good friends. "
THE END
Model: Brett
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/15/2003
26 photos; 7:55 video
Model: Kevin
Photography by Nick007
Date of Production: 11/14/2015
24 photos; 5:21 video
Model: Lex
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/25/2015
24 photos
It’s one thing to play cowboy and go out all night XXXX and wake up the next morning with a hangover. It’s another thing to wake up with a hangover and see some weird guy in a creepy XXXX mask. The creep in the mask looked like he was on half-cock so I didn't even think about giving him any trouble. “I don’t have very much, just take what you want,” I told him hoping that he would just rob me and go away before somebody got hurt. But he didn't say anything. “Let’s see now,” he muttered to himself. “Maybe something in a nice blue to go with your eyes.” He picked up a blue bandanna, shook it out, and then ran it through his fingers. “I don’t have to tell you to be a good boy, do I?” He tapped me lightly on the head just to make sure that I got the point then he moved around behind me. There was something strangely familiar about his voice and I was trying to remember where I heard it before while he drew that folded bandanna tightly across my lips and tied it behind my neck. Then he stepped back, looked me up and down, and laughed in my face. And then he pulled off that creepy mask and I almost fell down in shock. The laughing face was an exact duplicate of my own! “Mmmyuo!” “Hello Harry,” he sneered at me. It was my twin brother George. I hadn't seen him in five years and I wished that it had been a whole lot longer. Every time George showed up he always brought trouble with him. “Have a seat Harry.” Not too gently he buckled my knees and pushed me down to the floor with a heavy thump that came from XXXX too many beers and eating too many pig’s feet. “You need some more rope. Remember when we were in the Scouts together?” How could I forget? My maniac twin brother almost burned down our summer camp and then arranged it so that I got blamed for it. Just thinking about it made me angry all over again and so I hardly paid any attention while he roped up my thighs and my ankles really tight. “There, that’s better. Now you won't be too quick to run to the cops.” What did he want? My brother George might be crazy, but he always had an angle. And then I saw him pawing through my wallet. “I heard that you had a good night at the tables,” he smiled at me. How did he know that? It wasn't a good night; it was my best night ever. I won more than twenty-thousand dollars. And then it dawned on me that George was dressed up in cowboy clothes just like I was, and my suitcases were all packed up and ready to go. Then I watched him smiling down at me while he tied a burXXXXdy bandanna loosely around his throat and brushed his hair back under my old Stetson. “Now, just one more piece of rope.” George dumped me onto my belly and drew my booted feet up toward my butt. “Remember the year I won the calf roping event?” Yea, I did remember. George had been almost human that year and everyone in the family had loved him. But then something happened, I don’t know what, and George had been rotten ever since. He quickly lashed my booted ankles to my tied wrists so tight that it was hard for me to breathe. “Now brother dear, all you have to do is to lie there quietly. Before you know it I'll have you all checked out of this hotel and that twenty grand will be transferred to my little island account. You can consider it a loan because who knows? I might pay you back some time.” Then George laughed and laughed while he collected up my suitcases and went out the door and there was nothing I could do to stop him. I pulled and strained against the ropes, but that didn't do me any good. George had always been good with knots and he had always been good at impersonating me. That was something we had done just for fun when we were kids, but later George had turned it into a business. Even while I sweated and strained against the ropes and sweated into the folded rag tied over my mouth I could hear George politely paying his bill and asking the nice hotel people to transfer my winnings to his account. And what could I do? Even if I could wiggle free from these ropes, what could I do? Call the police and tell them to start looking for me? No, George had beaten me again. THE END Harry Played by Lyle Photography by Caitiff
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Move faster or I'll push you down the next flight of stairs!" I'm pretty sure it's a bluff... I may not be able to see, but the house seems familiar to me... not that that's a good sign. "This is what happens when you betray us, Brian," pulling my head back sharply... probably only the beginning of the beating I'm going to get. "You shoulda known better than to call that cop down on us." "Siddown... Now, we're gonna show you some professional courtesy. Whaddaya have to say to that, huh? Oh... he's gone all quiet." Sal's idea of a joke, I guess. "Come on, speak up!" The best I can do is mumble and squirm around a bit, but eventually the joke gets old and he backs off. Sal's a fan of dirty humor, and dirtier business practices. It's made him pretty rich. I've helped. But when I got wind the company might be needing a fall guy soon, for one of it's mistakes, I made sure I wouldn't be it the only way I could. Someone in the PD must be on his payroll though, cause he found out pretty quick when I exposed him, and now I'm dead. Maybe whatever honest cops got ahold of my info will still hunt him down, but without me as a witness, the case is screwed. Sal knows it too. For a minute, he just laughs, while I try to follow his voice around the room. He comes back and I feel him move to my feet. Tying them off, he almost whispers, "You're a shiny new toy, Brian. Shiny and quiet, yes? That's a good boy. But let's not take any chances." He shuffles off behind me, and I hear the duct tape tearing in his hands. "There we go. Now what was I saying? Ah, yes. Professional courtesies. I'm not gonna beat you like some tramp. After all, what you did was just business. Quick, clean, just wanted out." "Lessee... I got a little more rope here, and we do gotta be professional now." I can almost hear him smile, but there're no patsies to laugh at his jokes, so he just keeps talking. "Well. You're out. I promise you that. Course, got nowwhere to go, but you didn't think much about that, and it's too late now. In fact, I got a little severence package here for you. Let me show you." The blindfold comes off, and I'm right about the house. It's the one I called the cop from. Sal probably knew that. "Hope you like it." He smiles, and nods in the direction of an alarm clock next to me. "Nice clock too, doesn't even tick, like a rolex, eh? Course, it makes plenty of noise when the alarm goes off..." He turns and starts up the stairs. "I set it for your appointment with the big guy upstairs. Don't be late!" Funny guy, Sal. To Be Continued Brian played by Van Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 08/15/2008
34 photos
Models: Rod & Lyle Photography by Caitiff
21 photos; 5:19 video
Model: Donovan
Photography: Nick007
Date of Production: 01/14/2016
20 photos; 5:19 video
Victim: Marshall
Bad Guy: Dante
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/17/2015
25 photos; 6:03 video
Model: Dante
Photography by Nick007
Date of Production: 11/29/2015
19 photos; 6:48 video
Rex had been out for his morning run, like he did everyday. The weather outside looked like it was going to be a glorious morning. The sun was jusst beginning to rise and there was a nice breeze in the air. Nothing was going to bring him down! However a co-worker of Rex's had other plans. Bob, was just beaten out by Rex for the promotion that he has been dreaming of since he started working there. It was bad enough that he lost the promotion, but to lose it to the man you've been crushing on for years. It was too much for him to handle and he couldnt have the promotion then he was going to have his crush. So he made a plan. One of the things that got Rex the promotion was his dedication to sticking to schedules. Reports and jobs assigned to him were always done on time, never early and never late, exactly on time. So picking the perfect time and place for Bob's plan was too easy. Bob grabbed all his tools that we would need and headed to the parking lot that Bob passed every morning on his jog. He waited for Rex to show and right on time, Rex turned the corner. The parking lot was empty and there wasnt anyone in site. He took out a rag and poured some liquid on it and hid behind his car. As soon as Rex jogged just passed the car, Bob struck. He grabbed him and stuck the rag over Rex's mouth and nose. Rex struggled againist Bob's grab but to no avail. The liquid soaked rag was taking it's affect and soon everything went dark. Bob lifted Rex's XXXX body and placed him into the trunk of his car. He placed handcuffs on Rex, put a ball gag between Rex's lips and strapped it in place behind Rex's head. Before closing the trunk he admired Rex's body. He's always wanted to “play” with Rex and now he was finally going to get the chance. An hour later, Rex awoke. He tried to put his hand to his head but realized that his hands were cuffed behind a pole. He tried to speak but the ball gag let only groans come out. He struggled against his shackles but they wouldnt give. He did have enough slack to go the beam he was attached to. As he did that's when he saw Bob sitting on a couch watching him. “Oh hey Rex. Looking good!” Bob said as he stood up and walked over to him. “You see, you beat me out for that promotion and I'm not taking that very well.” Bob began to place his hands on Rex's body and feel his prize he had won. Rex tried going around the pole to get away but Bob grabbed him and pulled him back. “I've always wanted you but you would never let me have you. So since you took my promotion, I decided it's fair trade that I get to have you.” he said as he gave Rex's nipple a little pinch. “MmmMmpph!” “Oh you want me to remove someof your clothes and have my way with you?” Bob asked. “MMMMPPHH!!!” “Well if you insist. But I think I want you in a better position.” he said and placed a rag over Rex's mouth again. This time just enough to make him drowsy and easy to handle. Within minutes, Rex's shirt was gone and he was now handcuffed with his hands above his head. His were feet tied to the bottom of a ladder. There was not going to be any moving this time to escape Bob's wondering hands. “And now, let's have some real fun.” Bob said as his wondering hands moved south to give Rex a good groping. Although pissed and scared of what might happen, Rex's member enjoyed the excitement. Rex resigned to his fate and decided to make the best of a bad situation. The End. Model: Rex Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 9-12-2013
24 photos; 5:15 video
Model:Rex Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:05/21/2014
28 photos; 3:14 video
“No, not now,” Paul muttered in his XXXX. He didn't want to wake up from his Saturday afternoon XXXX just yet. But then he began to hear strange noises, and then what sounded like strange voices, so he XXXX himself to open his XXXX eyes. There were people in his apartment! At least Paul thought that they were people, but he couldn't really tell. Both of the strange men were wearing sweat suits and their faces were completely hidden under ball caps, dark glasses and folded bandannas pulled up over their noses and mouths so Paul had no idea of what their real faces might look like. And then the bandanna-faces noticed that Paul was awake. “What're you guys doing?” Paul managed to croak with his dry mouth. “This one’s not too bright,” Blue Bandanna laughed. “Yea, what do you think we're doing?” Red Bandanna asked Paul. “You'd better not be taking any of my stuff!” Paul tried to sound brave. But then Red Bandanna pulled out a big concealed item and pointed it right at Paul’s face. “Don't even think about making some noise, XXXX Beauty because my “friend” can make a lot more noise than you can.” “No,” Paul decided, “This couldn't really be happening to him.” It had to be some crazy dream and now Paul was trying really hard to really wake up. “Where’s that rope we found?” Red Bandanna demanded. In a flash Blue Bandanna was holding an armload of the ropes Paul kept in his closet. “We going to tie him up, huh?” Blue Bandanna asked hopefully. “You can't tie me up!” Paul’s voice broke with the shock of the idea. But on second thought, Paul didn't like the idea of being tied up, but he liked it a whole lot better than the idea of maybe being hurt, so Paul didn't resist at all while Red Bandanna held him and Blue Bandanna chuckled happily while he began wrapping and tying those ropes tightly around Paul’s mostly-naked body. And then something very strange began to happen. The feeling of all of those ropes hugging themselves against his body reminded Paul of all of the times he had been tied up during Pledge Week when he was going to college, and he felt himself starting to get excited. “No, not now!” he silently cursed his horny body. He didn't dare show these strangers what a little rope could do to him. “Listen, you can take whatever you want,” Paul surrendered “But don't hurt me.” “I told you to shut up!” Red Bandanna said angrily. Then Blue Bandanna held Paul’s mouth shut while Red Bandanna used his strong fingers to smear a wide strip of sticky blue tape over Paul’s lips and cheeks. “Yea, very nice,” Red Bandanna sneered. “Blue must be your color.” But Paul didn't care what color the tape was. He only knew that it was hurting his lips where it was pinching them together and now his mouth felt like it was about to XXXX. Then Red Bandanna pushed Paul’s bound body back on the bed and then looked down at him with cold calculating eyes. “What did you do with that camera you found?” he asked Blue Bandanna. Blue Bandanna disappeared and then returned in a flash to hand Red Bandanna Paul’s nice new digital camera. “Yea, very nice gadget. Now smile for the birdie.” Paul didn't want to smile, even if the sticky tape would let him, and he didn't want to have his picture taken like this so he began to struggle away from the camera on the bed. But Red Bandanna just laughed and began popping the flash off into Paul’s eyes. “Yea! That’s it! Go on, give me some more struggle!” Paul didn't want to so soon Blue Bandanna was joining in on the fun and posing Paul’s trussed-up body in just the ways that Red Bandanna wanted it. A hot blush gave Paul’s face a fever and the tight ropes began biting into his tender skin. Then his horny body got confused and thought that Paul was playing a different kind of game so it started getting very excited again and Paul could no longer control himself. “How about a little cheesecake,” Blue Bandanna laughed. Then poor Paul fairly shrieked behind his taped over lips when he felt a strange hand on his pajamas and then he felt his pajamas being pulled down further and further until Paul’s private parts were completely bare. Then Blue Bandanna XXXX Paul to turn over on his back and both Bandannas laughed out loud when they saw the level of Paul’s excitement sticking up between his legs. Red Bandanna took a couple of good XXXX of that. Then Red Bandanna grabbed Paul’s face and held it hard in his strong hand while he breathed down on Paul. “Okay, Pajama Boy, here’s the deal. We’re taking all of your stuff and we're leaving now. You breathe one word about this to anybody and I'll have these hot XXXX we just took wallpapered all over the web. Understand?” Paul nodded his head silently and felt all of his excitement ebbing out of him. There was no way that he wanted anybody to see him in those kinds of pictures. “All right, tie him down!” Red Bandanna commanded. Paul didn't resist as at all while Blue Bandanna grabbed some more rope and then XXXX Paul into a taut hog-tie. Paul was too ashamed now to even care how much the new ropes hurt him. And then Paul was only vaguely aware of the two Bandannas while they packed up all of the stuff that they wanted and then carried it all out the door. Soon the only sound in the apartment was the sound of Paul’s own quiet breathing. A part of him realized that he should be trying to get himself untied, but another part of him was telling him “Not now, later” so then Paul drifted off to XXXX again to finish the Saturday afternoon XXXX that had been so rudely interrupted. THE END Paul played by Clark Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/21/2006
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Outside the noises of Paris filled the air. But inside John’s hotel room, all he cared about ws getting some XXXX. John had not travelled thousands of miles to see the sites. He had an important business meeting. Unfortunately John did travel well. The jet lag was killing him. As soon as he got to the hotel he stripped to his underwear and fell on to the bed. In his hurry, John had neglected to lock the door. Even though he was dead tired, John couldn't’ seem to actually fall asleep. There was too much noise. And was that someone knocking at the door? Grumbling to himself, John got up to answer the door. However there was no one there. Maybe he had imagined it. No, the robbers had simply hidden in the bathroom when they entered the room. With their concealed items drawn, John reflexively lifted his hands. John’s french was abysmal. But the robbers made their intentions plain when they took out rope and quickly bound the young executive’s hands behind his back. The ropes bit into John’s muscled arms. Then to insure that their captive wouldn’t alert anyone, they gagged him with tape over his mouth. John could only stare at the two men in fear and anger, bound and gagged as he was. While one man used more rope to bind John’s legs at the knees and ankles, his partner ransacked the room. “Mmm!”, John let out a muffled cry when they found his lap top and stuffed it into a back pack. Next was his wallet with all the euros he had just had converted from dollars. John struggled on the bed, bound gagged and half naked. Strangely while his stuff was being taken by one robber, the other watched John intently. What at first seemed to be just guard duty seemed more sinister when the man check the ropes binding his captive and have his hands linger over John’s nearly naked body. John worked out a lot in the company gym and it showed. “Mmmmffmmm?!”, John let out a protest when the robber began squeezing this ass. He did not like being fondled while in such a helpless state. He had no way to fend off the robber’s advances. These men could do whatever they wanted to John and John couldn't’ even protest because of the gag. When the men had taken everything of value they could, John could hear them talk amongst themselves. John’s French was not very good but he could still understand most words. Apparently these guys thought he wouldn’t know what they were saying. “That’s all then?” “Yes. Should we just leave him here.” The man who had been feeling up John gave his new friend a look. “This is a rich American. He probably has even more money. I say we take him with us and ransom him off.” John grunted and shook his head. IF he hadn't’ been gagged, he would have tried to talk them out of it. It was obvious that the one robber wanted more from John then mere ransom. John subconsciously tried ot cover his ass with his bound hands as far as the ropes would allow him. “Agreed. Just don’t get too attached like the last one. You and Americans.” “We’ll leave him hog tied and then smuggle him out in a clothes hamper.” And so John was hog tied, his hands and feet bound by more rope. Desperately John struggled against his bondage, moaning through his gag for help that would never arrive. John could only wait for his soon the men to come get him. The End John played by Connor Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:04/29/2010
4:18 video
The carzy Janitror was done havign fun with his victims
But before he left he gave the poor abused Intern a gift.
The Intern played by Garrett
The Boss played by Cliff
The Janitor played by Donovan
Date of Production: 11/07/2015
22 photos; 3:35 video
Model: Patrick (aka Tynan Fox)
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/19/2015
24 photos; 7:21 video
Model: Rex
Date of Production: 11/21/2015
30 photos; 4:04 video
Model: Leo Nein
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/08/2024
Tags: bad guy, plot, hog tie, socks, cleave gag, dominated
20 photos; 3:40 video
Model: Cody Jonson
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12-08-2024
Tags: underwear, twink, cleave gag, bare foot, hog tie
25 photos; 3:56 video
Model: Christopher Rotten
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/14/2024
Tags: shirtless, tattoos. underwear, hopping, cleave gag, socks, twink
25 photos; 3:30 video
Office Worker played by Adrian Fowler
Bad Guy played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/05/2024
Tags: gagging, hand gag, cleave gag, tape gag, socks, grabbed, bad guy, hog tie
24 photos; 3:16 video
Bound Guy played by Holden Cox
Bad Guy played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/04/2024
Tags: grabbed, bad guy, hopping, plot, twink, socks, cleave gag, hand gag, gagging
22 photos; 4:10 video
Model: Elio Bidoggia
Photography by MArco Grieco
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Date of Production: 08/14/2024
Tags: OTM gag, ball gag, chair tie, strip, exposed, bare foot
40 photos; 4:21 video
Bound Guy played by Connor
Bad Guy played by Brian
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10//24/2024
Tags: gagging, underwear, shirtless, hhand gag, cleave gag, tape gag, bare foot
25 photos; 6:13 video
Model: Dennis
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/04/2024
Tags::jock strap, tape gag, bare foot, grope, bad guy, tattoo