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Stephen Webster & The Spider of Fire! by Zac
45 photos; 4:54 video
It was a dark chilly Halloween night very cold and spooky... Stephen Webster was wantin' to party hard for it was also his birthday this night, the inner "scorpy" from deep within wanted something bold and intense to do. After class at the Caitiff School of Ropecraft & Mmmphery he checked out the campus Halloween party; it was pretty lame and was sad they didn't celebrate his special night with more tricks and treats but the other students were really cute, and he chased after the preppy boys hard from the House of Ticklelyn. Awww they were so cute! I just wish we had more preps in Gaggendore! We have so many (but adorable and sweet) pizzys or shaggy folk with long like hair. Stephen Webster was sorted into Gaggendore for his brave character and love for gags. Gags were just so grand and bold to him. The Gaggendores loved their gags and they had all kinds! His personal favorite was the cleave and tape gags but the best one he loved to try out someday was to take a pizzy and stuff him with a sock then tie a bandanna around so tight and tape up his lips with heavy duty gorilla tape over his talky mouth! With long pizzy hair it's hard to wrap tape around the head so it had to be extra strong, just what the Scorpio liked hehehe... Of course his little brother fit this picture perfectly and was also a Libra, meaning he wouldn't shut up when gagged lol! Professor Caitiff awarded him an A for presenting this cutting edge gagging method for his midterm exams; it was nice having his little brother to play on since they both are in the same house! Then there were the Ticklelyns with their crave for tickles, and they love to trick the school with their one of a kind pranks. They were often quite bold yet quiet but when they grasp you with their hands they are on fire all over your body, tryin' to get you to break in their intense tickle torture hahaha! Ticklelyn had a water element associated with it but the sorting isn't based on sun sign astrology as it takes your whole character into account. Stephen was inventive and had a fiery mind so he was placed in Gaggendore instead of Tickleyn. He often would handgag them in the halls around Caitiff's castle loving the spookiness Halloween brought him to give Stephen the edge in surprise and capture hehe... Then there were the Nippleclaws and their kinky scare tatics and airy ways to get people to talk when tied up! They were like kinky and horny mad scientists always thinking up new ways to tease someone. Their favorite is pinching the nipples hard and watching their guest scream out loud. The feeling really got a tied up dude squirming with all the attention. They loved attention and often try new ways to torture people to give the bondage ministry fresh new ways to enjoy the activity. Of course they would never go too far and hurt someone only spice things up a bit hehe... Stephen loved to play and talk with them they were quite flirty and did he already say cute? lol Lastly there are the Hufflemmphs! The down to earth types that invented the hogtie! They loved their sense of immobility and love the fact that all the strength in the world is useless once your tied up! They prove that with the hogtie and they keep getting tighter and better! They recently grabbed a poor Gaggendore pizzy and encircled ropes around his beefy chest and pulled his arms tightly behind his back at the elbows and wrists followed with ropes around the knees and ankles and tied him in one sweet tight little package that's ready for opening hehehe... they loved nudeness too and would often strip or cut away whatever their guests are wearing to expose the virginity of their helpless flesh as he squirmed for mercy. Hogties became famous for getting the little dudes firmly hard when guys struggle on the floor on their bellies! Oh Stephen loved to see his little brother like that now and then so he would often hit them to take him on occasion lol! After the party Stephen took a walk in the forbidden woods just off campus and took in the night. It was very pretty and the full moon was rising bringing lightness to the dark world. There were creepy noises all around him... the sXXXX of a twig the crack of an screechy owl and even the illusion that he is being watched from all angles as these woods were so alive with spooky creatures on an unimaginable scale. Stephen sat down and thought about stroking his little dude to give him a special treat! Then all of a sudden a ghosted hood came charging at him and WHAM!! All lights went out in an instant when Stephen was XXXX on the ground for the little creatures to play on him hehe... Stephen awoke in a dark creepy and cold place and when he tried to wipe his head he couldn't! His hands were stuck to a rickety chair that squeeked. He was bound hands to the sides and his chest was also firmly held in place to the back of the chair along with his feet. There was nothing the man could do but squirm. However he wasn't gagged so he screamed for help! "HEELP! HEEEEELLLPP!! ANYONE PLEASE HELLP!" No one came but something else did! Something he would never expect... Above his head he heard crawling creatures inside a crack in the wall and one poked out; it was a bright orange spider about 2 inches wide! Then another one came out it was green! And another purple one oh my! This was getting creepy! Then a big juicy black spider came out last and starred at Stephen while he struggled. It seemed to like what he was doing and decided to string his web closer to him, Stephen's eyes open so wide as the group strung up by him, now sitting on his shoulders... "HEEEELLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPP!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKEKKKKKKK!!" Stephen screamed to the top of his lungs the creepy crawlies were so quiet and creepy! They began crawling on his bound body spitting out web all over him front and back, then more friends came and tortured Stephen with their webs. By an hour later Stephen was XXXX in fright as it must have been 100 tingly creepy spiders crawling on him from deep inside the walls, and there were nothing he could do but watch (and let) them prey on him with their webby bondage schemes... "Somebody please, Helllppmmmmmph! Yuuckk!!" A spider crept into him mouth and gagged him with eewwies eeeeeekkKK! Another one began tickling at his ear and tormented his eye lashes; he couldn't take this anymore! Then the dark masked hooded man came out of the darkness... "At least I'm saved! Please help me get me outta here!" But the man just stood there and watched him squirm and tried not to laugh too, it was totally unexpected to find your prisoner infested by bondage spideys! "Awww that is soo cool yet cute!" the voice said. He recognized his brother it was Zac pizzy! "bro get me outta here please you gotta get these creepy things off me!!" Zac laughed and starred right back... "Ah you haven't seen nothing yet! Now time to properly shut you up!" Stephen's eyes watched in XXXX when Zac ripped a thick strip of black duct tape and encircled his preppy older brother around his head effectively mmphing him up! The spiders liked the little mmphing sounds and became more attracted to him as they continued webbing him up to prepare him for their queen! "Have fun bro let me be the first to wish you Happy Birthday! Later!! Enjoy your special tricks... and treats!" "MMMPPPPPPHHHHHH!! MPPmmmpppphhhmmmmmm!" Stephen couldn't bear watching his loving little brother leave him alone with the creepy crawlies. If I only get out of this alive he sure is going to get it! Then he heard something dark and spooky above him; he was afraid to look up... It sounded big and really creepy as it crept down towards him; what was it? Oh no he didn't say? Did he say queen? OH MY GOD!! "MMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMPHPHHHHHH!!!!" Stephen Webster watched in XXXX as this big fat juicy black widow came down towards him it must have been 2 feet wide YIKES!! It had big firm dark tingly legs that itched towards him and Stephen trashed around all he could to get it away from her but those spideys have him firmly in their grip now as the queen lowered herself into her new captive ready to do her worst! Stephen feared the worst as the spider began GROWLING!! It growled in a dark sinister way and tormented his will with every step she took on his shoulder and chest, and LOOK HOW BIG THOSE EYES ARE!!! AND SO MANY!!! The spider was heavy and strong and pressed firmly into his flesh with every step to give her presence. The queen was one big mother fucking spider! EEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeekkk!! "MAHAHAHAHAHRRRRRRRRRHEHMAHAHAHMAAMAMAMHAHAAHARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" The queen sounded like the devil himself and firmly grasped a hold of him around his head hugging his gag and cheek bones tightly then teased at his neck with her big sharp fangs that breathed fire like a dragon! Oh no this is the end I'm at the mercy of a mutant giant vampress BLACK WIDOW!! Just when she was about to take the kill she then moved on his chest and jumped up above him to the pipes over his head and hung there above him tormenting Stephen Webster as he starred up and watched for when the spider will come back for the kill? It pounced on him and growled and Stephen closed his eyes and couldn't even watch. He took a big blow to the head again and XXXX in total fright! He later awoke a few hours later on his bed still XXXX of the nightmare in the basement with all the creepy crawlies and their menacing queen mother that growled! He jumped up and shaked his body hoping no spideys would be there thank goodness they were all gone! But there was a note with his name printed on his dresser... Stephen, I hope the spiders didn't cause you too much trouble they only wanted to play with you and wish you a Happy Birthday! I thought that's what you wanted, the spookiest party ever! I know what you said last night! -Love Zac" "That's IT! The pizzy is sure gonna get it now! How dare he let me fall prey to tormenting menacing spiders, I will never forget THIS!!" Stephen Webster played by Stefano Photography by Zac Date of Production:10/21/2011
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One Bad Mistake by Kirk
28 photos; 3:16 video
Roger stopped his struggle for a minute catch his breath. “How could I be so fuckin stupid,” the twenty- six year old asked himself. “I’ll break if they ‘skin me alive!’” Roger kept talking to himself in his head as his wrists burned in the tight ropes. “I can take torture, but if I break, then I will not stand a chance!” Roger got back to work on the ropes. There was not much time. He had worked for the XXXX Enforcement Agency for several years now. He loved his undercover assignment: living on the edge. The pure rush – higher than a XXXX high. He loved pushing himself to the limits. He worked out and kept his body perfectly toned. He would push to the limit in everything he did --- pushup, squats, weights, ropes. Yes ropes. He was into tie up – not sex stuff nor bdsm, tie up. Like being roped up like some animal in a tight hogtie, arms pulled to their breaking point, rope biting into his muscular mass, hamstrings cramped from their XXXX position… he would work the ropes for a day if he had to. He always got free. Since he was a kid. He loved living on the edge. A street wise Harlem kid, Roger had come through the ranks. At 16 he had joined a gang of Latinos….. Very tough kids. His initiation: he was strung up, striped to the waist, in the apartment of an abandoned building. They had crossed his wrists and hung him to the ceiling. His elbows were pulled together behind his head and tied. His legs were bent at the knees, and his ankles tied to his thighs. The gang members tormented him all afternoon. He was gut punched, blindfolded, and slapped as he hung off the ground in misery.. He always remembered how his shoulder blades and pits burned from his weight as he hung --- swinging. Finally they left him. He hung there, blindfolded, gagged, and sweating with fear as he heard the rats scurry under him. They next day he was cut down and became a gang member. It took him several days to walk without massive pain in his legs. He came back to the present. How did they find out he was DEA undercover? He had worked for months to infiltrate the Jamaican XXXX traffic into Manhattan. He got in deep, and was at the distribution point: on old warehouse on the river in Scranton, Pennsylvania. He was going to take a shipment to NYC. He did not like the idea of a “wire,” recording conversations. It did not communicate to the outside, just record. To dangerous with all the high tech stuff the XXXXgies used – they could pic up the transmission. They must have caught his partner that night and tortured him for information. Roger’s partner was more than just an assignment partner. He was his work out buddy and tie up buddy. Built like a rock, the dude like to play “prisoner of war.” You know, take him, and rope him into a ball, his ankles behind his neck, his arms pinned together behind his back. Roger would break into a sweat making the ropes tight on him. There was no way out. He would stay like that for hours until Roger decided it was time to let him go. His endurance was infinite. “What could they have done to him,” Roger wondered as he felt the tightness of the ropes around his own biceps. Roger had been accosted as soon as he entered the warehouse. He had been tied up, wrists and arms, and mouth taped. They kicked him a bit. But when one punched him in his balls, they felt something. The found the wire… pulled up his shirt and saw it taped to his chest. Discovering it only to be a recording device, they left it there. They check his ropes and left to get their leader. Roger worked on the ropes. He knew what it was like to be tied up and he knew how to work with it. He liked the feel--- the rope biting into his biceps as he struggled. He was used to tough spots. He had joined the army at 19, a tough muscular dude. After basic training, he went for ‘special ops.” He began to remember his SERT training: he was captured as a POW. He could have stopped the training, but he had told them, “…make it real…. Give me the full treatment!” They had roped his arms behind his back, elbows toughing, with a tight hemp rope. The sleeves on his camo shirt were rolled up to his shoulders, so the rope cut into his flesh. His arms were then lashed at his elbows and wrists to his back. Ropes were passed around each of his biceps and he was hoisted up until he was standing on his tip toes. If he lowered his feet, his arms would burn. He could stop it at any time. His captors played cards for hours as they watched Roger sweat in his bounds- resting his feet, and then raising them to his toes. He gave up in 5 hours, almost a record. They were amazed at the rope burn on his arms. Roger took it as the Medal of Honor. He came back to the present--- it had happened so fast. He had no choice but to let these Jamaicans bind and gag him. They would hurt him in an instant. When his was roped, they beat him and threatened him. “Who else…” He would not talk. They had left him for a while and he struggled, but could not break free. Finally, when they hit the recorder near his balls, they pulled up his shirt, and found the wire. Ripping it from his skin, and crushing it, they manhandled Roger and roped him securely to a metal pole. He was tortured yet his was able to take their abuse. Finally, the boss spoke: “Skin him alive! That will make him talk!” They left him to get their edges. Roger felt terror in the pit of his belly. Strung up and skinned like some fuckin deer. It was then that Roger knew this was it. He would break if they skinned him and tell them the names and descriptions of all other agents. He knew he did not have much time. Flexing his muscles he got the ropes off his chest. He took the pain as the ropes sawed into his wrists, but he finally got them free. He began to escape from the basement. After a few hours he was back at the federal building in Scranton. He explained to his superiors what happened. They were relieved that Roger was ok. His partner too had survived the torture. When they went to the warehouse all were gone. Roger knew there would be another day. He decided he needed so more training. He called his partner who came by with a coil of quarter inch hemp rope. Soon the ropes were biting once again into Roger’s skin as he hung from the ceiling, his partner holding a edge to his chest, and then…….. The End Roger played by Clark Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:05/21/2006
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Between Friends by Zac
28 photos; 2:42 video
Zac XXXX on the door fiercely. He was eager to see his crazy friend Rawy after leaving him tied up all night at the hotel with a dirty sock stuffed in his mouth eewww!!! The boy almost gagged just thinking of it. And they left him mmphed up until the room service found Zac tightly spread eagled on the bed bare and hadda cut him out; it was soo embarrassing! Rawy is Zac's roommate and friend from school. The two often tie each other up for fun and terrorize one another silly. Usually Rawy gets tied up with Zac being slightly muscular and stronger, but Rawy has interesting moves that catch Zac by surprise and takes him off guard, and before you know it, the boy is on the floor tightly hogtied and squirming mad before he knows it! Rawy always thought Zac was pretty and the perfect man to hemp up now and then when he least expects an attack hehe!! Rawy opens up and isn't surprised who it was. "Hey bro, have a nice night dreaming of me all over you haha? I was quick and firm!" Rawy said all pride headed. "Why you leave me? That wasn't right! Some crazy person might find me vulnerable, or worse, what if no one showed? Zac was frantic. "Chill bro, you're too hyper again! I wouldn't have forgotten you, just teach you a lesson." "What lesson?" Zac blunted out, "Mmmphh!?!" Rawy grasped Zac's soft baby face tight... "This lesson! Sweet boy, you have much to learn. First not to interrupt me when I'm talking. We'll fix that quickly hehe..." Zac yelped "UMPHHG!!" He didn't get much out before Rawy silenced him yet again with his ninja hands and threw Zac against the wall. Before Zac could resist, his wrists were all ready lashied up in a big tight knot behind his back. "Hey, Rawy, let me go! Stop!! What the hell? mmmMMPPHHHhhh!!!" Zac was helpless before he could even mumble an objection. Great, I'm being XXXX by Rawys! They're everywhere it seems, and Rawy had him tightly in his grip and began hogtying the boy around his wrists & ankles until Zac was twisted into a live Capital L! He couldn't bend his back tied up so hard; his firm chest stuck out trying to pull the arms back but he wasn't moving anywhere fast. Rawy finished him off with three sticky pieces of silver tape! Zac didn't wanna believe it but he was at the mercy of Kung Fu Rawy yet again!! Rawy XXXX Zac on his knees and threw him off balance on the floor. "Mmmpphhhh! Mmmpphh!! mmmmmmmmmmmpppppphhh!!!" Zac wasn't happy and wrestled his bound torso around like a snake after his ankles got the special rope treatment and were tightly lashed and secured to Zac's butt, which was spanked! "MMMMPPPHH!! MMMPPPHH!!!" Zac was one HOT sweaty boy tightly wound up into a ball ready for tickles & pinchies! He was the perfect man happily accepting whatever affection and tough love that came his way. For a sweet awnry boy he sure was enjoying this? Zac's clothes were full of sweat while his muscled body suffered many rope burns. His face turned bright blussy red! Rawy brushed the boy's wet curly hair to the side and kept him quiet with yet another random dirty sock, uugghh!! Then he got a smelly bare foot in his face on top of that! Eeewww!!! Rawy gagged him with it for a long ass time! "Mmmmpphhmmmppphh!!!!" Rawy whispered in Zac's ear, "shut up you know you like this, and don't gripe you deserve this cuz hot jocks like you were made to be tied up. I think I'll keep you like this a very long time hehehe!" "uuuppphhmmmm!" Zac cried a little but knew it was true. "Maybe if you're good, I'll ship you off to you're brother Stephen tied up like this and keep you a while hehehe!!! I know you can be a little indecisive; this way all tied up, you don't have a worry in the world. We'll take good care of you." Zac's eyes bulged open and fought the tight bonds around his limbs which were digging deeper into him by the second. "mmmpphhhhmmmm" It was no use. He might as well get used to this; it looks like he'll be tied up a very long time?? All of a sudden psycho kitty came out to play with him! REEOOWW!! The thing pounced on him and scratchied his head! Rawy couldn't stop laughing... "awww cute, the kitty wants to play with you too!" "MMMPPPHHHHMmmmm!! Mmmpphhmmm!!" Zac couldn't stand the cat scratching him but the kitty dug into him a couple more times on his face and chest. "MMMMMPPPPHHMMMmmmmmm!!!!" The torture was intense and his worst fear came true but at the paws of a cat! hahaha but he lay there mmphing quietly while the kitty purred against his arm and swat his face with his tail. Zac looked away in disgust. Rawy loved every moment of it and the cat didn't mind. He was used to seeing hot pretty boys tied up on the floor and thinks they're his new toys to play with - ones that come alive and make mmphy sounds when touching them hehehe! A hogtied boy was much more interesting than a stuffed mouse. Greaat, now I'm dealing with Kung Fu Kitty! Zac couldn't believe his mind and tried not to laugh. It's just way too silly! Model: Zac The Abuser: Rawy Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:11/10/2012
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Bare All
29 photos; 4:27 video
Model: Ryan Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 06/22/2008
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Underoos
29 photos; 6:46 video
Model Taylor Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:11/26/2009
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Servitude by Caitiff
32 photos; 4:17 video
It was getting late and James could barely keep his eyes open as he stared at the numbers on his screen. Mr. Oxford, his boss, had said he needed the new finance reports by Monday morning. James had no intention of working over the week end if he could help it. “Ahh James. Good, you are still here.”, Mr. Oxford surprised James, breaking his concentration. “Uhh yes Mr. Oxford. I should have those reports ready soon.” “Excellent. But there is another matter that has come up. New product line we need to work on. “ Mr. Oxford pulled out a roll of what looked like tape. “I want you to try this product out and give feed back immediately.” “Ok I can use it over the week end...” “Actually I was thinking we could start right now. First we will try it on your mouth.” ......... “So how does it feel?” Oxford asked James who now had tape wrapped tightly around his head. “Mmmpphh!” Was all James could say through the tape gag. Did his boss really expect James to talk while he was gagged? In any event, James had tried the tape over his mouth and so now just wanted to end this silly game and finish his real work. Unfortunately Mr. Oxford had more product to test. Unable to really protest with the gag tightly wrapped over his mouth, James soon found his self taped to his office chair. Silver duct tape was stretched over his arms and chest, his legs and lap. “Yes that seems right on the money. Now James, please tell me in detail how that feels. Please include as many details as possible.” What?! It felt like being gagged and tied up to a chair! “Mmmpppphh! Mmmmppphhtttmmmm! Mmmmrrrmmmrrr?” James tried to explain, beg to be let go. But the tape was really strong. He could neither move nor talk. “Uh huh. Yes..yes. Fascinating. As I thought.” Mr. Oxford commented, as if he could understand his employee’s unintelligible moaning. “Tell me more. Oh and struggle a bit more too. We must make sure the product is ready for market.” “MMMMMM!? Mmmmrrrpphhtttmmmmm! “ What kind of market had involved guys bound and gagged with tape? However James did comply with the struggling. Maybe if he could get free Mr. Oxford would stop with this crazy test. James twisted and turned his body but the tape held him captive. “ I think this would better if I removed your shoes.” How would that help?, James wondered as his boss slipped the penny loafers off of his feet. Mr. Oxford seemed to take an inordinately long time stroking his employee’s socked feet. “Yes much better. Oh I didn’t say to stop struggling James!” James renewed his efforts at getting loose even though he knew it was in vain. “Mmmppphhh!!!!”, James moaned loudly in frustration. Mr. Oxford however, seemed very happy by the fact that James remained bound and gagged. Taking even more tape, he bound the feet of his captive worker. “Yes this is going nicely. You have done a great job here, James. A very good job indeed!” James felt a surge of relief. Finally he would be out of this crazy bondage game. But it was not to be. “I want you to continue to work on this over the week end. You will of course get over time.” “MMmpphh!?”. Was he serious? He was. Mr. Oxford finished off the tape, using it to blind fold James. “ I will se you Monday morning. You can continue your assessment of the product. Oh don't forget those finance reports as well.” Have a good week end James.” “Mmmnnoooo!” James moaned but he could tell he was already alone. However he was not alone for long. “Kewl!” James sheard Marly the Janitor exclaim, “Oxford’s left me another one for me!” James did not like the way Marly said that one bit. The End James played by JMZ Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:07/11/2009
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Not Far Enough Caitiff
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It had been a productive day for John. He and his partner had held up that casino and sped off scott free. Well, John had sped off scot free. John had left his partner Dan in the ditch when he had gotten out ot piss. John laughed to himself overtime he remembered the look on Dan’s face. A few hours later and John was in a cheap hotel showering the grime of the road off. He now had a lot of money and no one ot share it with. He would get cleaned up and go out to pick up some chick. Feeling presentable, John got out of the shower. He had his good clothes, the red silk shirt and leather pants, packed away. That would impress the ladies. Unfortunately for John, he would never get a chance ot impress anyone. Dan had not been left as far behind as John had thought. In fact, he was right behind John as he stepped out clad only in a towel. Dan didn't’ say anything. He didn't’ have too. The concealed item to John’s head said plenty. But Dan wasn’t here ot hurt John. Instead John found himself being tied up. His hands were bound behind his back with clothesline. His feet were also tied up nice and tight. Then to make sure that he didn't’ go anywhere, John was hog tied while he lay on the floor. John was thinking of anything he could say to get himself out of this mess when that option was taken away. Tape was was wrapped around his head over and over. “Mmmpphh!” “All comfy now, asshole?”, Dan said when he had finished making his ex partner as helpless as he could. “You thought you had left me behind, didn't’ you? Too bad I got a ride from a trucker. You are so fucking predictable. I knew you would head this way and this was the only hotel in town. “ “Mmmpphhmmaaaa!”, John grumbled in protest as Dan gathered up the money and John’s clothes into a bag. “I’ll be taking this. I earned the money plus your share. Asshole tax. And your clothes. Good luck chasing after me naked. “ “Mmmmmm!”, John fought the ropes for all the good it did. The ropes didn't’ budge. “Oh and Good luck explaining how you got tied up and gagged naked on the floor since you can’t tell the cops what really happened. Hahahahaha!” “Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmppphh!”, John mumbled and struggled in his bondage as Dan left with everything John had. The End John played by Uriah Dan played by Rawy Photography by Sammy Date of Production:11/14/2010
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Take A Break
22 photos
Marcus saw somethign at his job he wasnt' supposed to
So he had to be takenb out for a while.
Marcus played by Himself
Bad Guy played by Donovan
Due to Technical difficulties there will be no video with this set. Sorry.
Date of Production: 07/14/2016 -
Spanking It Part 2
24 photos; 6:03 video
victim played by Braxton
Bad Guy played by Donovan
DATE OF production: 06/10/2016
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Tying a Twin by JMZ
30 photos; 4:10 video
He was always better at everything than me grades, sports, even dating. I was just so tired of it. Our parents compared us in every aspect of our being. We are twins after all and comparison was inevitable. I just could not stand it anymore. I had my good points too, but compared to Robert I fell way below the bar. I love my brother but I just can’t stand his complete arrogance. He is better than me at everything, which is why I saw red when I found out he had betrayed me beyond forgiveness. I had been in love with Melinda from my Literature class since the first day I saw her. I pined after her all semester but was way too shy to approach her. We had brief conversations regarding books and weekend plans, but I could never build up the courage to ask her out. Then I decided it was time to throw caution to the wind and ask her to the spring dance. I nervously approached her and stuttered out the question I had been waiting to ask her. I felt sweat trickle down my face when she said she had already accepted a date with my brother. I walked home stunned and hurt. He knew how I felt about her. When I got home he was waiting with an apology and an explanation. I begrudgingly accepted his excuse about always liking her too, and how the question just came out. I once again fell below the bar. The night of the dance I watched as he dressed in his suit and combed his hair. I sat watching with my heart in my throat, and then something snapped. I didn’t mean to do it but I had had enough. I tackled him the floor and we wrestled for a while as he screamed at me to stop. I dragged him into the family room by his legs and we continued our fight. As we huffed and panted rolling around the floor my hand reached back and found a length of rope from our Dads tool kit. I managed to wrap the rope around his wrists and tied them tightly. He struggled against me but I was fueled by adrenaline. I cinched the rope into tight knots, and then dragged him onto his feet. I pulled a roll of duct tape out and taped his big mouth shut. He screamed through the tape, and it was the first time in along time he had nothing to say. I taped his eyes shut to keep the glares he shot at me from getting to me. He tried to get to his feet and tackle me but I quickly took control and tied his ankles tight with rope. He struggled and screamed through his gag. Then I panicked, what the hell was I doing? I lost my cool, and now I was going to have to let him go and explain and apologize. I took the tape off his eyes and listened as he screamed at me through the tape on his mouth. I knew this was going to be ugly. All of a sudden it became clear what I had to do. I watched with a cautious eye as he struggled and moaned in the family room. I put on my best suit and combed my hair four times before I decided it was right. I grabbed the corsage from the fridge and went into the family room. He wiggled and jolted screaming through his gag when he saw what I was doing. I flipped him the bird and walked out to pick up Melinda. A few hours into the dance my cell phone rang. All I heard was a muffled scream at the other end. It was the best night of my life. The End Model: Marco Photography by: Caitiff Date of Production 02/13/2009
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Stefano in Distress
35 photos; 5:49 video
Model: Stefano Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:11/30/2012
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BALL PRACTICE by SoftTouch
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Jerry Quick-Step, all star shortstop for Rosie’s Coyotes was scared, very scared. One second he was loading his baseball stuff into his car, the next second something hard had exploded against Jerry’s head. Then he saw stars, and then blackness, and then— Then he was here, but he didn't know where here was. There was some kind of cloth tied over his eyes and some kind of ball had been stuffed into his mouth. Jerry’s tongue didn't like this strange ball. It took up too much room inside Jerry’s mouth so his tongue kept pushing against it, but the ball was so tightly lodged between Jerry’s teeth that his tongue couldn't move it. It could only slip off the hard intruder again and again until the ball was all wet with Jerry’s spit. And then there were the ropes, tight ropes wound all around Jerry’s arms and his hands and his body that were hugging him in a way he didn't want to be hugged. And then there were the rough hands and cruel voices. The rough hands moved him around and turned him this way and that and the cruel voices were laughing at him and that hurt almost as much as the ropes. “So this is the great Jerry Quick-Step,” one of the cruel voices said. “Have a seat, Jerry.” The cruel hands pushed him down onto the hard floor. Then Jerry could feel their hands all over him again as they pushed and pulled his body whatever way they wanted it. And then Jerry could feel more of the biting ropes being wrapped tightly around his ankles and his wrists until he was sitting like an Indian and hardly able to move his hands or feet at all. Then those hands suddenly tore the cloth off of Jerry’s head and the bright lights of the room stabbed into Jerry’s eyes. He had to blink several times before he could see anything at all, and then he saw the two men standing over him. Both of them were big beefy characters that looked about seven feet tall from where Jerry was sitting. And they both looked like the kind of men who enjoyed hurting people. “Hello Jerry, my name is Spatz and this is Felix,” one of them said. “We don't mind if you know our names because you're going to get to know both of us real well.” “We want to talk to you about your game Jerry,” the other one said. “You've been playing real well lately; batting average .302, fielding percentage better than 97 percent. We think it’s time you went into a slump.” “Slump…?” Jerry slurped behind the slippery ball in his mouth. “That’s right,” the one called Spatz grinned down at Jerry. “We'd like for you to strike out more.” “Or you could hit a lot of grounders to second or short,” Felix put in. “Yea and you need to get a real case of butter-fingers for awhile, drop the ball a lot, and that kind of thing.” “Or you could throw it away sometimes. That’s always good for an extra base or two,” Felix laughed. “I can't do that!” Jerry tried to squawk past the slippery ball-stopper in his mouth. “Told you he wouldn't cooperate,” Felix sounded disappointed. “That’s too bad,” Spatz sympathized. “I thought you were smarter than that.” Jerry Quick-Step couldn't believe it! Did these guys think he was going to start throwing ball games just because they asked him to? Maybe Jerry was only good enough for semi-pro ball now, but he still had dreams of maybe getting a minor-league contract. And even if he didn't, Jerry had never cheated in his whole life. “Okay Jerry, you're going have to wait here while we get something out of the truck. One piece of advice; the quieter you are while we're gone, the less lumps you'll get when we get back.” “Yea and we really like giving out lumps!” Felix laughed. Jerry watched the two bruisers go out of the room in a complete state of shock. Who were these guys? What did they want to hurt him so much? Then Jerry realized that he had better not be here to find out the answers. Somehow he had to get loose and get running before they came back. But Jerry soon discovered that wanting to get loose and actually being able to get loose were two different things. Whatever else those two guys might be, they were both really good at tying knots. Still there had to be a way! So Jerry twisted and squirmed and fell all over the floor, but no matter what he tried, he couldn't get his hands or feet free. He only made the tight ropes tighter. And then more trouble came Jerry’s way. Somehow in all of that rolling around on the floor, his pants had come loose, and now Jerry was feeling a definite draft as his pants slipped down lower and lower on his thighs. Then Jerry heard a queer rumbling sound accompanied by the two bullies grunting, groaning and laughing. And then Jerry squirmed around on the floor until he could see something that he didn't believe. The two goons were rolling a pitching machine into the room! What were they going to do with that? And then Felix noticed Jerry’s bare moons and his lucky pink jockstrap and burst out laughing. “Hey Spatz! Look at that!” Then Spatz saw the sexy jockstrap and started laughing, too. “Hey Quick-Step, is that jock what they call regulation?” Jerry started to blush. It wasn't bad enough that he almost naked. Now these two bozos had seen one of his most closely guarded secrets. The guys on the team didn't laugh at him. They all had their own lucky charms that they didn't want people laughing at. But these two guys— The one called Spatz plugged the pitching machine into an outlet and then loaded a big bucket of balls into the hopper. “Okay Jerry, here’s the pitch—“ Felix broke up. “Quiet Felix! This ain't supposed to be funny. I'm trying to be serious here.” Jerry’s eyes became very big and his heart almost stopped when he saw Spatz turning the pitching machine until its maw was pointed right at Jerry’s defenseless body. “I know you want to be stubborn about this so we're going to give you some time to make up your mind.” “Yea, three strikes and you're out!” Felix started laughing again. “I'm going to start you off with some change-ups, but if you don't come around pretty quick, I'm going right to the fast balls. Batter up!” Jerry watched the machine come to life, saw the pitching arm pick a ball out of the hopper, and then the arm whirred forward and the ball shot out of the maw and headed right for Jerry’s— THE END Jerry Quick Step played by Mike Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/15/2009
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Stuck by Caitiff
32 photos
It was the middle of the day in the middle of nowhere and Harvey's truck had died. HE wasn't sure if it was the fuel injector again or something new but he did know there was no way he was going to get it fixed himself. Harvey saw a house that looked like some one was home and went toward it. Hopefully he could use their phone and get a tow truck. A handsome man in his forties answered. "Yes?" "Sorry to bother you so late but my truck broke down the road. Could I use your phone?" "Sure you can. Just give me a sec to get off the internet. I was right in the middle of downloading something" "Thanks! No problem. Whew, what a day. I was supposed to be home right now." "So no one knows you're even out here? Wouldn't they wonder where you were after a while?" "Not really. I work late hours so much my neighbors rarely see me. " "No family?" "Divorced. Kids moved away." "Ahh. Can I get you a drink or something? My computer should be done in just another few minutes." "That would be great. Thanks. My name is Harvey, by the way." "Gene.", said the man as he offered Harvey a cup of juice. Harvey took a big gulp. The walk up here had winded him a bit. "I guess I was lucky I saw this place. Your's was the only house I saw that had a car in the driveway.." "I like my privacy. When I need company, I figure I can always count of someone showing up. Like you." "Harvey's head began to cloud. It was getting hard to focus. "What's that?" He asked. " I like making new friends. When I meet someone I like, I let them stay with me. I even set up my basement to keep them in, so they stay still and quiet. I've had a number of 'friends' down there though I often loan them out to guys with similar interests once they are trained right. All my friends are with other people right now. So you'll be by yourself for a while. But that's good because I can concentrate on your training." Gene said all this in a perfectly normal tone that belied his words. Unfortunately, Harvey couldn't quite catch the gist of what he was saying. His brain just couldn't connect the words he was hearing. Everything was getting blurry. Then it went black... Harvey had a dream. He was in a jungle. He was covered by snakes and vines that wrapped themselves around his body, his hands and chest and legs. But Harvey wasn't scared. The snakes rubbed against his ass and crotch and Harvey felt himself getting a definite hard-on. A soft furry snake slithered between his teeth and squeezed his head. He felt warm and secure as the snakes and vines hugged his body tightly. Suddenly Harvey woke up. His head was still a little foggy but it was finally beginning to clear. Still, it took him a while to notice Gene sitting beside him, staring. "You finally woke up. Good." Gene said conversationally/ "Mmmaaff mmm mmpphht?" Gene replied groggily and suddenly noticed his words were coming out only as unintelligible grunts. There was tape over his mouth. Gene tried to take the gag off of his mouth but his hands were securely tied behind his back. In fact, rope was tied tightly around his chest and legs too. Harvey had woke up bound and gagged! What was going on?! "Mmmm! Mmmmmm!" Harvey grunted as he strained against the ropes that bound him. " I wouldn't bother if I were you. I've gotten pretty good at knots in the years I've been in this business." Gene explained. Business? What the hell was he talking about? Harvey wondered. What the hell was going on here? Why would this guy take him for? He had no money for any ransom. As if reading his mind, Gene said," I don't normally pick up merchandise your age but I had a request for someone like you. And I think I can make a fair profit off of you. You just need a little training is all. A little shaping up." Harvey still didn't understand what Gene was talking about but he was sure he wouldn't like it. Desperately Harvey struggled against his bonds. But Gene was right. The knots held fast and no matter how hard Harvey bucked and rolled and stained and struggled, he remained tied up. All he could really do was roll around on the floor, grunting and cursing into his gag. As Gene, meanwhile, sat back and watched as Harvey struggled in vain to get free. Gene's hand went to the bulge of his crotch and slowly and methodically he began to rub it as he watched Harvey intensely. This continued for a few minutes until Harvey's energy winded down. Harvey finally admitted to himself that he wasn't going to get free until this lunatic let him go. The thought sent shivers down Harvey's spine. Then it got worse. Gene stopped rubbing himself and went over to Harvey. Gene then began to rub himself against Harvey's bound body. Harvey could feel Gene's massive boner through the fabric of his jeans. Gene's hands explored Harvey's body. Being bound and gagged, a helpless prisoner, Harvey could do nothing but lay there and let Gene do whatever he wanted. Worse, Harvey began to shift uncomfortably as his body responded to the molestation with his own raging hard on that strained against the fabric of his jeans. Harvey had never let a another man feel him up this way before but suddenly Harvey needed to get off very badly. Harvey didn't want to be taken but at the same time, he desperately hoped that Gene would keep rubbing him just a little bit longer. Unfortunately, just as Harvey was certain he was on the edge of coming, Gene got up. Harvey could only lay there, totally frustrated. "Yep, " Gene said to his captive, " Like I thought. I can definitely spot potential." Gene took out a short length of rope and soon Harvey was hog tied. " Well, I'd better get rid of your truck just in case somebody does come looking for you eventually. This will make sure you stay put until I come back. Then we can begin your training in your new life". Gene then left. Hog tied, gagged and lying on top of a raging hard on that wouldn't go down, Harvey could hardly contradict his new master The End? Harvey played by Gene Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 12/07/2007
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Woody
25 photos; 4:05 video
Model: Patrick Photography: Caitiff Date of Production: 11/25/2008
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Lay About
15 photos
Model: Tony Photography by Caitiff DATE OF PRODUCTION: 04/05/2002
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Strung Up
20 photos; 5:21 video
Model: Carl Photography by Nick007 Date of Production 6-11-2016
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Silenced
23 photos; 5:10 video
Victim played by Mac
Bad Guy played by Rex
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/22/2016 -
The NEW Jimmy Olsen By:Gagged Up
21 photos; 4:10 video
Jimmy Ritter – there he sat, the intrepid young star of the St. Louis Dispatch, caught halfway between his worst nightmare and biggest fantasy. Everything happened in a blur, too… It was ten past eleven, and he was on his fourth and – hopefully – final draft of the latest article in the Rottenberg case he’d been following for months now. Some big shot St. Louis attorney involved in a massive sexual harassment scandal – gaining more and more popularity by the minute as the public gobbled up the tragic downfall of a local hero. Jimmy glanced at the time again. Way too late for a young stud like himself to be trapped in the office, but this Rottenberg article was set for the front page, and he had more than decided to make some social sacrifices in the face of his skyrocketing career. Hunched over the computer with his Pandora channel blasting Foster The People, Jimmy barely had time to react as an enormous leather-clad hand clamped over his mouth and a beefy forearm pinned across his chest. A voice, husky, whispered in his ear. Warm, fetid breath. “Listen, kid. I know this sounds cliché, but stay quiet and nobody’s gonna get hurt.” The man clamped his hand down even harder on Jimmy’s mouth, snickering in the reporter’s ear. “Perfect, a witty maske man,” thought Jimmy, using sarcasm to block out the fact that his manhood was rapidly stirring down below. He thought about breaking the requested silence – perhaps by pitifully declaring, “If you want me silent, how about a gag!” – but reconsidered. Talk about cliché. Plus, he had a feeling that highly anticipated act-of-muffling would soon arrive, especially as he watched out of the corner of his eye as the intruder – tall, beefy, black ski mask – hoisted coils and coils of rope out of his sack. Before Jimmy knew it, rope around his wrists. Biceps, then torso. Knees. Loops and loops around his ankles. Helpless. Captive. And shamelessly hard. He could see the headline now: “Taken Reporter’s Spirits Low, Cock High.” Jimmy’s mind was ablaze, thoughts tumbling back to the early days of his adolescence, fervently watching clips on the family’s computer of another Jimmy – Superman’s pal Jimmy Olsen – struggling in bondage and grunting into a fat cloth gag. He still thought those scenes were hot. Hell, maybe that’s why he entered the newspaper business anyway. An homage to his “namesake.” Or a secret desire to find himself, like Mr. Olsen, all tied up and silenced by the baddies. But what about that token gag, the one Jimmy was craving so much? His mind raced to say the perfect prompt. “You’ll never get away with this!” Jimmy uttered, looking his captor in the eye as the man stood back to admire the handiwork. Jimmy groaned. Really? That’s the best he could come up with? I guess this whole night was cliché. “Ah, but I think I will, young Mr. Ritter.” The gravelly voice again, now coming from behind him. Before Jimmy could even muster a reply, a long strip of black duct tape was plastered against his mouth, the gloved hand pressing down hard again to make sure his captive would, as he put it, stay quiet. “Aren’t you even wondering why I’m here?” Jimmy leaned forward, his cock throbbing, a drawn-out moan escaping from his tapedup mouth. This was almost too good to be true – but the mask man had a point. What the hell was he breaking in for? As if reading Jimmy’s mind, the muscle-bound XXXX started in. “You see, James – may I call you James? Keep grunting like that, boy, it makes you seem even more helpless than you already are. Anyway, back to my story. Mr. Rottenberg, my boss, if you will, hasn’t really loved all the things you’ve been saying about him. He actually kind of hates the bad press – he never did anything to those greedy ladies, as he’ll soon testify to in court. Pretty sure he’ll take home the victory – he’s got good friends in high places,” the mask man said wistfully, patting Jimmy’s shoulder and replacing his thick gloved hand over Jimmy’s mouth. “You see, though, Mr. Rottenberg can’t take any chances. All of these reports and all of this evidence you have here at the Dispatch need to go. Fast. So that’s why I’m here.” The man finished his monologue, coming around in front of Jimmy, straddling his captive in the desk chair. Jimmy could feel the weight of the man on his thighs; saw a crescent of a smile emerge from the mouth hole on the ski mask. “What Mr. Rottenberg doesn’t know, however, is that I’m also a real fan of tying up young studs like yourself.” Jimmy’s eyes widened as the stranger leaned forward, kissing him over his gag while simultaneously massaging Jimmy’s throbbing cock through his pants. Jimmy bucked in the ropes, overcome by pleasure. Taken! Really Taken! Suddenly, the captor jumped off the chair, Jimmy’s head whipping around to see the man pull something else – a flash of white – from his sack of bondage mayhem. “And now, the best part of all.” Jimmy moaned deeply as the man tied a large, thick, white cloth – from just under the nose to the base of the chin – over Jimmy’s already gagged mouth. Perfection. “MMMGPGHGPGMGPGHHHH!!” Jimmy roared as best he could through the gag, which was more than effective in silencing him. “I’ll be right back, boy. Sit tight,” the man chuckled. Jimmy tried to crane his neck to see where he was going, but didn’t even need to witness it. He heard the familiar coded entry beep of the computer mainframe. Damn! The bastard had access to that. No doubt he’d wipe out the mainframe and head for the information archives to snag more precious data about that fiend, Rottenberg. A thought popped into Jimmy’s mind, as he wrestled with his manhood – aching with ecstasy – and the thought of his career doing down the drain. His computer! Email was up in another tab – he’d taken a break from his last draft to start an email to his editor, but hadn’t sent yet. “If only I could try…” Jimmy thought, his gagged face attempting to maneuver the mouse over to the email tab. “Almost… almost… come on…” He was interrupted by a cough. Still husky. “Just what do you think you’re doing now, Mr. Ritter? Don't tell me trying to somehow send an email while all bound and gagged up!” The man reached down, gave Jimmy’s cock another squeeze. “I like a struggle, boy. You certainly know how to do that!” Jimmy gargled and grunted through the thick cloth as the inevitable arrived. The mask man unplugged Jimmy’s computer and keyboard and threw them in the sack, filling the now-empty void with their trussed-up owner. “I hope you don’t mind, Jimmy, but before I go I just need to give you one last test of struggling strength.” The captor removed Jimmy’s glasses and placed them on a nearby shelf, before grabbing another length of rope and wrenching Jimmy into a tight, effective hogtie. “There we go,” he said, patting Jimmy’s ass and clamping down that big gloved hand – yet again – on Jimmy’s mouth. Jimmy watched as the man hoisted the sack over his shoulders. “The mainframe is ruined, and I have all the evidence and articles you’ve worked on in my trusty goodie bag. I’m sorry to have ruined your night, Jimmy, but security should be here soon. In the meantime, enjoy yourself, Jimmy Ritter.” Jimmy grunted. Rolled his eyes. The man smiled. That crescent again. “Or should I say… Jimmy Olsen.” Writer's Block: 2nd Place Braxton in Distress. By Zarbi 360. "Mmmmm" Braxton moaned into the gags around his mouth, as he thrashed around on top of his desk, trying to get free. But the ropes binding him were tied to tight, and would not give. ìShut the fuck up.î Shouted a voice from the next office. Braxton stopped thrashing about, he lifted up his head to see into the next office. But having lost his glasses, Braxton could not see a thing. Lowering his head Braxton lay on the desk and thought back to how all this had started. 9.45 P.M. Braxton closed the file he had been working on, and shut down his computer. He looked around the office, the whole place was empty. For the past 4 weeks Braxtonís boss had asked him to work overtime. The work had not been that hard, in fact a lower member of staff could have had done it and Braxton had not had to work too long after hours. But all that changed over the last week. The work had remained the same put the time after hours had got longer, and longer. Tonight was the longest it had ever been. Braxton rubbed the top of his nose and pushed his glasses back up his nose. Braxton heard a noise behind him, but before he could turn round to see who it was a strange smelling cloth was clamped over his nose and mouth. Braxton tried to struggle and scream, but he couldnít put up much of a fight. He tried to remain conscious, as he felt himself getting light-headed. Finally Braxton fell senseless back into his chair. 10.45 P.M. Braxton opened his eyes, he tried to move but found that he could not his arms and legs would not work. Standing in front of Braxton were two men, his attackers. Braxton knew both men. One of the men was his boss Joshua, who was a few years older than Braxton. The other was Thomson, the chief Security guard. Braxton tried to make sense of what was happening. Joshua seeing that Braxton was awake spoke, but not to Braxton but to Thomson. ìHeís come round. Youíll better get the ropes and bind him before the XXXX wears off completely. Thomson opened a large bag he was holding and took out some rope. While Joshua reached forewords and grabbed Braxtonís hair, and pulled him forwards. Thomson moved close to Braxton and began to tie Braxtonís arms behind his back. He wrapped the ropes around and around Braxtonís arms, from his wrists to his elbows, and back. Thomson then threaded the ends of the ropes through the layers of rope and tied them tightly together. Braxtonís body started to tremble as the XXXX wear off, and he tried to get free from the ropes binding his arms. Thomson then started on Braxtonís legs, just like before Thomson tightly wrapped the strong ropes around him, this time from his ankles up to just under Braxtonís knees and back down. Again the ends of the ropes were threaded through the wrapped ropes and tightly tied. ìThat will do nicely.î Said Joshua letting go of Braxtonís head. ìWhat the fuck is going on?î Braxton yelled, as he finally got his face back. Neither man answered, Joshua grabbed Braxtonís hair again and pulled his head up roughly. ìHay, what the fuck you doingÖmmmmm.î Braxton cried. Thomson had pulled a roll of black duck-tape out of the bag, and XXXXd tape tightly around Braxtonís mouth. Thomson then tied a bandana over the tape. Braxton still tried to shout and scream, but only muffled sound could be heard. ìYou be a good boy and stay there, nice and quiet.î Joshua told Braxton. ìWeíll be back soon.î The two men walked into Joshuaís office, but left the door open. As soon as he was alone Braxton started to struggle and moan into his gags. After what seemed like hours to Braxton, he stopped struggling. After a short rest Braxton tried something else. He rocked backwards and forwards in his chair, and finally managed to get unsteadily to his feet. Hop, hop hop went Braxton was he tried to get to the door. ìHay, none of that you little fucker.î Said a voice behind him, Braxton stopped and turned his head. Joshua and Thomson were standing in the doorway of Joshuaís office, watching him. Before Braxton could do anything both men were back in the office and had tight hold of the struggling Braxton. The two men as one picked up Braxton and throw him on top of his desk, Braxtonís computer fell to the floor. While Joshua kept tight hold of Braxton, Thomson hog-tied Braxton. Both men stepped back from Braxton, who started struggling and moaning into his gags again. Both men went back into Joshuaís office For over half an hour Braxton struggled, moaned into his gags and shook head, on top of his desk. Once he shook his head too hard and his glasses fell off. "Mmmmm" Braxton moaned into the gags around his mouth, as he thrashed around on top of his desk, trying to get free. But the ropes binding him were tied to tight, and would not give. ìShut the fuck up.î Shouted Joshuaís voice from his office. Braxton stopped thrashing about, he lifted up his head to see into Joshuaís office. But Braxton could not see a thing without his glasses. Joshua and Thomson came back into the office, and walked over to Braxton on top of the desk. ìRight, hereís the deal arse-hole. Iíve taken a very large amount of money from here. And Thomson and I are going to start a new life together. And you are going to take the fall for us. Over the past 4 weeks Iíve made it look like it was you who took the money. In an hoursí time some friends of ours will came and put you in cold storage. By the time you reappear youíre by a XXXX addicted simpleton ready to take the fall.î Joshua stopped talking and without another word he and Thomson left. Braxton thrashed about, and struggled even harder. He had just under an hour to get free, and report Joshua and Thomson, or his goose was cooked. Braxton must have lost track of time, suddenly he heard the office door open. And he was still well and truly tightly bound. THE END. Model:Braxton Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 04/24/2012
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Spanking It
26 photos; 6:32 video
Victim: Braxton
Bad Guy: Donovan
Date of Production: 06/10/2016 -
Zac Outside 2
33 photos; 4:57 video
Model: Zac Photography by: Zac Date of Production:11/30/2012
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XXXX and Helpless
14 photos; 5:41 video
(continued from XXXX) After Dante managed to free himself, he thought of the perfect way to get back at Donovan. He could’ve easily called the cops and had Donovan arrested for what he did, but that wouldn’t be fun for him. No…not fun at all. Even though Donovan and Dante had dated for three months before Dante broke it off, Donovan was unaware that Dante’s twin brother Devon was a huge fan of Donovan’s skateboarding career. Of course, that adoration subsided a bit after hearing what happened to Dante, but that made Devon even more excited to be in on his brother’s revenge plot. Dante grabbed his video camera and hid in the closet as Donovan made his way to the front door. Devon stood behind it, rag in hand. As Donovan opened the door, he barely had a chance to realize that Dante had escaped before the rag was placed firmly over his nose and mouth. Devon pinned one of Donovan’s arms as he struggled. It didn’t take long before Donovan’s legs began giving out, and soon he was completely out. Devon quickly went to work as he heard his twin chuckling from the other room. Before long, Donovan was bound to the chair just as he did to Dante before. As Donovan came to, he immediately knew what was happening. The tables had been turned…or so he thought. “There you are,” Devon said with a wry smile. “I wouldn’t want you to miss the pleasure of being gagged.” “What the f…mmmmph,” was all Donovan managed to get out before Devon wrapped the green rag around Donovan’s mouth, creating a firm cleave gag. “You talk too much,” Devon said, “and I don’t like my idols talking back to me.” Donovan looked at him quizzically. “Wha da fuc are you tawkin ‘bou,” he managed to utter through his gag. “Don’t pretend you don’t know. You’re one of my favorite skateboarders, and now I have you all to myself.” Donovan didn’t understand what was going on, and it worried him as Devon walked around making sure the knots were secure. He tried calling out Dante’s name, but his sounds were muddled and muffled through the gag. “Oh, yeah…I’m not Dante,” Devon said, “I’m his identical twin brother…and I have a big crush on you. And when Dante called me over and told me what you did to him, I couldn’t pass this up. Right Dante?” “Right, bro,” Dante said as he entered the room, camera in hand. “Guess you shouldn’t have messed with, Don. Now, Devon here gets to do whatever he wants to you.” “Thanks, Dante,” his brother said as he grabbed another bandana. “Better make sure he doesn’t talk anymore. I don’t want the neighbors to hear what’s about to happen.” Donovan struggled as much as he could, but it was no use. Devon wrapped the second bandana around his face, securing the already-placed gag even more. “Dante, that car battery and cables are still in the garage, right?” “Yeah, bro. I like what you’re thinking.” “Cool. Let’s go get ‘em.” Dante placed the camera down on a completely frightened Donovan. The brothers walked out, leaving Donovan to ponder his fate. THE END Victim: Donovan
Bad Guy: Dante
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/09/2016
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In His Whitey Tighties
29 photos; 5:38 video
Model: Rick
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/19/2016 -
THE LAST CUSTOMER.... WAS A BITCH! by SoftTouch
26 photos
Kerry knew how lucky he was to get this waiter’s job at an exclusive restaurant downtown. He was making a very good wage which was helping him pay his way through his freshman year at college. But he just hated it when the last customer of the night sat dawdling over their after-dinner coffee instead of just going home so that Kerry could close up for the night. All the rest of the staff had gone home and the owner trusted Kerry to lock up, but Kerry still had some studying for tomorrow’s exams to do when he got home and it was already close to eleven o’clock. “Is there anything else I can get you, Sir?” Kerry asked the beefy guy in the dark suit, hoping that the guy would take the hint and pay his check. “No, but I have something for you,” the man drawled as he stood up to his full height. Innocent Kerry began to smile, thinking that the customer was going to give him a nice tip, so he was completely surprised when the man suddenly grabbed Kerry by the back of his neck. The hard hand hurt as strong fingers began to squeeze Kerry’s tender flesh and Kerry opened his mouth to cry out, but that was when the man stuffed a ball of crumbled handkerchief into Kerry’s open mouth. “Come on kid, you can show me where the bathroom is,” the man growled into Kerry’s ear. Kerry was scared to XXXX and the man’s big hand really hurt where it was squeezing Kerry’s neck so he didn’t even think of putting up a struggle while the man picked up his briefcase and then started walking Kerry toward the bathroom in the back of the restaurant. Inside the small bathroom the man pushed Kerry up against the wall and then showed him a brown leather blackjack-thing that looked like it would really hurt. Then the man pressed his beefy body up against Kerry so that Kerry’s chest was being pressed up against the wall. Then the man’s garlic breath washed over Kerry’s ear. “All right kid, now I want you to stay real quiet and you want to avoid getting any really nasty bumps on your head. Do we understand each other?” “Gghuhuh…” Kerry’s throat quivered behind the ball of cotton that was swelling to fill up the inside of his mouth. “Good boy. Now don’t make any sudden moves and you won’t need to go to the doctor’s in the morning.” The man brushed the hard head of the blackjack across Kerry’s cheek so that the captive waiter could smell the tangy leather and feel the hardness of the heavy lead the blackjack was filled with. Kerry nodded his head and closed his eyes while his heart started pounding in his ears and mental pictures of Kerry’s bruised and bleeding body scared the young freshman all the way down to his shoes. Then he opened his eyes and dared to peek while the man started taking lengths of rope out of his briefcase and then began wrapping them around Kerry’s shaky body. Nobody had ever tied Kerry up before and he wasn’t prepared for the way the man’s ropes hugged his body tight and pinched through the thin cotton of his shirt to hurt his skin or the way those ropes made Kerry feel more and more helpless. Then the man turned Kerry around to face him and pressed Kerry’s skinny frame back against the wall with his muscular body. And then in the brighter lights of the bathroom Kerry got his first good look at the man’s face. The face was aged with lots of craggy lines and there were thin scars over the man’s eye and on his chin, but it was the eyes that scared Kerry the most. They were the cruel eyes of a man who had enjoyed hurting people before and would enjoy hurting Kerry now if the young waiter gave him any excuse. So Kerry didn’t move a muscle while the man plastered black strips of tape over Kerry’s lips and the ball of handkerchief. And he didn’t even think of resisting when the man pushed him down onto the toilet seat and then began tying lots more rope all around Kerry’s thighs and ankles so that his legs were being all squeezed together and pinched. “Okay kid, now you sit here quietly while I find out how much cash you took in tonight.” The man picked up his briefcase and opened the bathroom door. “I’ll be back,” the man promised and then he left Kerry all alone with his fear. For several minutes Kerry was too afraid to do anything. But then the man’s promise to come back and see Kerry again popped into Kerry’s head and made him even more afraid. What would the man do to him when he came back? Kerry didn’t know, but he didn’t want to be here when that happened. So first Kerry squirmed against the tight ropes; hoping that he could find some way to wiggle his hands free. But the ropes were tied really tight and the knots felt impossible to loosen. Kerry was really trapped! Then Kerry saw the window. Maybe he could get some help from somebody outside. It wasn’t easy to get to his feet with the way those ropes were hugging his legs so tight, but Kerry finally managed to stand up and inch his body toward the window. Then he looked out and saw three people down in the street. Terry mmphed as loud as he dared and tried as hard as he could to attract their attention to his plight, but the happy people were all XXXX and they just waved and laughed at Kerry before they walked on into the night. Kerry felt really helpless as his body sagged back down to sit on the toilet again. Nobody was going to help Kerry and he felt so alone. Then the door opened and the man came back in with his briefcase. “You can tell your Boss that he had a really good night. You can also tell him that I’m taking that cash as a down payment on what he owes my Boss. He’d better come up with the rest of it pretty quick. Now hold still and close your eyes.” Kerry saw the man take another wide strip of that black tape from his briefcase and then he started moving it toward Kerry’s face. Still very scared and wanting to get out of this mess with a whole skin, Kerry closed his eyes tight and tried not to move while he felt the man’s blunt fingers smearing the sticky tape all over his closed eyelids and eyebrows. “Now I know a young guy like you is going to be tempted to be a hero and try to get out of here to call the police right away so I’m going to have to give you a little something to slow you down.” What did that mean? What was he going to do? Kerry’s heart started beating faster and his breaths started whistling through his nose quicker and quicker. Then he felt one of the man’s strong hands on the back of his neck and a damp bar towel was being pressed over his nose. The bar towel stank of whiskey and beer and Kerry tried to twist his face away, but the man held him firmly until Kerry began to smell something else on the towel. Something really sweet that smelled like a very strong pina collada. What was that stuff? Bright colors began dancing in front of Kerry’s blindfolded eyes and a warm hazy feeling began to spread all through Kerry’s body until he could no longer feel the hard ropes hugging against him. And then Kerry felt like his whole body was floating up off of the toilet seat just before he felt nothing at all. THE END Kerry played by Patrick Photography by Caitiff
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All Dressed Up and Nowhere to Go by Zap
25 photos
”It will only take a minute.” That was what Steven had said as he beckoned Ben to come down into the basement. Now he had already been gone for longer than that. Not that Ben was complaining, although he must present a slightly weird picture, tied to a chair in full formal attire, bowtie and all, in Steven’s derelict basement. Ben couldn’t help smiling to himself. His neighbor Steven had never been one to care about ephemeral things like paint. He did look good himself, though, in those dirty jeans and t-shirt that he used to wear when he was tinkering with the stuff he kept in his basement, like today. So Ben hadn’t minded at all even when Steven proposed to tie him to a chair. It was all good fun and he did have a minute to spare. And especially he loved the feel of ropes around his wrists and chest, and other ropes tugging at his ankles. Ben was feeling strangely comfortable, although the clock was ticking and he was supposed to be off any minute now. This wasn’t the first time he and Steven played some rope games, but it had been a while now. He felt at the ropes tying his hands together. The knots were solid, as Steven’s handiwork was wont to be. His feet were likewise securely tied to the back chair legs. There was no way he was getting out of this without help. Ben found the thought of being helpless oddly soothing, even though he was going to be late for the dinner. He wasn’t in the mood for bland food and idle conversation anyway. Strangely he preferred being tied up in Steven’s dank basement. He smiled again, thinking that he must be quite the sight, looking like some kind of captured secret agent. Oh well, that would be the day… the daring, handsome agent lured into a romantic tryst and trapped by the devious enemy. “You can torture me all you like, but I will reveal nothing....” He tried to assume a suitably fierce expression and tentatively weighed on the chair to see if he could topple it. He thought that he could, but he would probably only hurt himself. Instead he just relaxed and let himself drift off into the world of dreams. Ben’s daydreaming broke off abruptly at the sight of Steven coming down the stairs. “Dude, you need to release me”, Ben smiled. “I should have been off ages ago.” There was something about Steven’s expression that gave Ben pause. “Yeah, about that”, Steven drawled. “I called them and said that you’re not coming. That you had come down with some kind of stomach bug.” Ben’s mind was racing, as several trains of thought collided in his head. First he was angry, then relieved, then puzzled, then a little bit scared. But he had known Steven since childhood and while he could be a little quirky, he wasn’t really a scary person. So the smile crept back onto Ben’s face, as he took in Steven’s dirty t-shirt clinging to his lean, stringy body, his shaggy strawberry blond hair and stubble and his wry smile as he picked up another coil of rope. Ben’s smile faded as Steven methodically tied his knees together, looping the rope meticulously around itself and fastening it. “Hey man, what are you doing?” Ben wondered. “You need to let me loose. And what was that thing you were going to show me?” “You’ll see soon enough”, Steven answered without looking up. “You comfortable?” “Yeah, as comfortable as can be supposed being bloody tied up”, Ben laughed. There was no way he could take his predicament seriously. He’d known Steven all his life, and the guy couldn’t hurt a fly. But he’d put up a fight anyway, if just for show. And he certainly didn’t want Steven to know how immensely he was enjoying all this, to the point that it was beginning to show in his pants. “Quit mucking about”, Steven growled. “You’re not going anywhere and you know it.” “Oh yeah?” Ben quipped defiantly. “Oh yeah!” Steven assured him, leaning over him with his hands on his thighs, pressing him to the floor. Ben was reminded of the games they used to play. He never used to be able to get out of Steven’s bonds, while Steven usually got loose eventually. Maybe that was in part because it always felt so good being tied up by Steven, feeling his body close but not touching, with Steven oblivious to the world while concentrating on getting the ropes just right. Ben wondered what Steven was doing for a living nowadays. They had kind of grown apart after Ben went off to university, while Steven stayed behind, doing whatever he was doing. Right now he was fiddling with some black rope, standing on a chair and looping it over a pipe near the ceiling, affording Ben a prime view of his crotch and even showing some skin as his t-shirt parted company with his jeans. A string of dark hair curled its way into the jeans, which showed a nice bulge. The realization hit Ben like an electric shock. Steven was getting hard. The thought of it instantly got Ben hard too, and by now he didn’t really care who knew. “You getting excited up there”, he called out to Steven, his face cracking up into a big smile. “Shut up”, Steven growled, giving Ben a murderous look. “So that's what you wanted to show me?” Ben grinned, nodding in the direction of Steven’s bulging jeans. “Impressive.” “I said, shut up!” Steven repeated, jumping off the chair and leaning once again over Ben, making him giddy with his smell of sweat and excitement, that smell that Ben always had loved when they were horsing about as boys, only this was very obviously a man’s smell. Ben wasn’t even scared as Steven looped the black rope around his neck and tightened it by pulling the other end. Instead the feeling of the coarse rope around his neck excited him. Somehow he had never felt so intimate with Steven before, as he literally was holding Ben’s life in his hands. “How is our dashing hero going to get out of this sticky situation”, he thought. “Join us next week to find out.” Steven looked annoyed at Ben’s grin and tightened the rope just enough to show he was being serious. “Do your worst, buddy”, Ben thought, also suddenly serious and looking Steven straight in the eye. In some deep corner of his soul he felt that it would even be alright to be killed by Steven. There had always been an unspoken connection between the two of them, like they were meant to be together somehow. As the rope slowly tightened around his neck, Ben felt strangely serene and exhilarated, and at the same time more excited than he ever remembered, as he watched Steven’s grim look as he pulled unrelentingly on the black rope. “I won’t scream and I won’t beg”, was the last thought that passed through Ben’s mind before all went black. “I thought he’d never shut up”, Steven thought to himself as he was untying the XXXX Ben. Steven wasn’t a man of many words and had never been able to express his feelings for Ben. But today was different, he thought as he stripped Ben of his clothes and folding them neatly on the table. Today they had crossed a line together, and they both knew it. Steven let Ben keep his underwear on as he carried him upstairs, laying him on the bed and stroking his body softly while waiting for him to wake up. The night was still young. Prom Night by Toldeo Ty (Writer's block 2nd place) It had been a long school year and was glad to see "prom night" finally arriving. Although I didn't have "a date" I still intended to go as I enjoyed seeing all the hot guys and I knew James would be there (who I secretly had a crush on). Always received "mixed" signals from him and wasn't sure if he was interested in me or not. I finished putting my tux on and headed out to prom. I greeted all my friends as I entered including James. I tried to avoid Stan as he had made unwanted advances towards me in the past. While mixing with everyone I suddenly discovered a note had been stuffed in my pocket which simply said..."meet me in the basement". I wondered if this possibly was from James as I made my way down into the basement. I spotted a wooden chair in one of the corners just as someone came up behind me with a ski mask on (who I thought was James) telling me to sit down in the chair. Did James actually know of my fantasy to be "XXXX"? I complied and he pulled my hands behind my back and began wrapping rope around my wrists. This instantly gave me a boner. WOW! How did James know I was into being tied up? I couldn't help but smile as my fantasy was coming to life. He took another rope and wrapped it around my chest and arms, pinning my arms to my sides. The excitement of this was incredible! I was so turned on, I wanted to play with my hard cock but was unable to do so which only added to the whole scene. I was sure that my "excitement" was showing very prominently though by pants as I was tied up more. Next he moved around in front of me and wrapped rope around each ankle and then pulled the rope up to the center part of the chair (pulling my feet up off the floor) and secured it. I continued watching with a smile on my face. Next, he took another long piece of rope and wrapped it tightly around each leg (just below the knee) and then after securing both legs tied it off to the front rung of the chair. I began to struggle a bit and discovered I was very tightly tied to the chair and it didn't feel like I could actually get free (even if I had wanted to). Once he was sure I was secure he reached down and played a bit with my hard cock. I moaned in ecstasy! Suddenly he stopped and pulled his mask off. To my XXXX it wasn't James but Stan. I began bucking in the chair to break free of his devious scheme but he had tied me very tightly and I couldn't find any knots to try to loosen. Stan looked at me and laughed. "I guess I have you now, don't I?" He leaned over and kissed me but try as I could I couldn't break free or stop him. "Stan, let me go." Looking at me with a very lustful stare he answered..."I don't think so." "I've told you before that I don't have any feelings toward you." "Then why is your cock so hard?" he laughed as he once again grabbed my cock and teased me some more. How could I respond to that? For as long as I could remember I always got hard just from the sight of rope and if I saw pictures of a guy tied up that got me even hotter. Now, finding myself helplessly tied up (even at the hands of Stan) I couldn't help but be hard. Try as hard as I could I couldn't break free of the ropes holding me tightly to the chair. "Nothing to say?" Stan then produced a black strap and after attaching one end to a hook in the ceiling he wrapped the other end around my neck. "Maybe this will change your mind" he said as he walked away and back up the stairs. "Why don't I let you think it over." Although I wasn't "hanging" from this it was making it increasing difficult to breathe. The more I struggled to get free the more my air was cut off. I tried to keep from panicking but I was afraid I was going to pass out. I tried yelling but the noise of the music upstairs made it impossible for anyone to hear me and yelling only used up more oxygen. Just as I felt myself beginning to black out I heard James voice. Quickly he undid the strap around my neck as he asked if I was alright. I told him that I was as I sat there and caught my breath. James said..."I saw you come down here and then I saw Stan come back up but when you didn't return I thought I would see what was going on." James began to reach for the rope to untie me but I looked at him and said "No, don't." A bit puzzled he stopped and looked and then he spotted the bulge in my pants. "Hmmmmmmm...Looks like someone enjoys being tied up." I shook my head in agreement. "Well then, why don't we have some fun?" he said as he reached down and played with my hard cock and then bent over and kissed me. I passionately kissed him back and then I felt his tongue against my lips so I opened my mouth and our tongues intertwined. After kissing for awhile James said "You look hot all tied up helpless like that." All I could do was moan as I was so turned on by this whole scene. Suddenly, I thought about Stan. "What if Stan comes back down here?" James simply smiled and said I cold cocked that son-of-a-bitch and hogtied his ass up in the restroom; so don't think he will be bothering us." I smiled and replied "Maybe you will hogtie me sometime." James looked at me and smiled as he continued to play with my stiff cock "You can count on it, stud." Model: Jay Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/12/2008
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