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Skimpy
27 photos; 3:21 video
Model: Tye Photography: Caitiff Date of Production: 08/23/2006
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Exploited by Caitiff
21 photos; 5:34 video
Cont'd from "The Edge of His Seat" David was certain he was alone, that the men who had left him blindfolded, bound and gagged on the office chair were gone. It had been a harrowing experience. Not only had they robbed the poor young executive, they had taken advantage of him as well. David’s still half hard dick snaked out from his open fly. David heard a sound. Being blind from tape over his mouth, he couldn't’ be sure but it sounded as if someone was entering the room. Taking a risk that it wasn’t the robbers returning, David tried to yell for help from behind his gag. “Mmmm!? Mmmmm!”, David’s unintelligible moans were all that could escape his tight tape gag wrapped around his head. David presumed he was rescued as who ever it was ripped the tape from his legs and undid the jump rope that cruelly bound his dick to the chair. But why didn’t they ungag him so he could talk? Or take off the blind fold? David could feel hands pulling him up, making him stand. What was going on. “Mmm?”, David grunted again, moving his still bound hands. David was done being tied up and gagged, his dick hanging out. Unfortunately for David, the one who had found him was Manny the janitor. Manny had always thought David a hot piece of ass. But David was far too high and mighty to ever even look at Manny. However, finding David tied up and gagged and blind, unable to stop whatever Manny did to him or even know it was him was looking like a miracle. “MMmmpphhaaammm?!” David tried to move away as the mystery hands began unbuttoning David’s shirt to expose his naked chest. But it was useless. He was firmly bound and helpless. The robbers must have come back for more, David thought as someone licked his nipples and stroked his growing man hood. Oh God, what more do they want? David could feel his legs being tied, presumably with the jump rope that had been roped around his penis only a few minutes before. After his feet were secured, the stroking continued. As before, David’s dick had a mind of it’s own and it grew longer and longer. However, David’s abuser could seem to sense his victim’s limits. Each time David was about to explode, the mystery hands moved onto other part so his body. The mystery hands continued this game, XXXX David to his knees where his dick was tied up again, this time using his own tie. A cruel game of tug of war ensued between the mystery hands and David’s abused member. David could only moan pitifully, “Mmmmmm mmfffmmmpph!” David had no idea how long this went on. Being blind and unable to move or talk distorted one’s time sense. All he knew was the abuse continued in new ways. A hard dick was shoved across David’s gagged mouth. His nipples were pinched and pulled. Hands groped his ass. And eventually his dick would be stroked almost to the point of release and then left untouched. David squirmed in his bondage He didn't’ know how much of this he could take. Never did the mystery hands say a word. It seemed dot be only one guy this time. What had happened to the partner, David wondered. Manny, meanwhile was having the time of his life. He beat on David’s cock like it owed him money. HE humiliated and tormented and teased the arrogant little executive. Manny’s own dick was rock hard and right before he finished with David, he squeezed one out. It was a shame David had been so tightly gag. Manny was sure that the guy knew how to suck. But he wouldn’t risk anything that might have let David know it was Manny. Besides, Manny liked David being unable to talk. Manny left David there on the floor, half naked, exposed and moaning in frustration. He could say he hadn't’ done this part of the building and none would be the wiser. Let the shift on Monday find him this way. A week end tied up and gagged would serve the punk right. To Be Continued David played by Patrick Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:10/15/2010
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The Too Nosy Accountant by Caitiff
22 photos
10 at night and Brad was still at the office working out a problem with the books. A 5 million dollar problem. He'd been at for hours, even after his boss, Mr. Phillips told him to worry about it on Monday. But Brad wasn't the kind of accountant who let money just stay disappeared. But as he worked long after everyone went home, the irregularities starting adding up until they came too 5 million, more then anyone had realized. And that meant there was only one thing he could do. Brad reached for the phone and dialed. "Hello?" Mr. Phillips answered. "Mr. Phillips? This is Brad at the Office. Look, I was working the books..." " I thought I told you to wait until Monday." "Uhh well yeah. But as I was working I noticed that there's a lot more money missing then we realized. About five million." There was a long pause. The Phillips responded, " Ok, You're right. This can't wait. Come to my house with the books. I keep a copy of all records here. Oh, and keep this to yourself for now. No use worrying people over what may be just a typo." A few minutes later and Brad was pulling up to Mr. Phillip's condo, record books in hand. He XXXX and Mr. Phillips opened the door. "Come in, Brad", Mr. Phillips beckoned Brad in and closed the door behind him. "I can't tell you how really...Sorry I am you had to find out." Brad's look of puzzlement became fear as Mr. Phillips pulled out his concealed item and leveled it at Brad. Brad was 6'2" and 260 pounds of muscle. He had played football in college and still worked out everyday to keep in shape. But muscle doesn't help much against a concealed item. "I'm not going to kill you, brad. Not if you do what I say. Lay on the floor, on your stomach and put your hands behind your back." "Wh..what are you going to do with me?" brad stuttered. "Well" Mr.. Phillips explained as he began looping cords of rope tightly around brad's wrists, "You're going to stay here at my house for a while while I take a permanent retirement on a small island in the Caribbean. See, you weren't supposed to notice until after I had gone how much money I took. But, I'm not a murderer so if I can just keep you ...under wraps here until I take off for my flight tonight, it should all be good. Now get up!" Mr.. Phillips had finished tying brad's hands behind his back and roughly grabbed his arm, XXXX him up. Brad was then shoved onto a chair. In a flash, Mr. Phillips had more rope in hand, rope which was soon wrapped snugly around Brad's chest, restraining his upper body even more. Brad could only twist his hands futiley at the ropes that bound his wrists. Mr. Phillips then began on brad's legs, his knees and then feet. When Mr. Phillips pulled a dirty rag out, brad knew what was next. "But why? Why steal from your own...mmmmph!" brad never got to finish as he was quickly gagged. The rag was tied around his head so tightly it hurt his mouth. "Who else should I steal money from?" Mr. Phillips gave brad's head a patronizing pat, "you may be here a while. I was in the scouts as a kid and I'm pretty good with knots. No one's coming here and you're such a good little worker bee, I know you didn't tell anyone where you were going. Just like I asked. Well, I gotta a plane waiting for me. See ya !" "Mmmm! Mmmnph Giiiir!" Brad begged but the gag made it all unintelligible. He twisted wildly at the ropes held tight. They cut into his wrists and held his legs uncomfortably tight together. Even the gag was impossible to get off. It cut into his mouth and no matter how he pushed with his tongue or chewed on the rag, it stayed firmly in his mouth. Brad could only look on helplessly as Mr. Phillips grabbed some bags and left, locking the door behind him. Brad continued moaning through his gag a few more minutes until he realized no one could hear him. As brad sat there trussed up and helpless, fear turned to anger and brad renewed his efforts at freeing himself. But he couldn't even find the knots binding his hands, much less work on them. He even tried to strain his muscles against the ropes trying to sXXXX them superman style. But though his biceps flexed until they were huge, his already well developed chest expanded even more and his legs twisted, brad was no closer to freedom. "MMMMMPH! Mmm Mamm pht!" Brad growled angrily. Then he noticed the phone beside him for the first time. An idea struck him. Twisting his bound body as much as he could, brad tried to reach the phone. Closer and closer, until he had twisted close enough to be able to nudge the cordless with his face. The phone fell to the ground. Brad didn't waste any time. He put his weight forward and with a heave managed to stand up. He hopped until he was close to the phone and then tried to fall to his knees. Unfortunately, he lost his balance and hit the floor hard. "Mmmk! Mmma Urr" Brad swore. But the phone was now within reach and he squirmed and wriggled as much as his bondage allowed. Soon he had the phone within reach. The buttons were hard to press with his nose but Brad worked his nose into the redial button. If he could get somebody on the phone, he could get help. "Hello?" A woman answered. "Mmmmmph! Mmmmmmm!" brad moaned desperately. "Excuse me?" "Mmmmm! MMMMM!" "Is this some kind of pervert? Because i don't find this funny or sexy!" "Mmm! MMphhhhttmmmm!" Brad begged before he heard a click and the dial tone. Brad banged his head against the floor in frustration. "Well", Brad thought" guess I should have tried 911 first thing" and was just about to pound his nose onto the nine button when he heard someone fiddling with the lock on the door. Was Mr.. Phillips wrong? Was someone else visiting him? But who else would have a key? Brad's heart went into his throat as he saw Mr. Phillips coming in the room. "Well, well Well. Good thing I thought I should take all those files with me. Looks like you just can't stop being busy, can you. Guess I'm going to have to XXXX you to relax" Mr.. Phillips grinned and before Brad knew what was happening, his ropes were tightened even more and then hog tied. Mr.. Phillips ripped the phone cord and scooped up the record books before he left one last time. Now all Brad could do was roll round helplessly. For hours he twisted at his ropes and grunted into his gag. As dawn came, Brad's strength began to wear out. By night fall Brad had given up completely, his may have had a body builder's physique but it didn't help. By Sunday Brad had actually gotten used to being in bondage, the gag spit filled but still unmovable. When Brad heard XXXXing Monday, he wasn't sure if it was a dream or not. He didn't get free until that night when the police broke down the door. Mr.. Phillips was never caught. Fin Model: Brad Photographer: Caitiff Date of Production: 02/01/2000
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Edge of His Seat By Caitiff
25 photos; 4:42 video
David hadn't’ seen the robbers come in. They hadn't’ said a word, just rushed in with concealed items. David was alone in the office. Everybody had already gone home for the week end. Only David had stayed behind to finish up some paper work. David didn’t get a chance ot ask what they wanted to beg for his life. They pulled out some tape which they wrapped tightly around and around David’s head. Next they pulled his arms behind his back. David could feel his hands being bound with tape. To make David even more secure, his arms were wrapped up with the seemingly endless supply of strong tape. David sweated bullets as he realised just how helpless he was. He couldn't’ talk and he could barely move. They pushed David into his chair. While one went to work searching through the files and flipping drawers of desks, the other made sure that David wouldn’t try to run away by mummifying his legs at the shins and thighs. David felt like a mummy, wrapped tightly in tape. “Mmmpphhh! Mmmm!”, David begged through his gag. The gag sealed his mouth tightly, making his pleas unintelligible. Desperately he struggled and strained, if only to make himself more comfortable. David got a slap for his trouble. The burglar guarding David seemed to take a sadistic pleasure in tormenting his helpless hostage. David was slapped and pushed around and felt up. David struggled and resisted as best he could but it was hopeless. The guard taped David to the chair, making sure that David wouldn't be able to jump up and hop away while his captor’s attention. Satisfied that David would be going no where for a long time, the men turned their attention to the safe on the wall. “Mmmmmmm.”, David let out a long, pitiful groan. Now believing that he wasn’t going be killed, just bound and gagged, David began o struggle a bit more. One of the robbers came over and smacked David on the head. He also felt David up again, making David feel violated. Worse the abuse was beginning to feel sexual. Despite himself David was beginning to feel aroused. He prayed that the robber didn’t notice. He did. David protested weakly as his fly was unzipped and his dick pulled out. The robber stroked David’s growing penis. David’s face turned beet red from embarrassment. To make matters worse, David’s dick was tied up with a jump rope that was laying on David’s desk. The restriction only made David’s dick even harder. Every time David moved, his manhood was pulled in one direction of the other. The robber was joined by his partner in torturing David. David could feel himself getting closer and closer to exploding. But each time he was right on the edge, they stopped touching his crotch and David was left hanging. Being bound and gagged was bad enough. But this was really torture. How long this went on David couldn’t say. Eventually the robbers grew tired of their game. A final piece of tape was applied over David’s eyes. David was now left blind as well as tied up and gagged into silence. The room grew silent. David figured he was alone. With his dick hanging out, he was going to have a lot of explaining when someone rescued him. To Be Continued David played by Patrick Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:10/15/2010
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Narcisus Bound by Fidelis
25 photos
Alex ran his soapy hands over his firmly muscled body. God, he was a stud. He caressed his hard biceps, and then his pecs. He knew that there weren’t too many guys around who had a body, and a face like his. He drank up the admiration that he received. It was like an aphrodisiac. When he walked naked through the locker room, or in the showers at the gym, he knew that glances full of envy and lust followed him. He smirked, as he thought of all those poor wusses who would consider themselves lucky if they had a tenth of his good looks. There were a couple of weedy guys at the gym who couldn’t take their eyes off Alex when he strutted through the change room. He always made sure that they got a good gXXXXse of his big cock, hanging down, surrounded by its luxuriant bush of hair, and of his huge hairy balls, dangling like enormous peaches. Ha! What losers. He had led them on, and then humiliated both of them, in front of the other guys. That had been a real laugh, watching them blush and squirm in embarrassment. That sure taught them a lesson, to think that a hunk like Alex would even pass the time of day with them. Thinking of all those admiring looks was making Alex horny. Even if he wouldn’t touch those guys with a 10-foot pole, it was still fun thinking about them lusting after him in vain. They would think that they had died and gone to Heaven if they were in the shower right now with Alex, rubbing their hands and their tongues all over his hot jock body. Alex let his hand slide in between his legs. Oh yeah, he really WAS hung like a horse! He felt his cock stir. Should he or shouldn’t he? Nah, he would save it all up for someone who was deserving of the honour. No use wasting himself right now. It was time to get dried, and then….he would go out looking for someone worthy to worship him. Alex had been so absorbed in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard the door of his apartment being opened. It wasn’t until the shower curtain was ripped aside, just as he was drying himself off, that he realized that he was no longer alone. The two skinny jerks from the gym were standing in his, Alex Rodrigues’s bathroom! How dare they invade the premises? What would the neighbours think if they should happen to catch a gXXXXse of two such uXXXXpetizing specimens of humanity in Alex’s apartment? He had his reputation to think of. "What the fuck do you think you’re doing in here? You two creeps get out before I stomp to you into tiny pieces." Alex roared at the two men, noting that they had looks of both defiance and trepidation on their faces. He lunged at them, not noticing in his rage that he had dropped the bar of soap on the floor of the shower. He stepped on the soap, and suddenly the hunky Alex Rodrigues felt his feet flying out from underneath him. "GGGAAAHHHH" he screamed as he went down with a crash. "Ohhhhh, my head. Oh shit, what happened." Alex moaned in pain as he opened his eyes. It felt as if someone had whacked him on the head with a baseball bat. The room spun, and he closed his eyes. He leant back, and his head bumped against a cold, hard surface. OUCH! He tried to touch his sore head, but he found that he couldn’t move his arms. For some reason his hands were above his head. His eyes flew open again, and this time he didn’t feel so dizzy. He looked around him, and remembered what had happened. The two creeps from the gym were leaning against the walls, smiling at him. Alex looked up, and saw that his hands were tied together over his head, the end of the rope attached to a metal hook in the wall. The damn punks had broken into his apartment; no doubt driven wild by their lust for his hunky muscled jock body, and had tied him up. What were they going to do to him now? Were they going to use his studly body to satisfy their perverted desires? Alex decided to play it cool. He would persuade these two to untie him, and he would even give them the thrill of their pitiful lives by letting them indulge in a little muscle worship. "Hey, guys, I’m flattered that you want to….." Alex stopped in bewilderment. The two punks were roaring with laughter; they were laughing so hard tears were running down their faces. What was so funny? Oh shit, maybe these guys were high on some kind of XXXX. He hoped that they wouldn’t do anything really stupid, but who could tell with XXXXgies? "Steve" one of the guys XXXXd out " I think that this muscle bound idiot thinks that we’re here because we want to….." He started laughing again. His friend was looking at Alex with a broad grin on his face. "Aww, does the big guy think that we want a taste of his body? Ha, what an egotistical jerk. Buddy, we wouldn’t touch you with a 10-foot pole. Sure, you’ve got a nice body, but everyone knows that you haven’t got a brain in your head, and that you’re so in love with yourself that you haven’t even noticed that we all have been laughing at you as you strut through the showers. No, lunkhead, we’re not here for a piece of your ass, we’re here to teach you a lesson in humility. Alex’s jaw dropped. What the hell were these guys talking about it? It wasn’t true! He knew that everyone admired him, wanted to be just like him. These two were just so eaten up by envy it had twisted their fucking little minds. They were going to teach him a lesson in humility? Ha! Once he had finished with them, they would never dare to show their faces in the gym again. "You, you….you lying little bastards. Why, I’ll…" "Shut him up, Kev. I don’t want to have to listen to this blockhead mouth off. We get enough of that at the gym. "MMMPHHNNOO!" Alex screamed as Kev shoved a bandanna into his mouth, and tied it into place. He started kicking out in a rage. He was going to rip these two limb from limb. He could pound the two of them into a pulp without any trouble at all. What the fuck. Steve was sitting on his legs, his surprisingly strong thighs pinning Alex’s big muscular legs together. Alex could only squirm futilely as Steve wrapped rope around and around his ankles, tying his feet securely together. Alex howled in impotent fury as the two men stood over him, laughing their heads off. "Kev, what do you think? Is this another Kodak moment? Should this scene be preserved for posterity?" "Oh, definitely Steve, we wouldn’t want Alex here to forget this precious moment. Plus, we want to share this with all of our friends, don’t we?" "MMMNOOO! MMGWHATUMMGUYSMMDOING? MMNOOO!" Alex tried to plead with them as Steve whipped out a digital camera and began taking pictures of Alex. God, they wouldn’t dare pass these pictures around would they? At least he had a towel covering his private parts. Alex howled and struggled as they took shot after shot, but to no avail. All of the ropes held tight. "Well, I think we’ve had our fun, Alex. It’s a been a blast. We really look forward seeing you the next time you show up at the gym, If you ever show up there again. It should be…interesting. Bye bye, Naricssus." Huh? Why did Steve mean by Narcissus? And of course he would show up at the gym, and pound these two into the ground. But they couldn’t be serious about leaving him all tied up and gagged like this. "MMMMNOOOGUYSSSCOMMMEMMMBACCCK." Alex heard the outer door slam shut. Those little bastards! Leaving him here like this. It was time for him to put his famous muscles to work. Alex began straining and twisting. It should be a piece of cake for a mighty muscle stud like himself to get loose from ropes tied by wimps like Steve and Kev. An hour later, Alex was still sitting on the bathroom floor, whimpering in frustration. His hands were getting numb, and he didn’t seem to be any closer to freedom. Plus, as the pain in his receded, he became aware of discomfort in another part of his body. There was a nasty, tingling sensation in his groin. Great, just the time to get crotch rot. OK, he was going to make one more effort, and then…HURRAH! The rope around the metal hook gave way. It only took Alex another half-hour to get his hands free. He pulled down the gag, and spat on the floor. Oh, that felt a lot better. He flexed his hands, trying to get the blood flowing, before he tackled the ropes around his ankles. Ah, freedom. Alex stood up, the towel falling to the floor. NOOOOOOOOOOO! He stared down in XXXX. What happened to the lush bush of hair down there? Nothing remained, a single hair, and his balls were as bald as eggs. It was only then that he saw the bottle of Nair, lying in the sink. His heart sank as he recalled Steve’s words ‘another Kodak moment." They must have taken pictures of him when he was XXXX – pictures of his denuded manhood. How could he show up at the gym looking like this? THE END Alex played by Neal Photography by Sammy Date of Production: 02/16/2007
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Rent Reduction by Kurt
28 photos; 2:47 video
"Wake up, deadbeat!" Greg was roused out his XXXX by a rough male voice booming into his ears. Opening his eyes, he groggily recognized his landlord, Mr. Rudowski, towering over him. "What the...what do you want?" Greg muttered. "You're late with the rent again...three weeks late! I'm sick of your freeloading. I'm here to teach you a lesson." Still half aXXXX, Greg was shocked to feel the burly landlord grab his wrists and wrap a long strand of white rope around them. Within 20 seconds, his hands were bound together in front of him. "HEY! You can't do this...it's illegal!!" Greg protested, as he saw his landlord pick up a roll of wide purple duct tape. "Shut up! So is not paying your rent on time. Go along or I'll toss you onto the street." "What do you mean, 'go along'?" Greg asked as Rudowski taped his legs together. "You'll see," the burly landlord sneered, as he popped a ball gag into Greg's mouth and pulled the straps tightly behind his head. "Grrummmppphh!" Greg protested as the ball plugged his mouth. The next thing he knew he was slung over the burly landlord's shoulder and carried down to the basement. Greg squirmed as much as he was able, bound as he was, but Rudowski kept one hand planted firmly on his ass and being carried like a sack of potatoes didn't allow for much successful struggling. Greg moaned as Rudowski stood him up in the center of the basement, and tossed a length of rope over the overhead pipe. Before he knew it, Greg's bound wrists were fastened to the dangling rope, which was pulled taut and tied off by Rudowski. The landlord looked over his tenant, an evil glint in his eyes. "So, you want to make a deal on the rent, or what? Not that you have much of a choice." Deal?? What the hell? Greg was broke, and he knew it would take him months to catch up on the back rent, but this wasn't what he'd had in mind. "Gmmmpphh?" Greg grunted, as his landord reached for the buttons of his jeans. "I've had my eye on you ever since you moved in," Rudowski purred, his voice taking on a gentler, almost seductive tone. Greg's eyes widened as the landlord's ham-sized hand slid into his jeans and grasped his member, which had grown hard ever since he had been unexpectedly overpowered, bound and gagged. "Now, if you let me have some fun, I'll XXXX off a month's rent," Rudowski whispered into Greg's ear. Greg sighed, and slowly shook his head up and down. There were worse ways to earn rent money, he figured. Model: Danny Photographer: Caitiff Date of Production 03/22/2009
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Snapped by JMZ
31 photos; 5:07 video
I stood and watched him from a distance. I had been doing this for a while. As creepy as it sounds I had my reasons. I had dated my fair share of bad boys in my life but he was different. He was smart and clean cut. He was the exact opposite of the kind of guy I normally dated, and he was refreshing. I met Jason in Physc class, my freshman year of college. He swept me off my feet and we dated for a year. He treated me like a princess and I ate it up. He came from money, and being a small town girl everything was a new experience for me. The fancy dinners and presents made me feel like the only girl in the world. He talked about spending the rest of his life with me. I day dreamed about spending my life with him, I was such a stupid girl. He sent me the break up text on a Sunday. I sat in my dorm room stunned and embarrassed. It came out of nowhere. We had no problems I knew of, but I soon found out from the girls on my floor that the problem was he couldn’t keep it in his pants. Each girl had a different story about Jason. Apparently I was not the only idiot who fell for his charm. After a few weeks of crying and grieving, i decided to move on, move on to our wedding that is. I resigned myself to the fact that Jason was meant to be with me no matter what he said. He talked about forever and that’s what was he was going to give me. I decided he just needed to see me again and talk to me to realize his mistake. He needed to see the wedding dress I had recently purchased to see that I was the one. I waited for the right time to surprise him with the wedding I had already planned, unfortunately I would not be able to invite any guests just in case it was too overwhelming for him. I realize it sounded like I fell off the deep end but I believed it to be passion not insanity. I stalked him for a few days then made my move. I approached him after watching him out at a bar all night. He was so XXXX so I offered to drive him home. He was a little taken aback but in his XXXX state he made no arguments. I started the car just as he XXXX. I drove him to the honeymoon suite I had reserved outside of town. It was time to start our new life together. I helped into our room and decided to let him XXXX while I got things ready. I tied his hands behind his back tightly; I didn’t want him to get to frisky before we were actually married. At this point I realized he did not have time to write his vows so to save him embarrassment I wrapped tape around his mouth to gag him, this way he wouldn’t feel obligated to speak; I had enough words for the both of us. He slowly awoke to find me standing there in my wedding dress. His eyes widened with joy. He tried to speak and struggled to get his hands free, I knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off me. I lit the candles as he got to his feet and headed for the door. I stopped him and decided he just had cold feet. I tied his ankle and thigh together to keep him still. I wrapped duct tape around his mouth to ensure silence during the ceremony, he always liked to talk a bit much so I was sure he appreciated the gesture of me gagging him tightly, I didn’t want him to embarrass himself. Finally I wrapped tape around his eyes while I got the rest of the room ready for our wedding. I wanted him to be surprised. He trashed on the bed and screamed through the tape. He was so excited. I watched my future husband as he tried to get loose. He looked so handsome in his vest and tight khakis. I would have preferred a tux, but I didn’t want to be a nagging bride to be. He continued to thrash and moan on the bed. I watched as sweat trickled down his forehead. The silver duct tape glistened in the light, I was so happy I picked silver as one of my colors, he looked good in it. He moaned with excitement and decided I couldn’t make him wait any longer. I began the ceremony, he screamed and moaned. We were going to live happily ever after, as long as I kept a nice stock of rope and duct tape that is. I love him so much. The End Date of Production: 08/16/2009 Jason played by Rawy Photography by Caitiff
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Homeward Bound by Kurt
26 photos
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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The Good Neighbour by Fidelis
24 photos
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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Big Rig by Caitiff
23 photos; 4:35 video
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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Ginger Beer by Jase 1010
27 photos; 5:03 video
"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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COME CLEAN OR ELSE! by SoftTouch
33 photos
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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Have a Seat
20 photos; 4:43 video
Model: Dante
Photography by Caitiff
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Tender Spots
25 photos; 4:39 video
Model: Derek Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:09/22/2012
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SPUD LOCKER by SoftTouch
37 photos
“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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Surprise! by Fidelis
30 photos; 2:07 video
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 -
Beefy Sub
26 photos; 7:55 video
Model: Kevin
Photography by Nick007
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Lex Tight
24 photos; 5:21 video
Model: Lex
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/25/2015
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LOOKALIKE TROUBLE by SoftTouch
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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Last Moments by ZM
18 photos
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
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