Get the Camera Ready by Kurt

25 photos; 2:37 video

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

Date Night by Zac

31 photos; 4:25 video

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

Tighty Whities

27 photos

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

Night Shift Nightmares by Kurt

24 photos

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

Zac Attack!

23 photos

Models: Zac and Rawy Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:11/30/2012

Spread

25 photos; 3:19 video

Model : Sammy Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 04/13/2006

I'm a Jackass! by Kirk

24 photos

   Roger had first come upon the email in his junk folder two weeks ago. He usually cleaned out his junk mail automatically, but he was bored and decided to check and see what was in there. There is was: “Escape Artist Training - Ropes and Tape!” Roger had joined some Yahoo groups about male bondage. Naive as he was, he used his real name and information for his ID. That was two weeks ago, and now Roger found himself tightly roped and tape gagged. Except….. Roger never had been tied up, yet since he was a kid he fantasized about it. He first thought about it when he was 10. He was watching a mystery TV show. Some college kid had been taken by some serial criminal. The kid had been striped to his waist and tied up. Roger used his VCR and played the scene frame by frame: He looked over the kid and made close ups on his computer. He would get hard as a rock….he looked at the way the killer had placed his arms around the back of the chair and roped each bicep to it. He would count the turns of the rope: 6 on each arm. He looked at his crossed wrists, 4 turns of rope, two in each direction, making an “X” and the wrists pulled up and tied to his neck, twice around the neck with the ends of the rope. His legs were tied at the ankle to each forward chair leg, about 4 times, and his knees were put together and roped with 6 turns and knotted. The dude had rivers of sweat pouring down his face and chest as the serial criminal taunted him. He was about to lose it when the good guys broke in and saved the day. He was cut free. Roger would rewind the tape and play it again, over and over. His younger brother seemed to like it too. Yet he never thought of asking him to tie him up. He had tried self bondage but it did not give the thrill of the real thing. And he enjoyed the pics he found on the Yahoo groups, but it was not the same as he imagined the feel of the rope around his own skin. So when he replied to the email, he was excited. After a few exchanges, he found out that the author taught “escape artists.” What was stranger is that he lived only a mile away. Roger was so naïve…. He never figured this was a set up. So Roger had come to the guy’s house and allowed himself to be tied up. That was Saturday. It was now Sunday. And Roger was tightly roped and unable to break free… and his captor was looking over Roger, and getting more and more excited. It was almost like a dream. He had been taken by a serial criminal. “I’m a jackass” he thought as he once again checked the ropes. Almost 24 hours of struggle and no way out. He had done counting wile he was being tied, like on the VCR. “Four times around my wrists, tied in the middle. Eight times around my arms and check, and then under my pits binding my biceps and then up behind my head. About ten times around my ankles and those tied up to the back of my neck….”  The shanghaier had left for food and again Roger trashed at the ropes, sweat dripping on the floor. There was no way out --- just as the dude in the movie. Roger began to accept his fate. He was a tough guy – played football. “Will I be able to endure it,” he wondered? “Or will I break down and cry like a baby.” The man returned. Roger prepared for the worst. He closed his eyes and flexed each of his muscles, against the ropes… feeling their tightness on his skin. He was as hard as a rock. And then….. The laughter finally stopped as his shanghaier, his younger brother and two of his best friends finally stopped tickling his feet and belly. Exhausted, Roger gasped for air from the tickle torture. They removed the gag.” What is this all about?” “Happy birthday asshole,” his brother said. “You turned 21 last week. I knew of your tie up fantasies and dreaming about being taken. Well, here you go. Your birthday gift.” Roger was about to speak when the gag was replaced. “Now, let’s see if you break!” Roger braced as 8 hands invaded his body to tickle him. The End   Roger played by Mike Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 05/02/2006

Noisy

22 photos; 4:00 video

Model: Donovan

Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/21/2016

Kent's Casting Couch

32 photos; 1:51 video

Model: Kent Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 12/18/2007

Lesson Learned by JM

27 photos

My mission was clear. I was too confiscate the blue flag from the last opposing team. My friends and I had enjoyed playing war games in the woods. It seems a little childish but we took it very seriously. Once a month we would venture out to the local woods and divide into teams. The goal of the teams was to retrieve all the flags of your opponents the team with all the flags and less captured were too have bragging rights and as many beers bought for them as possible. Now I know I’m a little cocky, but I had good reason to be. My team had won the last three outings with me as team lead. I was looking for four in a row. Two hours into the game my team had captured 3 of the five remaining flags. We were all accounted for and it was my turn to retrieve the fourth. The blue team was our biggest competition. They were highly competitive. They would stop at no measures to win. Part of the rules we had come up with read that every time a teammate ventured out to get a flag he was to take the flags confiscated with him. This made the game interesting, because if we were captured our flags would be taken and we would lose. As team lead I was to grab the last two flags to assure victory. I made my way through the woods. The sun had set and I was tired. I was looking forward to a cold one to wet my palate and feeling damn proud of myself. I made sure to be as quiet as possible. We had discovered the blue teams hideout and I devised a plan to circle it from the opposite side where they would not expect me. I strategically made my way through the woods. I made sure not to step on broken branches and keep my noise down to a minimum. The night air became cool, but I still sweated. I was unusually nervous. Something felt off balance. But still I took a few minutes to drain my bladder. That was my mistake. I turned to find 3 blue team members following me. It was over. I had never been captured before. They were going to make sure I would never forget it. After I was securely bound with rope they began to taunt me. Too add insult to my already bruised ego they used my teams red flag to shut me up. The stuffed the flag between my teeth and tied it behind my head. The rope that secured me burned my skin. My fatigues were no guard against the tight ropes. The more I struggled the more it hurt. I tried to yell but only incoherent moans and saliva left my cleave gagged mouth. I tried with all my strength to break loose, twisting and turning struggling against the knots. It was no use and they were not done with me. After securing my already bruised wrists to trees, they decided to go a step further. To make me an example they pulled down my pants and underwear and tied a rope to my sensitive manhood. I was not going to struggle for the life of me now. By this time the gag in my mouth was wet with my saliva, my limbs ached, and all but the flag that gagged me were gone. I was never going to hear the end of this. The End   The Captive Soldier played by Rod Photography by Caitiff    

Come Model for Us by John

28 photos

 Alan had been down on his luck lately and needed some money so that he could pay his rent. He was looking in the newspaper to see what kind of odd jobs he could find that would provide some quick money. Rent was due in a week, and he had already been late a couple of times, and his landlord told him that if he was late with the rent one more time, then he would be evicted. You see, Alan just got dumped by his boyfriend, got fired from his job, and got into a wreck that totaled his car, all within the last week. He had to come up with money for rent, and FAST! Alan saw an ad in the paper for a company called “Ties that Bind”. Their ad read: “Quick money for models!” WOW! Alan couldn’t believe what he had seen. This was like a sign! He considered himself a good looking guy, had a nice body and thought that he could be a model. What Alan didn’t realize is what kind of modeling he would actually be doing. Alan called them up and set-up an appointment to come see them. He still was unaware of what kind of work he would be doing once he got there. Two days later, the time had come for Alan to finally go make some money for modeling. He showed up at the offices of “Ties that Bind” wearing a suit with no tie, thinking that he was going to be modeling ties for this company. They had other ideas. He sat down with the manager Mark and they talked about his contract. Mark asked him if he had done any modeling before and Alan said “No.” Mark asked Alan how he felt about some nudity. Alan had a puzzled look on his face, but if they wanted to take pictures of him naked with a tie on, he didn’t really care. He needed the money bad, and his ex-boyfriend had always told him that he had a nice cock. So he agreed to the nude photos. Mark led Alan to the back of the office where the photography studio was and that is where he met Gustav. Gustav was a hunky muscular guy in his 30s who Alan was instantly attracted to. Gustav would be the photographer for Alan’s photo shoot. Mark left Alan with Gustav and they got to work. “Ok Alan, if you can take off your clothes for me, except leave on that undershirt, I think that will be a nice touch” said Gustav. “Umm, do you want me to keep my dress shirt on too?” asked Alan. “No” laughed Gustav. Gustav then turned to face Alan and Alan noticed that Gustav was holding a long piece of white rope in his hands. “What’s that for?” asked Alan. Gustav just looked at him funny. “Don’t you know what we do here?” said Gustav. Alan was a bit shocked, but he really didn’t have a clue. “We tie up men and take pictures of them and then post them on the internet for other people to enjoy” said Gustav. This kinda shocked Alan, as he thought he was going to be a clothes model, but he desperately needed the money and thought to himself for a bit and decided that he might as well go through with it. He remember back to when he was in high school and he would record movies off of the television because they had men that were taken and hogtied and he would get off to those movies. He had never been tied up before, but he was willing to let Gustav do what he wanted to him. So….here is Alan’s first time being tied. Hope you enjoy. The End   Alan played by Logan Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 07/05/2006

Hugs

24 photos

Models: Lewis and Drew   Photography by Caitiff

Violet Undies

23 photos

Model: Kent Photographry by Sammy & Caitiff  Date of Production: 04/23/2007

Red Underwear

22 photos; 5:29 video

Model: Donovan
Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/17/2014

Touch Down on the Tight End by RCT

25 photos; 5:05 video

Brian had no idea what was so important that he had to meet at Terry's house for an important meeting before practice. He knew that Terry had been acting weird since he was kicked off the team for too many missed practices. That was all that Brian remembered before waking up. He did not feel awake cause it was still dark. He finally realized that not only was he blindfolded but also had his hands tied behind his back with rope. He could feel Terry walking in the room but not making a sound. Before he could say anything his left blue football sock was removed and tied around his mouth. Luckily he was on his wake to practice and not coming from practice. "Well Mr. Football Star, how does it feel to be late for practice? Instead of defending me you voted to have me thrown off the team. Payback is a bitch now, isn't it?" Brian tried to talk through his gag but the words were not coming out clearly. "You might as well get comfy because you will be here for a while", Terry said as he helped him sit on the futon. After a few minutes Terry helped him lay on the futon, while rubbing on the side of Brian's leg. This made Brian feel a bit uncomfortable so he tried to pull away. Immediately he felt his feet being held together as they were now being tied tightly with rope. This was not looking good. "Now in case you don't get thrown off the team then you are going to quit the team yourself." Now things were getting weird. He felt Terry's hands pull his pants down. What in the hell could this punk be up to, he thought. Before he knew it he could feel the hands caressing and squeezing on his buttocks. Some touches were light while others were more aggressive. He could tell that Terry was feeling himself as well. "Now I want you to smile as I take more pictures. I will keep these to myself but if you do not quit the team then I will release them for everyone to see just how much of a freak you really are.". Brian's blindfold was removed as Terry continued taking pictures of him tied up and gagged. That didn't bother him as much as his pants being pulled down and Terry XXXX his body in between XXXX. A few of his hard cock were also taken after being aroused. It seemed like eternity as pictures of him on his knees, hogtied, and his ass up in the air were taken. It looks like Brian didn't have a choice but to go ahead and quit the team. Maybe he would even ask for a few copies of the photos that were taken. The End   Model: Mike Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 10/23/2007

The Photo Shoot

22 photos; 5:40 video

Model by Chad Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 09/06/2012

COUNTER OFFER by SoftTouch

25 photos

           Matthew left the party and drove his new BMW down out of the hills toward home. Matthew had grown up as a trophy XXXX. As long as he was on his best behavior during the big holidays and on the family vacation so that his parents could show him off to the family and their friends, they didn't much care what Matthew did the rest of the time. Matthew didn't mind very much. Ever since his sixteenth birthday he had been receiving a generous allowance from Grandpa’s estate, and when he turned twenty-one he knew that he was going to inherit most of Grandpa’s fortune. Now Matthew was already twenty and he had only twenty-nine days to go before his birthday was here and then he would be set for life. All of a sudden the car engine sputtered and then stopped, and then Matthew was surprised when the car coasted to a stop on the side of the road. At first Matthew was only disappointed. This was a brand new car. It wasn't supposed to stop. But then Matthew began to get a little worried when he got out of the car and saw that there wasn't anything except trees and moonlight in all directions. He was all alone. Matthew lifted the hood of the car and stared at the engine. Matthew didn't know anything about cars except how to buy one so he was really perplexed. There had to be some way to make it go again. And so he never heard the van that pulled to a stop nearby or the two men who got out of the van and walked over beside him. “Do you know what might be wrong with it,” Matthew asked the two men hopefully without even looking up from the confusing engine. “Probably needs a little rag,” one of the men said. Matthew lifted his eyes to see that one of the men was holding a pad of white rag in his hand, and he was still trying to figure out how a rag might help and engine to go again, when he suddenly realized that the handful of cloth was coming toward his face. “What do you think you're doing?” Matthew asked, but most of his words by muffled by the layers of damp cloth that were suddenly pressing against his face. And then the strong smell of something sweet and sickly rushed into his nose. Too late, Matthew tried to twist away from the XXXX cloth only to find strong hands holding his arms down at his sides. And all at once, Matthew began to feel dizzy and faint. When Matthew opened his eyes again, he realized that he was sitting in the back of an enclosed van. He had been stripped down to his pants and there were ropes tied all around him. Matthew tried to protest, but there was some kind of tape plastered over his mouth so that he couldn't move his lips when he talked. And then he saw that the driver was wearing a gorilla mask over his head, and then man sitting beside him had the mask of a bird’s face over his head. Was this a nightmare? “He’s waking up,” the Bird Man chirped. “Rules of the road, boy,” the Gorilla growled. “You don't give us no trouble; we don't give you no trouble.” And then the Bird Man pulled a dark cloth bag down over Matthew’s head and kept in him in the dark until – Suddenly the bag was pulled off of Matthew’s head and he blinked his eyes until he saw that he was now in some kind of spare room in somebody’s house. “You can wait in here until your parents come across with the money,” the Gorilla growled at him. “But don't go getting no bright ideas.” “Yea,” the Bird chirped in his face. “We don't like delivering damaged goods, but I do enjoy taking a peck or two out of somebody as delicate as you.” Matthew cringed and he could feel his body starting to shake. It was obvious that both of these men were crazy. Then the two men pushed Matthew down onto an old mattress that didn't even have a sheet or a pillow on it, and then they began grabbing his body again while they tied his legs and ankles up with more strong ropes. “Remember, not one peep,” the Bird Man cackled. “Or I will have to peck you.” The cackling continued while the Bird Man and the Gorilla went out of the room and closed the door. Matthew didn't know how long he remained a captive in the small room. Maybe it was only hours, but it seemed like days while he rolled back and forth on the hard mattress and discovered that the biting ropes wouldn't let him get comfortable no matter which way he tried to lay. Suddenly the door opened and the Bird Man and the Gorilla both appeared again. “We got some bad news boy,” the Gorilla growled. “And we got some good news,” the Bird Man chirped. “The bad news is that your parents ain't going to pay the fifty-thousand we asked for if they wanted you returned to them.” The Gorilla shook his head from side to side. But the Bird Man sounded almost chipper as he told Matthew “But they will give us fifty-thousand if we keep you and another fifty-thousand if we don't return you until after your birthday. Isn't that sweet?” Matthew felt really sick in the pit of his stomach as he remembered the provisions of Grandpa’s will. If Matthew didn't show up at the lawyer’s office on his twenty-first birthday, all of Matthew’s share of his inheritance would go to his parents. “Make yourself comfortable,” the Gorilla growled as he pushed Matthew back down onto the mattress. And then they both laughed at him while they slammed the door and left him alone again. Matthew felt like crying. His parents couldn't do this to him! Then Matthew became angry. He would show them! It was very difficult since Matthew wasn't used to doing physical things, but he soon managed to stand up from the bed. Then he fought to keep his balance while he took little inching steps and little hops until he finally made it to the closed door. With a sigh of relief Matthew discovered that his captors hadn't bothered to lock him in. Matthew struggled to turn the door knob and then eased the door quietly and then peered outside. He didn't see anyone. So then Matthew began moving forward with little baby steps. There had to be a way out of here. Maybe it was down this way? Matthew slowly approached a corner in the hallway. Suddenly a big beefy hand shot out and grabbed Matthew by his face. Poor Matthew almost had a heart attack as the scary Gorilla mask moved really close to his nose. “Are you trying to be stupid?” the Gorilla growled. The next thing Matthew knew his body had been spun around and now strong hands were propelling him down the hallway. Then they came a door that was a little smaller than the other doors. The Gorilla opened the door to reveal a small closet. “You don't like the nice soft mattress we gave you?” the Gorilla sounded angry. “Fine! Try sitting on a hard floor for awhile.” Without any ceremony the Gorilla pushed Matthew’s body down into the closet until the hard floor slammed into Matthew’s buns. “Don’t worry,” the Gorilla laughed for the first time. “We're going to find plenty of things for you to do before your birthday gets here.” Then the Gorilla closed the closet door and put Matthew completely in the dark. Matthew had every reason to be scared, and he had every reason to cry, but instead a cold anger began to work its way up through his body. Somehow he would get out of this closet, and somehow he would get out of this house, and somehow he would show up at that lawyer’s office on time. Somehow he was going to fool them all! THE END   Mathew played by Mike Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 02/26/2006

House Work

23 photos; 5:11 video

Model: Braxton
Photography : Caitiff

Date of Productiopn: 02/14/2016

Yellow Jock

25 photos; 5:45 video

Model: Mac
Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/15/2016

ThreeXXXX by Latoo

29 photos; 6:09 video

“It was supposed to be a simple job.” I said to my three guests all tied up and struggling on the bed. “I should have been in and out in like ten minutes.” This whole thing started when I decided to XXXX over a house. I watched it for a few days and saw that there were to be what looked like three male roommates living there. After a week, I decided that when they all left at the same time, I would go in there and look around; I hid in the bushes until they all were gone and that is when I made my move. I sneaked through an unlocked window and started going through their stuff. “Geez.” I thought to myself. “I thought they would have better stuff than this shit. There is nothing good here!” At that moment, I heard the front door unlock. “Oh great…” I ran to the kitchen to hide. “Luckily, I brought some rope for this kind of emergency.” I heard to the footsteps go into the bedroom and I pounced upon him when his back was turned. I XXXX my hand over his mouth and locked his arms with my other. “MMMMMPH!” My captive struggled as I kept my grip hard on him. After about ten seconds of fighting with him, I managed to throw him onto the bed and XXXX his hands behind his back. He tried to fight, but I put all of my weight on him as I tied his hands with my rope. “Who the hell are you???!” The guy on the bed screamed at me. Suddenly, I heard the front door open again. “Fuck… again?” I panicked. I quickly dived into my pocket and pulled out a blue bandana; then I quickly shoved it into his mouth and I ran to hide again. “Hey Jim!” I heard from the door. “You here? The front door is open.” He went into the bedroom where he was stunned at the fact that he saw his roommate tied up and gagged on his bed. “MMMMMPHHHHHHH!” Jim grunted. “MMMMMMNONONONON!” “What are you doing here all tied up?” This guy said as he approached Jim. The second that he took a step, I pounced once again. I took him from behind and pushed him onto the bed. I pressed all of my weight again and despite his strong protests, managed to XXXX his hands behind his back and tied them up. “Perfect…” I sighed. “I can’t believe I have not one, but two problems to deal with.” Just as I said that, I heard yet again the front door open. “Ugh….” I dove into my pocket once again and dug out a red bandana. I shoved it into this guy’s mouth, tied it tightly, and hid once again in the kitchen. “Hey Jim and Dave!” I heard from the front door. “Stop leaving the front door unlocked! Talk about giving a robber a free XXXX…” He stopped once he went into the bedroom. “What the fuck… MMMMMM!” He screamed as I grab him from behind. I knew this guy as Eric because I heard the muffled grunts of Eric from the other two. This guy was a little harder to take down, but I managed to pin him to the bed and tie his hands. “Wow…” I stared at all three of my captives. “You couldn’t just stay out of the house. “Hey!” Eric screamed at me. “Who the hell do you think you are? You can’t just come in here and rob us!” “Be quiet!” I commanded as I found a orange bandana in my pocket this time. “You can call me Mr.X boys!” I smiled. “I thought I was going to rob you of your stuff, but there really isn’t anything worth taking.” My tied up guys just struggled through their tight ropes as I was talking to them. “Well, I mean you don’t have any material things I want.” I smirked. “Capturing you guys was an unexpected thrill. I think I’ll just take all three of you guys instead!” “MMMMMM!” All three grunted in protested. “Hahaha! Go ahead and struggle.” I laughed. “My knots will keep you in check… I think I have some time to play with each of you.” I was glad that I brought A LOT of rope. “There is no greater weapon than a prepared mind” I thought. I picked up my bag in which I had my rope in and pulled out red, white, and black coils. Then, I tied Jim’s feet with the red, Dave’s feet with the black, and finally Eric with the white. When I finished with all three knots, I had this sudden impulse; I quickly took off all three guys’ shoes and liked what I saw. “Ohhhh” I said. “You all have nice socked feet….” “MMMM!” All three once more protested. “Just one last thing….” I grabbed some rope. “I swear.” I hogtied each guy by their respective rope colors. After I was done, I watched them all struggle under my tight ropework. “Don’t you all look so cute all hogtied together. Well, let me grab my car and I can take all three of you in my trunk.” “MMMMMNONONONONONON” All three protested. “Oh, come on.” I said. “I’ll bring you back to my house. I guess this is what you call a ‘threeXXXX’ because I’m taking all three of you. Boys…. We are going to have fun tonight!” The End   Jim played by Sammy Eric played by Cliff Dave played by JMZ Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 11/16/2009

Skimpy

27 photos; 3:21 video

Model: Tye Photography: Caitiff   Date of Production: 08/23/2006

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

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

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