Jeopardy by Fidelis

20 photos

"Alex, I'll pick World Capitals for eight hundred dollars." "Mike, the question is" Tony lay sprawled on the floor, watching TV. He was busy keeping score ­ if he had been a contestant, he would be winning. He had the sound on the television turned up high, competing with the noise of his neighbour's stereo so he didn't notice the faint rattling at the front door. "Yes!!!!" Tony added another eight hundred dollars to his score. This guy was so slow ­ everyone knew that the capital of Uruguay was Montevideo. His glee was short-lived. His front door swung open, and a man brandishing a concealed item burst into his apartment. "Who the fuck are ..?" "On your knees, big boy. Hands over your head!" With the concealed item pointed straight at him, Tony slowly got to his knees and raised his hands. He had no idea why this lunatic was in his apartment, but he wasn't going to argue him. Mrs. Rodriguez hadn't raised a stupid son. The intruder whipped some rope out of his knapsack and started tying Tony's hands and arms behind his back. Then he pushed Tony down on his side, and bound his feet together. "OK, big boy, where is it?" "Where is what? I don't know what you're talking about!" "Don't play stupid with me, big boy. I know that you've got it. Where is it! Tell me or you'll be sorry." The evil intruder started plucking out hairs from Tony's fuzzy chest. "Ouch, stop! Pleeeezzze! Stop!" "Ha, fuzzy wuzzy doesn't like this does he? Just tell me where it is, I'll take it and be gone. Otherwise fuzzy wuzzy won't have any hair." "Please, I don't know what you're talking about! Honest! Just tell me what you're after." "That was your last chance, big boy. Open up." "No, please, don't.MMMMGGGGHHHHH." Tony choked as the bad guy shoved a balled up bandanna into his mouth. He lay there helplessly as a white rag was tied tightly around his head, holding the bandanna in his mouth. "That will keep you quiet. And then when I find it..you might wish that you had talked when you could." Tony listened as the guy tore his apartment apart. He had no idea what this guy was looking for, but he knew that he had to get out of there, and fast. He struggled against his ropes, but they were tied too tightly for him to get loose. He tried yelling through his gag, but with combination of his TV and the stereo next door blaring away drowned out any noise that he could make. OK. Time for Plan B. Tony struggled to his feet. If he could just get outside, to the hallway, he would bang on doors until someone helped him. All he had to do was to reach the door, get it open and get into the hall. He took little hops, trying not to overbalance. He didn't want to fall down ­ the sound might alert the intruder. YES!!! He was at the door. Tony tried to open it, whimpering in frustration as his sweaty palms failed to get a grip on the doorknob. Finally, he managed to get a good hold on it, and somehow managed to turn it. He started to pull the door open, grunting with the effort. Just one more minute and he would be safe. "Where the hell do you think you're going, big boy? You get right back here." Tony could have wept with frustration as the intruder put his arms around him, and XXXX him back into the room. Why was the guy holding him so tight? And why was his hand down there? Hmmm. Tony blushed. Having that hand squeezing him down there was having an effect on him. "Down you go, big guy." Tony grunted as he was shoved down onto the floor. Ouch, that hurt. "Gee, fuzzy wuzzy, it looks like I hit the wrong apartment. According to your drivers license, you aren't Mike Blas. And this isn't 14 Garden Grove. But since I've gone to all this trouble, I think that I deserve some recompense. Let's see what's inside those shorts." Tony moaned as his underwear was pulled down and he felt a hand moving over his smooth butt cheeks. It was bad enough that he had missed the rest of Jeopardy, but now this guy was going to XXXX him. How much worse could this evening get? THE END   Tony played by Anthony Photography by Caitiff    

My New Puppy by Gilroy

20 photos; 9:44 video

I so hated these rich boys , thinking they could do whatever they wanted, that they were so tough just because they had always had the money to get away with whatever they wanted. So when I had a chance to get my hands on one, I took it. Sam Nelson liked to bet big. To bad he also lost big. But unfortunately he didn't’ always pay back his debts. So a bookie friend asked me to teach young Sam a lesson. “Sure” I said. I would teach a lesson or two. The first part was the hard part. I waited until young Sam was alone and then grabbed him. I had learned a neck pinch move from a guy into martial arts. Sam went down like a sack of rocks. I was glad I was a big guy because otherwise I might not have been able to drag him to my van. When I got him to my special house, the one I used for teaching uppity young punks “lessons’, I dragged him out and up to a bed room. I plopped his nice bubble butt into a chair. Sam was still out. I hand cuffed his hands behind his back and then tied his feet to the chair. I tied some more of the black rope around his broad chest and to the chair. I had done this lots of time before. I knew how to make sure Sam didn't’ go anywhere. “Oooohhhh”, Sam moaned. He was waking up. Just in time. I wanted him to be awake for this part. The expression on his face was priceless. The poor schmuck had no idea that he had been XXXX. And even if he had, he would have just thought I wanted the money. He would was wrong. I had plenty of money. I wanted him. “Mmm!”, I put my hand tightly over Sam’s mouth. Time he learned talking was a privilege he hadn’t earned. I did that for a few minutes, enjoying the sensation of Sam squirming under me. However I had other things I needed to do to Sam. I needed both my hands free. So I gagged Sam with a black cloth I found near by. It was still rolled dup and scummy from the last guy I had gagged with it. I wedged it between Sam’s lips and tied it secretly behind his head. Sam made pitiful little moans through his gag, begging for mercy. It was so cute. It was like the kinky bondage version of finding a lost puppy. However this puppy had yet to be trained. And he had way too much clothing. Pets had no need for clothes. Sam would have jumped when he saw me pull out the scissors if he hadn’t been so securely tied to the chairs. He might have thought I was going to hurt him. Of course not but I did kind of appreciate the fear in his eyes. It started with a snip and then a rip. And then whole lot of strip. That awful looking polo came first, exposing a nice chest. Seems Sam liked the tattoos. Next came the khakis. I ripped and stripped, pulling large swaths of cloth off my struggling new puppy. I made to sure to touch his bare skin as I did so in the most intimate ways I could. I wanted Sam to understand that he was mine to do with as I pleased and there was nothing he could do about it. Last came the underwear. Sam’s face was beet red, from fear, anger or embarrassment I couldn’t be sure. Probably all three. This was the e last weak defense against being totally vulnerable he had. Once his jockey’s were gone, he would be exposed. I took my time, snipping a little here and a little there while I massaged his junk through the soft fabric. I wanted Sam to put on a good show. Young Sam did not disappoint. It was well hung. It wasn’t monstrous but a good length and thickness. And Sam seemed to respond well to stimulation. His muffled cries through the gag said no but his dick had a completely different opinion. If Sam took to his training, I thought I might just pay off his debts myself. The End?   Sam Nelson played by Mickey O'Shea Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:12/15/2010

Snatch Part 2

19 photos; 4:03 video

Model: Donovan Photography by Nick007 Date of Production: 4-17-2015

XXXX Talk by Caitiff

27 photos; 5:44 video

In hindsight, Mark should have kept his mouth shut. He hadn’t realized the consequences of his actions. But his dad has cut him off and Mark was mad. The old man had tonnes of money. After a few beers, Mark’s better judgment took a holiday. he was bitching to his friends about sorry his dad would be if Mark were to be taken. Yeah that would show his dad. Mark and his new buddies could fake Mark’s takening and collect a huge wad of cash. By the time the XXXX were finished with him, Mark was too XXXX to drive or barely stand. He hadn’t meant a word of what he had said, of course. But the guys he had met at the bar didn't’ know that. They decided right then a and there that Mark had a great idea. They took the barely conscious Mark to Mark’s house. They would have to make it look realistic of course. So they tied Mark up. Lengths of rope were wound around Mark’s wrist, nice and tight. Then more rope was used to tie up Mark’s ankles. Now even if they put Mark on a polygraph, he could say honestly he was held prisoner. Mark of course was still XXXX and didn't’ put up any kind of fight as he was bound hand and foot. “Is that it? Should we wake him up?” “No,we need to gag him too. It’s not bondage if he ain’t gagged. Hand me that bandanna over there.” They stuffed the filthy rag into Mark’s mouth. They slapped duct tape over Mark’s mouth to make sure the bandanna stayed in. Then just to cover their bases they took an old t-shirt and tied around mark’s head to make sure that Mark couldn’t get the tape off. “Uhh if he’s gagged, how will he tell us his plan?” “Don't’ worry, the other shanghaier said, “He explained it all in the bar, remember? “ Following Mark’s rambling an barely coherent plan, the two men took pictures of Mark and then left to mail their demands to mark’s father. If things worked out as Mark said, they could just leave Mark here to be found later. The men, still pretty XXXX, left mark bound and gagged on the bed. “Mmmmm...”, by this time Mark was slowly coming out of his stupor. The first thing Mark realized as he painfully came back to consciousness, was his head was pounding. The second was that he couldn’t move his hands nor feet. “Mmmmffaa? Mmmmppphh!”, Mark let out an angry grunt, finding he was well gagged. There was a foul tasting rag shoved into his mouth. He tried to push it out with his tongue but there was tape holding it in, pressed tight against his face by another rag. What the hell had happened last night? He could see waking up next to some strange woman but tied up?! Mark began working at the ropes binding his hands but after several attempts could find no slack. Nor could he find any knots. The ropes around his feet were no less tight. All Mark could do was roll from side to side as he struggled to get free. But as he did it soon became more and more apparent that he wasn’t going to get free. Hours passed with no luck. The rag in his mouth seemed like a solid lump of saliva. None of his neighbors seemed to heart his gagged cries for help. All he had really managed to do was slip his hands over his ass, leaving him in an even more uncomfortable position. Then his phone rang. Mark couldn’t answer it of course. Finally the answering machine picked up. “Mark, this is your father...” “Mmmmmm!”, Mark grunted through his gag, even though he knew his father couldn't’ hear him. His father continued, “ Do you think I’m an idiot? I cut you off and then I get a ransom demand? And the pics are you in your apartment?! Well forget it. It’s not going to work. Did you really think I’d never heard of that scam before? Shit it was Hawaii Five O for Christ’s sake. You can stay cut off until you’ve learned your lesson. And be grateful I didn't’ call the police. Your mother almost had them coming over to check your apartment.” The phone hung up. Mark did eventually get loose. But his father never did believe that Mark hadn’t arranged his own XXXX. And Mark never got XXXX at a bar again. The End   Mark played by Matt Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:08/20/2010

INTRUDER ALERT! by SoftTouch

29 photos; 4:34 video

I was having such a nice XXXX after my morning workout. I probably could have XXXX the whole morning away, but there was this strange computer voice right out of a science fiction movie screaming "Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert!" I promised myself that I wasn't going to watch science fiction any more and turned my head over onto the other side of the pillow, but that voice kept right on screaming into my ear "Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert!" Damn! I opened my eyes and rolled over and... There were two guys dressed in dark coveralls with dark pantyhose masks pulled down over their faces standing right inside my bedroom door. The big one -- I'll call him the Rabbit because he had his pantyhose tied like two big ears standing on top of his head -- growled "He ain't supposed to be here!" The little one -- I'll call him Dopey because the top of his pantyhose was just drooping over to one side of his head like Dopey's hat -- giggled in a high-pitched voice "Guess that's one on you Boss." "Get him!" growled the Rabbit. Before I could get my eyes all the way open, they both charged me. Strong hands grabbed me and pinned me down on my bed. "No, wait a minute, you can't--Mmmph!" The Rabbit held me down while Dopey giggled and plastered strips of tape all over my mouth. And then everything started happening too fast for me as I felt their strong hands all over my body, and then there was rope -- lots and lots of rope -- and the next thing I knew my arms were tied and being stretched back to where my ankles were tied, and my whole body was bent up like a pretzel. I struggled and I strained until I managed to roll over onto my back while I tried to beg past the sticky tape all over my lips for these strange intruders to please let me go. But I couldn't get any words past my plastered lips, only strange sounds like a little trapped animal makes. And then the Rabbit ran his big hand over my chest and his fingers plucked at my silver nipple ring. "Nice jewelry," he sneered at me. I think I screamed because I was sure that he was just going to rip that silver ring right out of my flesh, and I begged really hard with my eyes until his cruel fingers finally let go of me. "Naw Singlet Boy, I've got a better idea for keeping you under control." I sighed with relief and then screamed again into my sticky tape because now I could feel the Rabbit's strong fingers wrapped all around my crankshaft. He pulled on me really hard and stretched me all out until I thought I was going to faint from the pain. And then there was nothing I could do as I felt smaller ropes being wrapped all around my crank and my shaft. What was he going to do to me? Then the Rabbit pulled my wrists and my ankles closer together and sharp pains shot through my arched back. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could feel his busy fingers tying those smaller ropes to my wrists and ankles. Then all of a sudden he let go of me. A screaming pain shot all through my body and tears jumped into my eyes. My crankshaft was now tied to my wrists and my ankles so that every time I moved them even a little bit, a massive pain shot right through my crank. "Yea, he'll behave now," the Rabbit growled. "Let's get the rest of that stuff loaded before somebody notices our van on the street." Dopey and the Rabbit left me alone to suffer with my pain. I could hear them now more than see them as they hurried back and forth, stripping everything of value from my apartment, and carrying it all out to their van. I just lay there the whole time trying to move as little as possible while I tried to ignore the throbbing pain that was coming from my crankshaft. What seemed like a long time later, Dopey came into my room and I guess he took a little pity on my because he untied my crankshaft and then retied the other ropes so that I could stretch out on my stomach. I thanked him behind my plastered lips and almost drifted back to XXXX before the Rabbit came into my room. "What the hell'd you untie him for?" The Rabbit pounced on me with both of his big hands and growled while he grabbed at my singlet and started to yank it right off of me. Then he shoved me back down onto the bed. "Don't just stand there!" he roared at Dopey. "Grab his ankles!" Oh no, not again. Strong hands grabbing my body, cruel ropes, biting into my skin, a dull pain all through my arched back, and then the sharpest pain of all was once again screaming through my crankshaft. "Happy XXXX-time Singlet Boy." The Rabbit laughed at me like a big bullfrog. And then Dopey joined in with his high-pitched giggle as they both went out of the room and left me all alone. And those were the last sounds I heard for a very long time. THE END   Model: Marco Photography: Caitiff   Date of Production: 07/24/2009

A Well Deserved Spanking

19 photos; 4:46 video

Model: Raphael Model: Cliff Photography by Nick007 Date of Production: 3-28-2015

The Stool Pigeon by Caitiff

28 photos

Sidney was in trouble. It was probably the fact that he was tied up in a grungy basement that was his first clue. “We know it was you, Sidney!”, the leader of Sydney’s Gang, Mickey, spat out. “Look, I tell you it wasn’t me. I didn't’ tell the cops nothing!” “I’m sick of this guy!”, Joey the gang’s muscle said as he grabbed Sidney’s head in a head lock and squeezed. “It wasn’t me. I don't know what you think I said but..Mmmmmppphhh!”, Joey’s hand clamped over Sidney’s mouth. As much as he struggled, Sidney couldn’t break free of Joey’s vice like grip over his mouth. His protests came out as mumbled moans. Joey held on tight, cutting off Sidney’s air. Fortunately for Sidney, Joey didn't’ seem to want to actually kill Sidney. Yet. He let go as Sydney’s face began to turn blue. Catching his breath, Sidney tried once more to defend himself. “Look, I can’t be the guy who ratted us out because I..Ooph!, but once again Joey kept him from talking. This time Joey sucker punched him in the gut. Then to keep him quiet tape was put over Sidney’s mouth. Joey then grabbed Sidney by the neck and squeezed just enough to make sure that Sidney understood how fucked he was. “No one wants to hear it. we know you went to the pigs last night.” Last night?! Sidney had been screwing his girlfriend all of last night. She could vouch for him. But tape gagged, Sidney couldn’t tell them that. How the hell did these guys get the idea that he had gone to the cops anyway? Sidney had his legs tied tightly together. Joey stared threateningly at Sidney. “Don't’ even think of going anywhere, punk!”, Joey said. “So what are we going to do with jabber jaws over there?”, another member of the gang asked. ”If my info is right, the cops are waiting for him to give them a signal before they move in. No signal, no cops. At least for a while.” Joey explained. “So we keep him on ice. For now.”, Mickey said. “And after?” “I got some chains and cement in the back. Fishes won’t mind one more good meal.”, Joey said with a sneer. He seemed to be anxious to do Sidney in. Bound and gagged, Sidney was a helpless spectator to the planning of his own demise. His one chance came when the gang went off to another room, confident that their captive wasn’t going to go anywhere. Sliding his ass off the stool, Sidney bunny hopped towards the back door. It was his only chance. The front of the house had his erstwhile partners. Unfortunately his captors weren't’ complete idiots. The back door was barred literally by a large metal pole. With his hands bound behind his back, Sidney doubted he could open the door. But if he didn’t he was fucked. “Going some where?”, Joey whispered. Sidney jumped as mush as his bondage allowed. He hadn’t noticed Joey come down at all. “You’ve been such a good sport, I almost feel guilty.” Huh? What was Joey talking about? and why was she whispering? It was as if he didn't’ want the others to hear. “Funny story. When Mickey found out there was a stool pigeon, I had to get a fall guy and you got picked. It was me that told them you went to the cops last night. But don't’ worry, I’’m not going to kill you. But you will be stuff in a trunk in the garage until the police can find you.” That son of a bitch! But Sidney had no time to contemplate Joey’s confession. Behind them the rest of the gang was coming down the stairs. “MmmmmmmPphh!””, Sidney moaned through his gag right before joey punched him in the jaw. Unable to defend himself, Sidney went down. Then Joey kneed him in the gut. Now stunned as well as bound and gagged, Sidney was meek as a sheep as Joey picked Sidney up over his shoulder and began to carry him out. “Mmmmmm!”, Sidney moaned pitifully as he was carried away. The gag made sure that he couldn't repeat Joey’s confession. “So long. have fun feeding the fishes, you rat bastard!” Mickey said as Joey carried Sidney away. “don’t worry buddy, ”, Joey said mockingly as Sidney continued his vain struggle, “I’ll take care of your girlfriend. In fact, I’ll be hitting that piece of ass up tonight.” And Sidney knew Joey wasn’t kidding. The End   Sidney played by Mitch Joey played by Rod   Date of Production: 11/15/2007

Snatch Part 1

32 photos; 6:04 video

Model: Ron Jefferies Snatcher: Dean Photography by Nick007 Date of Production: 4-17-2015

Spread and Exposed

20 photos; 6:10 video

Model: Cliff Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:09/14/2013

The Stud by Caitiff

32 photos; 3:09 video

Damn he was hot, Tony thought. All Johnny Cash in his black shirt and pants. He was a stud. a fucking hot as shit sexy as hell love machine and he was going to get so laid tonight! Tony sprayed on extra cologne with the pheromone musk. Tony had struck out with all the secretaries at his work so he was surprised when one of them recommended a bar where the ladies were all looking to hook up. And if the women were as slutty as advertised, Tony had his little bag of helpers he had bought from his dealer. A combination of roofies and Spanish Fly the guy had said. Tony carefully followed the directions to the bar. It was in a dark corner of town Tony had never gone too before. The whole place seemed somehow creepy. He could almost swear he saw two dudes holding hands and kissing as he drove by but pushed the thought out of his head. Why would a dude want to kiss another dude? Finally he found the bar he was looking for, The MANdate. Weird name for a bar but the music sounded great. Tony could bust a move and impress the chicks. Unfortunately there didn’t seem to be a lot of women here. It was a total sausage factory. Finally he saw a hottie sitting by herself. That was weird because one would think that all the men here would have swarmed all over a hot piece of tail like that. But the other men in the bar didn’t seem to notice her. Oh well, Tony thought, their loss. “Hey baby, what you doing here?”, Tony said smoothly. Or at least it was smooth in his own head. “Uhh having a drink.” “You know that glass ain’t the only thing you could wrap your lips around tonight.” “Excuse me?!” “Does that bar stool have a tongue? Funny, I do!” “What the? Asshole, get away from me!” Damn none of his best lines were working. Time for plan B. “Wait, I’m sorry. I was a jerk. Let me buy you a drink to make up for it and I’ll never bother you again.” “Fine whatever.”, The woman rolled her eyes but went back to her drink. Tony bought a fruity drink, the kind girls liked and before he got back to the table slipped one of the little white pills in his pocket into the glass. He laid the drink on the table. Now it was just a matter of waiting. “Hey Did you slip something into my girls friend’s drink?”, A man accused Tony. wait, that wasn't’ a man, he had breasts. “’What.. No! I don't’ know what you are talking about!” , Tony lied but by this time the bouncer had come over. “This sleaze slipped something into My girlfriend’s drink!” “Is that true sir?” “No. Of course not. “ “Then why don't’ you take a drink. Prove it!”, the disturbingly mannish looking woman demanded. And why did she keep calling her friend her “girlfriend”? Wait a minute! The rusty gears behind Tony’s beetle brow slowly began to churn. Something weird was going on here. “Uhh I don’t drink. I mean, that’s a fag drink. I mean...”, Tony was now drawing a crowd and for some reason they seemed to not like Tony. “Ok I put a little relaxer in there. So what? is that a crime?” “Uhh yes. Yes it is..”, the Bouncer said as if talking to a small XXXX. Sweat ran down Tony’s face. He had to get out of here. Quickly he rushed for the door... and didn't’ make even two feet before the bouncer gut punched him. Tony collapsed to the ground. .... Tony awoke slowly. The first thing he noticed was his hands were tied behind his back. The second thing he noticed was when he tried exclaiming, “What the Fuck.” Instead only incoherent “mmphs” came out. Tape had been wrapped around his head, sealing his mouth. With difficulty Tony managed to get a sitting position. “I’m not sure we should do this.”, Tony heard the bouncer say. Beside him was another man. “I told you, ”, the other man said, “I cant’ afford to have the cops involved. They would love to use any excuse to shut this place down. “Mmmpph!” Tony complained. Ok, so he tried to get laid in a less then ethical manner but that didn’t mean they could just tie his ass up like this. “Tie his feet and then go. I’ll take care of this guy. don’t worry. he won’t say anything. not unless he wants to be dropped off at the police with that little bag of his. He has as much to lose as we do. More.”, the other man said and despite his struggles, Tony soon had his legs bound. The bouncer and his boss then left, leaving Tony alone in the bar’s back room to struggle and moan. He fought against the ropes but they held him tight. Tony tried to scream for help. But somehow he had the idea that even if he hadn’t been gagged, few would all that interested in helping him. Tony stayed like that for hours in agony. Not just from being bound and helpless but because the roofies wasn’t the only XXXX he had purchased. The Viagra was kicking in and his dick rubbed against the fabric of his pants. He was horny as hell and now way to get off. The bar owner came back in to check on his guest. He seemed about to say something but noticed the bulge in Tony’s trousers. “Well, maybe you didn’t come to the wrong bar after all.”. Tony was XXXX to his feet. His eyes went wide as his fly was unzipped and his hard dick flipped right out. But the man did not stop at his penis. Tony’s short was unbuttoned and his hairy chest exposed. “Well, aren’t we the macho one. Always liked the chest hair. Smooth boys do nothing to for me.”, the man played with Tony’s nipple’s. Tony grunted in XXXX and rage as his chest and dick were played with. But bound and gagged, there was nothing Tony could do. His pants were pulled down and Tony’s molester seemed to take special delight in playing with tony’s balls as they flopped around. The man then took each of Tony’s bubble buns in his hands and rubbed them. And to Tony’s XXXX, his dick only got harder. Tony had no interest in being felt up by another guy. But his dick wouldn’t go down. And the pressure was getting worse. The bar owner seemed to know exactly where to put his hands. Except every time Tony was sure he would explode, the bar owner moved to a new spot on his body. Tony grunted in rage at the frustration. Tony was whirled around and his ass slapped hard. “Sorry buddy but I think you owe everyone something before you get yours. But don't’ worry. You’ll get laid tonight. One way or the other. I couldn't’ forgive myself if I let an ass that nice get away.” Tony’s eyes went wide at that statement. he was pushed back onto the table and left alone again. Desperately he struggled again in his ropes and as before he remained as tied up as ever. And any minute a bar full of horny gay guys was going to fuck him! What the hell was he going to do?! Back in the bar the owner sat down to get a drink. “You really going to have fun with that guy?”, the bartender asked. “Good God I’m tempted. An ass like that is wasted on a straight dude. But no. Let him stew for a while, worrying about it though. Serve the bastard right. we’ll let him go in the morning.” The next day Tony almost got fired for being so late to work. But he was a lot more respectful towards woman ever since. The End   Model: Mike Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 08/21/2008

Good Neighbor Policy by Kurt

26 photos; 2:21 video

There he was, XXXX like a little blond angel. And here I was, in his living room, with a pile of rope and a dirty mind. Patrick and I had become buddies over the past 6 months, and one time after a few (quite a few) beers, he had let it slip that he was turned on by the idea of being overpowered by another guy. He had gone to great lengths explaining how it was not a sexual thing, that he liked chicks, etc. etc., but that he had this weird kink about being jumped and tied up by a strange guy since he was a kid. We had exchanged keys to each other's places, so gaining access was no problem. It was a matter of timing. I wanted to catch him unexpectedly, and help him live out his fantasy. Being a frustrated actor, I knew I'd enjoy playing the role of the bad guy, and he could relax knowing it was me and enjoy his fantasy to the fullest. But I had no intention of playing around with the bondage. That part was going to be real. You see, I get turned on by bound guys, too! My lean, blond friend awoke almost immediately when I clamped my hand over his mouth. The panicked expression on his face was priceless, and I couldn't help smiling as I growled out my lines. "Do as I say and you won't get hurt, got it, punk?" "Mmmpphhh!" A quick flip and he was off the sofa and onto the carpet. Enjoying every moment, I whipped some rope around his wrists and knotted it off. "C'mon, man, what are you doing?" whined my surprised prey when I released my hand from his mouth. "Shut up!" I replied as I pulled a red bandanna from my back pocket and jammed it into his mouth, pulling it as tightly as I could behind his head and double-knotting it. I had to admit he looked as cute as hell lying there in his striped pajama bottoms with the red cloth gag contrasting so nicely with his bright blond hair. Unraveling a few more coils of rope, I took my time hogtying him. I enjoyed the hot grunts he made as the ropes were pulled tight, contorting his body into an arc. He began to roll around, struggling to find any looseness, but there was none. I'd been tying knots ever since Cub Scout days, and he wasn't getting out till I let him out. I took his place on the sofa and watched the show, enjoying every twist and roll and grunt until the poor guy exhausted himself. I taunted him, staying in character as best as I could, and the quizzical look on his face as he struggled in true bondage for the first time was funny and sexy at the same time. "Well, buddy," I said, finally, "I guess you could always break into my place next week." The End   Ritchie played by DJ Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:03/14/2006

Home Invasion by Sammy

28 photos

Chad was exhausted, he needed the overtime but all the extra hours at work were taking their toll. He had finally gotten some time off and he was going to get some much deserved XXXX. After stripping down to his boxer-briefs he laid down. Soon his eyelids began getting heavy as he drifted off to XXXX. It was not long before he woke with a start; when he opened his eyes he was staring down the barrel of a concealed item! Behind the concealed item a hefty man in a ski mask was glaring down at him. “Well, looks like XXXX beuty is awake.” “What do you mmmMMffFFFHHHhhh?!” Before Chad could finish the sentence the hefty man was beside him in bed with a meaty hand clamped over his mouth and the concealed item still pointed at him. “You, talk to much. Shut, the hell up!” growled the hefty man. Chad struggled futilely against the mans hand-gag. Even with only one arm holding him Chad just was not strong enough to break loose. “MMmmFFffetMMHHGo” “Keep it up and you will be sorry”, hissed the hefty man as he raised the concealed item and aimed it at Chad. Chad immediately went XXXX and passive. “Good. good I like my guys nice and submissive. Now here is the deal, this is a robbery I am going to have a look around and see if there is anything I want. But right now I don’t want you getting in my way.” From out of nowhere the man pulled out several lengths of rope and began wrapping them tightly around Chad’s arms and legs. Chad started protesting as the hefty man began binding him up. “Please don’t tie that tight rope around me. It really hurts. Chad could feel each coil of the rough rope bite deeply into his tender flesh. “Ouch,” moaned Chad. “I really dommmFFFhhh, MMMMpppHHHH. “ The hefty man XXXX a green bandana beween his teeth and tied the loose ends securely behind his head. “I told you to shut, the hell up. And just to make sure you stay quiet ...”, the man slathered a sticky piece of duct tape over Chad’s mouth also. When the hefty man had securely gagged Chad he finished tying him up. He had tied Chad’s hands behind his back and also tied his ankles and knees together. Chad strained against the ropes as the man walked out of the bed room to look around the house. No matter how hard he tried he was unable to get free. He stretched and pulled and finally manged to sit up on the bed. The rope kept biting deeper into his skin and his muscles throbbed from all the struggling. Chad also could not hide the fact that everything that had happened so far had him so turned on. If it had not been that he was also scared for his life he would be enjoying himself. After taking a break for few seconds Chad staggered to his feet and began slowly hopping towards the door. If he could just reach the door and slip out the back way he would be safe. With each hop the door got closer; just as he reached the door, it burst open and XXXX him off his feet. Chad lay on the floor dazed from the fall and looking up at the hefty man in the ski mask. “So, trying to escape, huh?” “Well guess I will just have to make sure you are not gonna be anymore trouble. “ The man pounced on Chad and using more rope he quickly pulled his legs and arms into a very painful hogtie.” Chad, howled in pain behind the gag. Then the man hefted Chad onto the dresser. “This should keep you out of trouble.” Chad struggle a litle on top of the dresser. The pain was so exquisite, that there was no denying how aroused he was now; even the man noticed. “Well, well nothing else in your house is worth a shit but it seems that I finally found something I want”, he said as he approached and slid his hand down the back of Chad’s underwear. “Yes, that’s nice and tight for me. Good, and maybe you get something you want from me too.” The man slowly began unzipping his pants...” The End   Chad played by Andre The Robber played by Sammy Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 04/13/2006

Sailor In Trouble 2

20 photos; 3:54 video

Model:Donovan Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:03/12/2013

Sitting Pretty

22 photos; 5:10 video

Model: Chad Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:07/11/2013

No Time to XXXX By Cryptococcus

31 photos

Doster loved to tie up men. He didn't dwell on the reasons why or even considerate it an aberration of his. If you asked him, he'd say that there's nothing unusual about men wanting to bound and gagged, tied and helpless, and he was only in the scene to accommodate these fellows. Fellows like Daniel - Daniel, sitting so handsomely on the edge of the bed, already comfortable in his restraints, comfortable in this place, and confident, obviously, in the intentions and gentleness of Doster. Just the way Doster liked to have his friends, in fact. Sounding him out at lunch the previous day, Doster had asked, "So, Daniel, what do you like to do or have done to you when you're tied up?"Do?" asked Daniel, surprised. "Well, I kind of like being helpless, you know." "You into sex during bondage?" Doster asked. Daniel coughed in embarrassment, sending some of his drink up into his nasal cavity. He couldn't believe his brand new friend Doster had asked that so nonchalantly while sitting at a table in a crowded Denny's. Then Daniel found that he simply had no answer. Sensing his discomfort, Doster did not further pursue the question. He decided to just follow the young fellow's lead. And first he had to find out how Daniel took his bondage. So far, so good, thought Doster. Daniel, bound hand and ankle reclined on the bed, cognizant of the vast amount of rope that Doster had not yet employed – on him! Daniel was thinking that this was too easy. Even when Doster added the gag, Daniel thought about his own body in bondage. The XXXX parallelism of his limbs, captured and bound together, incapable of separation, but capable of parallel movements. Doster was not thinking about such technical things. He was thinking that Daniel had a rosy glow that he admired. He did want to have sex with the young man, but he didn't want to rush the guy. If not in this session, he thought, then the next. On his side, on his back, Daniel could have fallen asleep. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable without those shorts riding so high on your hips?" asked Doster. Daniel considered, and then he nodded tentatively. "Great!" said Doster. He pushed Daniel's ankles down, straightening his legs, and placed Daniel's legs over his shoulder. He reached down with both hands and tugged Daniel's shorts down, exposing the twin globes of Daniel's ass. Daniel rolled onto his belly with his ass elevated, granting Doster a good view. "Still okay?" Doster asked. "Sure," or something very similar, Daniel said into the gag. "Great," said Doster. "Let's get your hands behind your back. We'll see how you do with that, and if you're okay, we'll go for a hog-tie." Daniel had not lost the feeling that his fantasies were being made true. He sat quietly while his hands were being untied, and then, without prompting, he pivoted around and offered Doster his wrists, now behind his back. Daniel raised an eyebrow when Doster twisted Daniel's hands around so that they were knuckle-to-knuckle instead of palm-to-palm and secured Daniel's wrists that way. It was simple, but effective, thought Daniel. Doster allowed his willing captive to get comfortable again in his new bondage state. Daniel knew that he was not helpless yet. He could still twist and even, if needed, hop. Daniel needed not worry because Doster soon had him hogtied with another rope from his ankles completely encircling the ropes at Daniel's wrists. And Daniel did not need to consider what Doster already knew and practiced: the wrists are not designed for pulling loads. The hog-tie part of the session would be short, but sweet, he hoped. Daniel tried to relax into his restraints. It was hard not to experiment a little, though, so he did, which delighted Doster. When Daniel rolled onto his back, flexed, and raised his butt off his bound wrists, Doster sighed so hard that his cheeks inflated momentarily. He thought that Daniel was perfect. He wanted this guy in bondage as often as this guy would let him. He liked the looks and the lines of the guy. Doster wanted to get Daniel all stretched out, hoisted on tiptoe, entirely naked. He wanted to feel, to touch every part of this handsome young man. "Hey, Daniel!" he said, and he grinned as his captive, showing his teeth locked around the gag, looked toward him. The end.   Daniel played by Kirk Photography by Sammy Date of Production: 06/12/2006    

Twink's Revenge by Caitiff

35 photos; 5:09 video

 “Forty..Forty one ..Forty two..” Jed’s muscles ached. He had been working out all day in the basement of his frat house. The school gym had better equipment but he liked the privacy. No one ever came to this part of the frat house basement. This was true especially now with summer break. Most of the rest of the fraternity had already gone. Well, almost everyone. Jed was the top jock in the frat, or at least he told himself that. He certainly acted like he was in charge. Unfortunately for him he had made a few enemies. Donald was one of them. No where near as muscular as most of the guys in the frat, he had taken Jed’s abuse for years. Donald had finally had enough. He knew he wasn’t near strong enough to take down Jed. But Donald wasn’t Jed’s only enemy. Five other guys had stayed behind after regretting Jed ot think they had gone. When the six guys came down the stairs, Jed only gave a dumb stare, uncomprehending of his fate. “What’s going on?” was all Jed had a chance to say before his frat brothers jumped him. With practised ease they soon had Jed’s hands tied behind his back. As much as he strained his bulging muscles, Jed couldn’t break free. “What the fuck..mmmm!” “I told you I would get you back.” Donald gloated at his captive after Jed’s mouth had been sealed with a few strips of sticky tape. “What do we do with him?”, Dylan, another of Jed’s traitorous brother, asked. “I got a few ideas.” Said Frankie, another target of Jed’s sadism. “I got a lot of ideas from all the shit he did to me” Jed sat on the work out bench, silenced by the gag. He continued to struggle against his bondage while his frat brothers conspired about what to do with him. Finally they came up with an idea. Jed knew he was in trouble when they stood him up so they could pull hi shorts down, exposing his ass. Jed was then pushed back down onto the bench and then bent over. Jed recognized the polished wooden paddle. Officially the pledge was not supposed to haze. That hadn't’ stopped Jed of course. Now Jed’s captors planned on giving him a taste of his own medicine. “MMMM!”, Jed vainly protested he was about top be paddled. But Donald stopped the first swing at the last moment. “Wait! We cant’ do this!” Thank God! That wussy finally came to his senses, thought Jed. “We don't have a clear path to his ass. We need to retie him.” “Mmmpphmmm!?” As strong as he was, Jed was still sore from his work out and he was up against six guys. So they again had no problem retying his hands, this time in front of him. Then he was XXXX to lie belly down on the bench, his hands secured to the bench leg. A little more rope made sure that Jed’s legs were spread out. His ass was now open to whatever abuses the frat had in mind. “Ok now what?”, a brother asked. “We’ll start with the paddle, get that ass nice and red and tenderized. Then we can have some real fun.” “Mmm?” What did he mean “real fun”? Jed eventually found out. They kept Jed bound and gagged for a number of days doing every thing Jed had ever done to another frat brother. Jed became a lot better person when the next semester rolled around. The End   Jed played by Ryan Rockford Photography by Caitiff  

• Date of Production 03/14/2009

Tied to the Pole

21 photos; 5:18 video

Model: Dean Photography by Nick007 Date of Production: 4-17-2015

Criss Cross Part 3; Double Cross

18 photos; 5:08 video

Model: Garrett Model: Raphael Model: Cliff Photography by Nick007 Date of Production: 3-28-2015

Jordan's Day Off

20 photos; 3:34 video

Model: Jordan
Photographer: Zac Date of Production: 01/10/2015

Criss Cross Part 2; The Cross

23 photos; 5:08 video

Model: Raphael Model: Cliff Model: Garrett Photography by Nick007 Date of Production: 3-28-2015

The Dick by Caitiff

20 photos; 5:27 video

Ronnie was a dick. He was rude and full of himself and generally a.. well, a dick. But Ronnie also had a lot of money and that had always bought him some leeway with the guys he hung out with. Until now. Partying all night and getting XXXX, Ronnie had managed to insult every single one of his friends, most of the other partiers and one very hurt dog. Then, as if nothing had happened, Ronnie fell asleep on a chair. Ronnie continued to XXXX long after most of the guests had gone home. Ronnie had pretty much ruined the party anyway. Ronnie’s friend’s decided. This time Ronnie would learn his lesson. First they gagged Ronnie with a rag. Then they tightly bound his hands together with black rope. More cloth was stuffed into Ronnie's mouth and then kept there by a cloth tied over his mouth. Then to keep him seated in the chair, Ronnie’s ankle’s were tied to the legs of the chair. Ronnie didn’t begin to stir until after he was well tied and gagged. By then it was too late. “Mmmmpphh!?” Ronnie let out a surprised moan as he found he could not move his hands nor talk. Thinking it a joke, Ronnie was shocked when none of “friends” moved to untie him. Ronnie struggled and twisted in his bondage but to no avail. “Mmmm?? Mmphh mmmm!”, Ronnie tried to plead then threaten but the gag reduced everything he said to incoherent mumblings. “He’s moving around too much.” “Can we fix that? I don’t want this asshole getting away before he’s learned his lesson.” “Yeah we got more rope.” Ronnie soon found himself tied to the chair with more rope around his chest. Ronnie began to sweat. He had no idea what was going to happen to him. “I got an idea.” Somebody said and Ronnie had ear phones put over his ears. “It’s filled with white noise. He wont’ be able to hear a thing. Now we blind fold him. It’ll be like sensory deprivation. Then we have some fun.” The guy was right, Ronnie soon found out. He couldn't’ hear nor see, talk nor move. But he could still feel and what he felt disturbed him. His fly was undone and his dick pulled out. Slowly at first and then faster, he was stroked. Though it seemed weird, having no other sensory stimuli made the sensations of being stroked that much more intense. Ronnie could feel himself getting closer and closer. Ronnie's captors sensed it too because right before he could shoot, they stopped. “Mmmmm!”, Ronnie grunted. He only managed to elicit laughter. Then when he was almost soft, Ronnie felt hands on his junk. The process started all over again, always getting him close and never finishing him off. It would be along night for Ronnie. The End   Ronnie played by Matthew   Photography by Caitiff

Washed Up...Tied Down by Kurt

21 photos

The latest heat wave was driving Shawn crazy. It was 103 in the shade, and the only relief he got was jumping in and out of the shower. He sighed happily as he ran the hand-held spray over his steamy cock and nuts..the vibrating, cool water felt so good on his equipment. Feeling nice and fresh, Shawn stepped out and grabbed a fluffy towel. He began to dry himself off with the soft towel, admiring his toned body in the bathroom mirror. A sudden movement in the mirror caught his eye, and before he could even react, a hand was clamped over his mouth. Dropping the towel, Shawn tried to fight the intruder off, but taken by surprise, his arm was twisted behind his back and he felt the cold, sharp edge of a edge against the side of his neck. Catching sight of his attacker in the mirror, Shawn saw it was one of his homeboys, Joaquin, who was holding the edge against his throat. "You still owe me that two hundred, dickwad!" Joaquin hissed. Shawn could tell right away that Joaquin was high, and he realized he had to play this right to avoid getting hurt. Joaquin took his hand away, and Shawn tried to explain. "Hey, man, I haven't got my check yet. I told you you'd get it Friday! C'mon, man, check the edge!" "Shut the fuck up, and put your hands behind your back. I'm gonna take it out of your ass in trade!" "WHAT?" Shawn shouted. "You ain't gay...what the hell do you mean, 'in trade'?" "Naw, I ain't gay," said Joaquin, as he roped Shawn's wrists tightly behind his back. "But I been in the joint...pussy, cock, it's all the same to me!" A chill ran down Shawn's spine as Joaquin wrapped cord around his highly sensitive joint and ball sac, pulling the ropes under his ass cheeks and attaching them to his bound wrists. His cool shower a thing of the past, Shawn's body began dripping sweat as Joaquin knelt down and tied his ankles together. Smiling, Joaquin hugged his bound victim from behind, and roughly stroked his hardening dick. "Fuck, man, don't touch me like that!" Shawn protested. "Shut the fuck up," Joaquin said, tying a thick blue cloth into Shawn's mouth. Shawn winced as the gag was double- knotted behind his head. With a quick push, Shawn tumbled over onto his unmade bed, and was immediately straddled by his horny attacker, who began stroking his lean body, XXXX his unwanted attentions onto his bound and gagged captive. Shawn felt Joaquin's rigid cock brushing against his ass, and moaned loudly into his gag. But Joaquin just teased his bound body til every sense was inflamed, and his cock, pressed beneath him, throbbed agonizingly. After about 10 minutes of this torture, Joaquin climbed off and came back with some more rope. He folded Shawn's legs up and bound them to his wrists in a tight hogtie. Joaquin looked down at his hogtied and gagged prisoner and smirked. "Aight, dude, you dodged the bullet this time. I'll just take this I-pod as partial payment. Show up Friday with the cash or you know what'll happen." Joaquin turned and left, and Shawn began to struggle in his bonds. Panting and grunting into his gag, Shawn found a whole new meaning for"hot summer day". The End   Shawn played by Andre Joaquin played by Sammy Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 06/05/2006

Rivalry by Caitiff

36 photos

God I hated that Jerk Tim in Accounting! Always sucking up to the boss, always letting others do the work and then taking the credit! And he only got away with it because he was so eager to wiggle that cute little ass of his. Sure,the guy did have a nice ass, but that just made it even harder to take his bull. Tim needed to be taken down a peg. Fortunately our office has the worst security. The Boss went cheap and bought the fake cameras to scare away potential robbers but save money. and the locks on our aging building were easy to XXXX open. A ski mask and some gloves and I was set. Slacker that he was, even Tim had to work late occasionally and that’s what I found him doing. Well, he actually was playing video games. But he was so engrossed in that that he didn’t see him coming with my fake but real looking concealed item until it was too late. “What the fuck!”, he blurted out, spinning around in his chair. I didn’t say a word. No use ever giving him a chance to recognize my voice if he ever deigned to get off his high horse to talk to lowly old me. I just shoved him against the chair and motioned for him to shut up and stay still. Seeing my concealed item and believing it real, he complied as I quickly tied his hands to the chair. Once his arms were secured, I did the same to his legs. “What do you want?” Tim sputtered when he was finally tied up al the way. I guess he figured that since I didn’t just kill him right away, that wasn’t my plan. Of course I had no intention of actually physically harming him. I had something far worse in mind! “Look, I got money! Take it! I can get you into the safe if you wa..MMMPH!” That choad! He selling out the company’s money! And how did he get the combo to the safe? Only the boss was supposed to have that! I took special glee as I stopped his annoying begging by wrapping duct tape over his mouth and around his head. Silenced and helpless, tim could nothing but give me his infamous puppy dog eyes. Ignoring him I went to work on the computer. Seemed tim hadn’t been just just playing video games after all. There was some kind of program running that was transferring ever so small amounts of money to an account. Not a lot to make a dent in the profits. But when it was added up over time... I soon found the account it was going to and did a little programming of my own. Soon all that money was bouncing around blind accounts until I decided to grab the money. “Mmmaaa! Mmmnnnnmmoooo!”, Tim shook his head and struggled violently in the chair to which he was bound. Inside I chuckled. Who knew how long tim had been working on this little scheme. and now I had gotten rid of it all as he looked on, Bound and gagged and helpless to stop me. And he could never even report what had happened without incriminating himself. But I was far from done with out cute little embezzler with the nice ass. and Tim knew it as he looked into my eyes. I wanted to see just what the Boss saw in this guy. So I began to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. “Mmm? Mmmffaammmaammmffph!?”, I heard Tim say through his gag. Didn’t understand a word of it but he sure understood me as I ripped open the shirt of his expensive suit and tugged the pants down around his ankles. Tim was an even bigger slut then I had realized. He had no underwear on, totally free balling. Undoubtedly he was used to having his pants down around his ankles at work. To really bring the point home, Tim’s dick was saying hello. Well, who was I to turn down an invitation? “Mmmm! Mmmmmm!!” Tim’s dick responded to the touch of my hands rather nicely. It was rather well trained and Tim’s hips began to jerk in time to my tugs. The little he-whore! Even bound and gagged and at the mercy of (to him) a total stranger, he was putting out! My handiwork was quite good. Tim was soon panting through his tape gag and I could tell he was about to explode. So naturally I stopped. “Mmmm?” Tim moaned. Apparently he wasn’t used to anybody giving him the cold shoulder before. I waited until he was just soft enough and then started up again And again stopped just as he was about to get off. Start and stop, start and stop. and each time, like a sex crazed pavlovian dog, tim’s manhood took the bait despite himself. After about doing this six times, I stopped one more time and looked at him, motioning to ask if he wanted me to continue. “Mmmm! Mmmmaaph!”, Tim nodded desperately. I smiled under my mask. Under different circumstances I would have happily taken his guy all the way and kept going. But I had a job to do and needed ot get back to it. So instead I took Tim’s rather nice and certainly expensive tie and tied one end around his engorged dick. The other end went around his neck, XXXX him to stare down at what had gotten him into his mess. I wondered if he would ever ge the lesson. I then closed out of the program that had transferred the money (lest it be discovered by whomever discovered Tim) and gave him a look that he immediately knew meant. You aren’t worth it. Of course, he was, with that smooth muscular chest and the boyish face and the body that obviously could go on and on. But no use in letting him know that. Tim’s ego was unbearable already. So I left him, tied up tightly and gagged into silence, his dick still hard because of the tie knotted around it’s base. And me properly revenged and about 1.2 million richer. When I came back to work the next day, no one even suspected I had anything to with it or even about the missing money. That was the good news. The bad news was when the Boss had discovered out little bondage boy still all tied up and gagged tightly the next morning, he didn’t fire him at all. Instead he got a raise for the “emotional distress”! There ain’t no justice! Of course, given what I now know about Tim and how he handles restraint, I was sure if he ever go too cocky again, I could fix that. Maybe next time a little XXXX would be in order. The End?   Tim played by Troy Photography by Caitiff    Date of Production: 06/18/2005

Criss Cross Part 1; The Job

43 photos; 5:49 video

Model: Raphael Model: Cliff Model: Garrett Photography by Nick007 Date of Production: 3-28-2015