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Craig
28 photos
Model: Craig
Photographer: Zac
Date of Production: 01/10/2015 -
Tight Situation by Fidelis
28 photos
Jared chugged along on the mower, feeling the sun beating down on his bare chest, relaxing as he listened to some of his favourite tunes. Life was good, he loved his job – except when someone like the Lawson’s cranky neighbour yelled at him for playing his music too loud. Jeez, how was he supposed to hear his music over the sound of the mower if he didn’t have it cranked up full blast? The guy probably listened to Barry Manilow or Neil Diamond or some other gross old fart. He couldn’t appreciate real… "ARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!" Jared clutched at his throat as something tight went around it. Desperately trying to get his fingers beneath the lasso that was suddenly encircling his neck, he was dragged off of the mower. As he was dragged across the smooth green lawn like a fish on a hook, he saw the tractor mower veer of course and crash into Mrs. Lawson’s prized rose garden. Shit, he thought, she is going to be SO pissed! And then, as he choked, trying to suck air into his heaving lungs, everything went dark. "Come on, come on. Wake up" Jared’s eyes fluttered open as his head was shaken back and forth, strong fingers twined in his hair. "Come on asshole, wake up and smell the roses! Ha ha ha, get it? Smell the roses? That bitch is going to be so ticked off with you young man. If there is anything left of you when I’m finished with you, she’s going to chew it up and spit it out." "GGGGMMMHHH! MMWHATMDOING? GGGAHHHEEEELLLP!" Jared panicked. The Lawson’s cranky neighbour was looming over him, and he seemed to be all tied up and gagged. Jared could feel what seemed to be hundreds of feet of rope tied around his wrists and arms and ankles. As he tried to lurch to his feet he discovered that even his big toes were bound together. Jared moaned into the cloth that had been tied cruelly tight between his teeth. What was going on here? He gasped as he was thrust backward, landing on his bound arms. "You really are a dickhead, aren’t you, kid? You never hear of noise pollution? You never think about others? Of course, that bitch Marian Lawson won’t hear about a word against you. "Oh Jared, is such an artist and he has such a green thumb.’ HA! The old cow probably has her hand inside her panties while she spies on you working. She would probably like to do this, and this." Jared gasped as the cranky neighbour started chewing on his sensitive nipples. Oh, fuck, this guy was some big time pervert. Jared gasped again as he felt a big wet tongue working its way down his stomach, probing his navel. He gurgled into his gag as he felt his shorts suddenly become much tighter. "MMMOHHH! GGGMSTOPMMM. GGGOOOHHHAAAHHHH!" His captor did stop. He smacked Jared’s firm young butt. "Why don’t just lie there for a while punk, and think about how you are going to change your attitude." As soon as Jared was left alone, he began struggling against the tight ropes that held him captive. Even though his shorts had become tight, he didn’t want to become the plaything of this guy. At least…he didn’t think that he wanted to. Hmmm…Nah, he had to get away from here and call the police. Or scream for help –someone somewhere might hear him. I left the kid, all trussed up and gagged on the bed. What he didn’t know was that I was lingering in the hall, just outside the room, watching all of the action in the large mirror that I had set up opposite the door. Oh yeah, the kid looked hot, roped and gagged and struggling. I had gagged him just enough that no one outside could hear him yelling for help – but not so much that I couldn’t hear as he cussed and struggled, moaning as he tried to free himself from the mass of ropes that I had used to tied him up. I didn’t know about Marian Lawson, but I sure as hell had my hand inside my pants, stroking myself as I watched the kid fight to escape. And to think that all of this action was being captured on tape! I felt myself sweating. No, it was far too early for that. I was expecting a lot more out of this kid – it was time to up the ante. "Well, kid? Have you thought about how you’re going to change your attitude and respect the rights of others? Come on, punk, tell me." "GGGMMFUCKMMYOU! MMGGONNAMMWHUPURMMSORRYMASS!" Oh, so the kid was still cocky. That made me even more excited. It was going to be fun breaking him in. I decided that it was time to elevate the discomfort level. "GGMMUH? MMWHATMUDOING? GGGGNNOOOOOOOOO!" "Come on, don’t be such a big baby. Is that uncomfortable? GOOD!" I gave another savage yank on the rope and the kid’s body arched. Oh yeah, this was going to be good. I gave him another pat on his luscious rump. "Time for some contemplation, kid. I’ll give you a while to meditate on your sins, and to think about how you’re going to be a better and more considerate person. At the same time, why didn’t you think about how you’re going to pay back one person for the inconsiderate way you’ve acted." I grabbed the kid’s blond hair and jerked his head back. His eyes, watering, pleaded with me as he mumbled into his gag. It took all of my will power not to pull down pants right there and let load a gusher on the kid’s face. No, that would have to wait. I wanted to savour this for as long as possible. I took up my station outside of the door, and prepared to enjoy the show. The kid didn’t disappoint me. He bucked and moaned, futilely fighting against the ropes. I could see his muscles strain and watched as sweat broke out on his body. I gritted my teeth as I took in the spectacle. This was unbelievable, even better than I had imagined it would be. Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer. I needed some action. "Okay, kid. You’ve had enough time to think about changing your ways. Now it’s time for you to start making up for your sins. This is the way it’s going to be kid. You’re going to be the mommy cow, and I’m going to be the calf who wants his dinner. Oh yeah, it looks like I’m going to get a lot of dinner. Someone seems to be full of milk." The kid moaned and turned red as I yanked down his shorts. It seemed that this calf was going to get quite a meal! THE END Jared played by Noah Photography by Caitiff
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War of the Ropes by JMZ
31 photos; 6:07 video
He thought he had set up so well. After all we had been through together I could not believe he thought I was actually that stupid. Jake and I had been together for nearly eight years. We met at a bar and hit off instantly. We had not been apart since. However in the last few years we had grown apart. Our life had become about paying bills and doing the housework. The everyday chores of life had driven up further and further away from each other. In the midst of all this we fell out of love with each other, so it was no surprise when the arguments started. We argued about everything. It made no difference whether the issue was big or small; we found a way to fight about it. We sought out counselors and friends to help us through the rough patch but it never seemed to work. After some deep conversation we decided to call it quits. This seemed like a logical and civil ending, but it turned out to be all out war. We began fight over what belonged to whom. After years of living together we were hell bent on staking claim to everything we thought belonged to us. The focus of our fight was an antique vase we had bought together when we were together. It was worth quite a bit of money and we both adored it. After several weeks on settling on all the other stuff the vase seemed to be a hot point for both us. Neither of us was willing to budge, and it seemed it would never end. Finally, we decided to take it to court. The court was on my side that day, and I was elated at my victory over the man I once loved. I spent the day apartment hunting and licking my wounds when I ran into a friend of Jakes on the street. He seemed nervous and aloof as I went into my speech about still remaining friends after the break up and making sure to keep in touch. Finally after I finished the speech I had mastered telling over the last few weeks he broke down. He told me about Jakes plan, and how he always liked me and only went through it because he felt a loyalty to Jake. That was it! If there was anything left between us it dissipated into a steam of anger. I walked into the house and knew what to expect. It was a complete mess. Everything had been turned upside down. There clothes and papers strewn all over the place I walked through the mess to the bedroom and listened for what I was expecting. I heard a faint moan and thumping coming from the closet I slowly opened the door to find him. There he sat barefoot hands tied behind his back and a bandana clenched between his lying teeth. He struggled and tried to speak through his gagged mouth. Unfortunately for him I knew the script word for word already. I pulled him to his feet and he turned to have me untie him. He did not realize that a new plan had been hatched. I pushed him into a chair as he shot me a look of surprise; again to articulate a sentence but the gag silenced him well. In fact I wished I had thought of this long ago. I explained with no argument from him about how I knew about his plan to set up a robbery to take everything that belonged to me. He looked at me with sneer eyes, and then protest as I explained I had different plans for him. I decided if this was supposed to be a robbery he was not nearly as contained as he should be. I started by tying his ankles tightly together, after all a robber wouldn’t want him to run. He kicked at me and screamed through his gag. I XXXX his ankles together and tied them tightly. He glared as me as I decided his gag was not quite what I would have used to shut him up. I ripped the duct tape from the roll and Jake moaned as I wrapped it around his head. There that was it. This was much more fun than I thought it would be. If we had done this when we together maybe things would have worked out between us. I pulled him to his feet and planned my next move. I decided that he was not thoroughly humiliated enough. I ripped apart his favorite pants to expose the ass I once adored. There he was ass exposed and at my mercy. I threw him onto the bed as he struggled to get free. He lashed and rolled trying desperately to loosen his binds. It was no use; his friend knew how to tie a knot. I watched with amusement as he uselessly to get free. Inaudible moans escaped his taped mouth. Finally as a final gesture to our life together I pulled out his cock to humiliate him even more. I kissed his forehead one last time and left him to collect my belongings. This was the perfect ending to a bad situation. The End The Ex played by Jace Photography by Caitiff Date of Production 02/16/2009
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Playing by Himself by Godfrey
24 photos; 4:17 video
He was such an ass. But what an ass. He knew he was in trouble with me. And deservedly so. But Mike also knew all he had to do to get out of it was wiggle his cute buns. At least that’s how it normally worked. But Mike needed ot be taught a lesson. “Lets play a game.” I suggested. Thinking himself off the hook, Mike agreed. Mike gave me a funny look when I took out the rope and began to tie his hands to the futon. But he also didn’t do anything to stop me. When I was done, Mike tested the ropes, soon realising he was truly bound. But again, he didn’t say protest. I could see in his eyes that Mike expected that he would be tied up a little, played with as foreplay and then we would fuck. All would be forgiven. He was wrong. Mike looked so hot in those white briefs. That was why he wore them when he was in trouble. I could see the bulge in the crotch. I so wanted to just grab that ass and go to town. But I had to be strong. It wasn’t time yet. “Ok we gonna fuck or not?”, Mike said, losing his patience. He had figured out he wasn't’ getting loose and that i wasn’t sucking him off. Mike continued to whine, prompting me to grab the tape off the shelf. “I’m getting tired of your mouth, among other things.”, I said as I taped his cute but annoying lips shut. Mike’s protests were now reduced to incoherent mumbling. Then I took more rope and tied Mike at the knees to the futon. Mike fought his bondage but the growing bulge under the white fabric of his thong betrayed him. I took every opportunity to rub up against that bulge. Not enough to get him off but enough to tease. Mike’s eyes grew more desperate. I kept Mike like that for hours, teasing him, letting him get close but never finish. Mike began to plead through his gag, which only made me harder. I ignored Mike for another hour. Mike probably was getting stiff in more ways then one but I didn't’ care. He deserved some pain and if it taught him a lesson, so much the better. He was my toy and I wasn’t done playing with him yet. When I untied him, Mike had a look of submissive relief. Bu tI wasn’t done yet. Oddly, Mike didn’t fight as I retied his hands in front of him. When he was rebound, Mike tried ot grab for his hardening dick but I stopped him. “No, not unless I tell you.”, I said and Mike understood he had better obey. I flipped Mike over . His ass was as hot as ever. I sat down and grabbed myself while I ogled Mike’s hot ass. At first, thinking he could get away with it, Mike tried grinding his dick against the mattress. But I put a stop to that, giving Mike a hard slap on his posterior. This wasn’t his time to get off. it was mine. Mike would have to earn his jerk. I taped his eyes shut and led his hands ot his dick. Mike didn’t need any more of a clue. He began stroking his cock and blue balls. He pulled down his underwear and jerked himself off. He was a lot better at it then I thought he would be while tied up and gagged. I could hear the slight moans Mike always made when he was about to cum. I could always tell when he was about to get off. Mike had no clue how he gave himself away. I pushed his hands away from his crotch right before he was about to climax. Mike’s pleas were muffled by the tape. He moaned like a sad little puppy. “Not yet.” I promised. “I’m not done with you. Maybe later tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe never if you don’t make me happy. ” I then sat back on my chair, pulled my pants down to my ankles and enjoyed the show as Mike squirmed. The End Mike played by Himself Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/15/2008
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Bear In Peril
24 photos; 6:18 video
Ugh! What happened? Dean shook his head, his mind cloudy and confused.
The last he remembered was going to the bathroom. And then suddenly blackness
Wait, why couldn’t he move his hands? Dean’s hands were secured behind his back! His feet were similarly bound with thick white rope.
“MMmmmPh! Mmmmmm!?”, Dean tried to talk but a soggy cloth had been XXXX into his mouth forming an effective gag.
With great difficulty Dean rolled up onto his knees and then slowly got into a standing position. He bunny hopped over to the door. He grabbed the knob with his bound hands, his plan to hop outside and maybe find help. Unfortunately the door was locked.
Just then Dean heard noises on the other side of the door!
“MMMMMMM! MmmmmmMMMpphhAmmmm!” Dean mumbled desperately through his gag.
The door swing open, knocking dean over to the ground>
“I am so glad you are finally awake”, a masked man said, looming over Dean’s bound form.
Dean played by Himself
The masked man played by Mister Ex
Photography by Caitiff
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Caught Out by FYU
28 photos
Dante had come home at the wrong time. Dressed in a t-shirt and pants, he had been at a bar and had failed to bring home anyone with him but little did he know what was in store for him when he stepped into the door. "What the hell?" Dante panicked as he was about to face a nightmare. A masked man pulled a concealed item on him. Dante could see that his place was trashed and the man was also carrying a bag with him. The man dropped the bag and then slammed Dante against the closed door and put his hand over his mouth, while keeping the concealed item pointed at him. "Shut up. Do you understand me? Nod if you do." Dante nodded, afraid for his safety. The masked man moved his hand away from Dante's mouth, stepped back a little but kept the concealed item pointed on him. "Good," the masked man smiled. "No heroics. Now turn around." Dante hesitated for a moment and the masked man slapped him across the face in irritation. "Do as you're fucking told, boy." "Fuck you," Dante muttered uder his breath, but it was heard and he received another slap before turning around. "If you move, I will hurt you." The masked man kept the concealed item pointed on Dante at all times as he bent down into his bag and found a roll of white tape. "What are you going to do to me?" Dante asked as the man placed the concealed item into his back pocket and proceeded to tape Dante's hands tightly behind his back. "Wouldn't you like to know?" the masked man sounded smug, irritating Dante, who struggled with his restraints. His hands were tightly bound now. "You haven't even asked who I am." ""Why should I care who you are?" That comment earned Dante a punch into the stomach and then he was dragged and made to sit on a chair. The masked man removed his mask to reveal that it was Cliff, a man that Dante had gotten fired in the same company they worked for. "How the -" Dante managed to get out before Cliff taped his mouth shut, all the way around his head twice to be sure. Dante tried to kick out but Cliff grabbed his feet and taped them shut as well. Seeing Dante struggling and calling for help, despite being gagged, Cliff smiled at him. "You ruined my life. Now I'm going to ruin yours." And with that, Dante's eyes were taped shut and he was dragged to his bed room, struggling to no avail, unsure of what his fate was going to be. Dante played by Stefano Photography by Zac Date of Production:10/25/2012
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Nearly Naked Pt 2
21 photos; 5:24 video
Model: Charles Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:07/22/2013
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Tatoo
25 photos; 3:30 video
Model: Mickey O'Shea Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/17/2007
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The Super By Ivor Ciccone
25 photos
"Hello, Mike?", the voice of Chris, resident in apartment # 5, came huskily down the internal phone. "Yeah, Chris, right? I'd recognise that deep voice of yours anywhere. How you enjoying your new apartment, dude?", asked Mike, who was land lord, security and care taker / janitor in the block. "I'm loving it, man, but my electricity keeps tripping off, could you come take a look at it for me?", Chris lied. "Sure, dude. I'll be right up." Mike had no idea who the real Chris was. As far as he was concerned Chris was a regular guy with a regular job. Wrong! Chris was a thief of the highest degree, a very intelligent guy who had traveled from state to state, around America, moving into apartment blocks, getting himself familiar with the comings & goings of the residents, then emptying their homes of valuables while they were in work. He'd been residing in this particular block for a week and was ready to get to work. He knew that 80% of the tenants were out. And he knew that Mike, the land lord had keys to all of these properties. All he needed to do now was put the cute lookin' security guy on ice, this was Chris' favorite part of his "job"! There was a XXXX on his door, then Mike opened it and leaned in. "Hello, Chris?" Before he knew what hit him Mike had a concealed item at his chest and Chris's hand over his mouth, gripping it tight. "MMMMMMMPPPPPPPFFFFFFFF!" "You're my property now, Supe!", Chris said, cruelly enjoying capturing poor, unsuspecting Mike. "Take off your t-shirt, lets see your body". Mike obliged, wondering where the hell this scene was going. "Nice, dude, hairy... you a real man!", Chris mocked. "Now sit down on that chair, boy." Mike sat, fearing for his life. In no time Chris had the dude tightly bound in white ropes, hands behind his back, arms bound to his torso. Chris got Mike's t-shirt and gagged the land lord. "Mmmm, you look really good like this, dude!" "MMMMMPPPPPPPFFFFF!" was all the straight guy could manage with his mouth gagged with the thick white cloth. "I got some things to attend to, Mikey, don't go anywhere, ok?" "GGGGRRRRMMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!" Chris ran down to Mikes' office and grabbed the keys he needed, then went to apartment #1 and filled a couple of bags with jewelery, expensive appliances & valuables, then returned to his apartment to offload & grab some more bags. "You been trying to escape, boy, I see", Chris exclaimed when he saw that Mike had gotten off his chair, he was kneeling on the floor. "I'm obviously gonna have to put those legs of yours out of action", and with that Chris got out more rope and tightly bound the superintendent's legs together. More "mmmmmpppppffffffff"ing was all Mike could muster as he rolled around, in bewilderment on the carpet! Chris left once again to fill more bags and once again returned to drop em off & collect more empties. "Hmn, think we need to add another element to your captivity, dude", he said. And he hogtied the guy, binding his ankles tightly to his bound wrists. "Have a fun time escapin' dude, I'll be seeing ya!", Chris said and made his final exit, taking all his bags to his car and dumping them then returning to the last apartment with no one home to clear that out. Poor, roped, superintendent Mike struggled in the ropes admirably, but Chris the crook was obviously an old pro with the rope work. There was no escaping these bonds. Desperate, Mike struggled over to the window to call for help. He managed to get his head between the blinds & the glass and he began to yell as loud as the stinky old rag in his mouth permitted. But as he looked to the parking lot below, the only visible person was his captor, throwing bags into his trunk. Chris happened to look up, as he saw Mikes' gagged face in the window a big, broad smile appeared on his face. "Bye, supe!", Chris shouted and waved up at him before jumping into his Porsche and speeding away. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!" The End Mike played by Roy Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 03/16/2002
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Splits
13 photos; 2:59 video
Model: Hal Photograph by John Date of Production: 10/08/2006
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At the Table by Fidellis
26 photos; 0:25 video
I ground my teeth in anger, but tried to keep my temper. For the hundredth time I regretted giving way to the entreaties of my friend Mike. Mike had been my best friend in college, and we still kept in touch with each other. Over the years I had heard the stories about his youngest brother, Jake. I vaguely remembered Jake as being an obnoxious little kid – he was about fifteen years younger than Mike. Even then I thought he was insufferable, but I didn’t think much about it. Little kids that age are hard to handle at the best of times. But it seemed as if Jake had kept up his reputation. Mike always referred to him as the spawn of Satan. Jake was always in trouble of some sort, at school or at home. He had flunked out of his first year at college, and then drifted around for a couple of years. Mike’s family had finally persuaded him to try school again, and as luck would have it, he was accepted at the university in my town. Mike begged me to keep an eye on him. Student housing was tight this year, and since the renovation of my house had cost more than I had expected, I agreed to rent a couple of rooms to Jake. What a mistake. Jake was total pain in the ass. Immature, rude, obnoxious, rowdy…..the list went on and on. After just two weeks, I was ready to murder the kid. His idea of going to school was to party, party, party. I thought that he would have learned his lesson the first time around, but now that he was old enough to drink legally, classes seemed to be the last thing that he had on his mind. Partying and girls. He was a scrawny little runt, nothing like his brother, but he didn’t seem to have any trouble getting dates. I didn’t appreciate having strange young women wandering around my house at all hours of the day. Besides the partying and the girls, Jake was a slovenly pig. He had turned my kitchen into a pigsty within a couple of days, and I shuddered when I walked into his bathroom. I hadn’t spent a fortune on having the old house fixed up, just to have it trashed by some immature punk. I tried talking to Jake, but he ignored me completely – he thought that he was doing me a big favor by renting those rooms. I didn’t need the money THAT much. The final straw came when I discovered that he had been raiding my liquor cabinet. My collection of single malt Scotch seemed to have evaporated, and to add insult to injury he had spilled booze all over the top of the mahogany cabinet, destroying the finish. My blood started to boil. Jake was going to have to be taught who was the boss in this house; he was going to learn to respect the rules I had laid down, and keep them. A fiendishly clever idea began brewing in my mind. I knew how to get his attention, and to keep it. I sat in the living room, waiting for Jake to get home. The classes that he was supposed to be attending had been over for hours, but knowing him, he was probably sucking back beer at one of the campus pubs. Finally, I heard the door bang open, slamming into the newly plastered wall. I winced, but then thought "That will be the last time that happens." "Jake, come in here. I want to talk to you about a serious matter." "Later, dude, I’ve phone calls to make, I’ll chat with you tomorrow." That was it. I jumped out of my chair and strode into the hall. I grabbed his shoulder as he started going up the stairs, and spun him around. "Hey man, what the fuck do you think you’re doing? Keep your hands off." "I’ll you tell you what I’m doing, Jake. I’m going to teach you how to respect other peoples property and to obey rules." I saw the startled look in his eyes as he noticed the piece of rope in my hand. He squawked as I hooked a foot around his ankles and propelled him forward. He fell to the floor with a satisfying crash. I jumped the kid, straddling him as I pulled his hands behind his back. He tried to get up, but my not inconsiderable weight kept him pinned to the floor. It only took me a minute to tie his hands behind his back. The rest of the rope could wait until we had reached our final destination. I dragged him to his feet, and tucking his head under my arm, I marched him into the dining room. He was complaining all the way, so once we had reached the dining room, I shoved him onto the table, on his back, and picked up a pair of his filthy briefs, which I had found hanging on the newel post of the banisters. I shoved them into his complaining mouth, all the way down his throat, and picked up my roll of electrical tape. A couple of pieces of that plastered across his mouth kept him quiet. Once I had Jake shut up, I took his legs and heaved. The kid went slithering across the highly polished surface of the table. I had to grab his feet before he went over the edge. I took more rope, and wound it around his elbows and his torso, and then pulled him into a sitting position. "GGMMMFUCKMMTHINKMUDONG? MMLEMMEMGOMNOW!" “Temper, temper, Jake. This isn’t the way to behave when you’re tied up and gagged. It’s too bad that you wouldn’t listen civilly, when you had the chance. " I shoved him in the chest, and sent him sprawling backwards on the table. The little shit started drumming his heels on my newly refinished table. That really pissed me off. I flipped him onto his stomach and made short work of turning him into a tight little package. That hogtie should keep him from doing any more damage to my possessions. "GGLEMMEGOMMARSHOLE! GGMUMCANTMMDOTHISMMEEE!!!" " I can do whatever I feel like doing to you, Jake. Mom and Dad and big brother Mike won’t be pleased when they hear how you have been behaving. And if they get ticked off, what happens to your cash flow? I can’t see you holding down a job to pay for your tuition and rent, let alone all the partying that seems to be keeping you so busy. One word from me, and you’re out on your ear, kiddo." I could see that I had his attention now, but my words seemed to make him even angrier. He started twisting and turning, howling through his gag. I was enjoying watching him suffer, but was getting concerned about my dining room table. I turned him over on his back, holding him in place, and made a threatening gesture with my fist, aimed straight at his exposed crotch. The thought that I might punch him in his balls had an immediate calming effect upon him. I could see the fear in his eyes. He had no way of knowing that I wouldn’t batter him into a pulp, but it gave me the chance to give the little creep a good dressing down. I kept my fist clenched as I started talking to Jake. "Are you prepared to listen to me in a calm and rational manner? Speak up Jake, I can’t hear you." I leaned over and grabbed his hair with my other hand, giving his head a little shake. " Since you seem to have been struck speechless, I suppose that I’ll have to be satisfied with a simple nod for yes, and a shake for no. Do you understand me." He gave a little groan, and nodded his head. "Excellent, I’m so glad that we finally understand each other. Now, I’m going to explain to you how things are going to be from now on. And remember, one word from me and….no cash for you." I gave him my spiel, explaining how there would be no late nights during the week, no strange girls in my house, no XXXX during the week (especially of my booze) and regular household chores that I expected to be done on a timely basis. He whimpered and nodded his head to each of my demands. "Good boy. I knew that I could talk some sense into you. I’m going to leave you here for the night, so that you have time to think about all the ways that you have screwed up, and how you are going to do better in the future. If you are a very good boy, I’ll untie you in the morning; early enough for you to clean up the kitchen and make me breakfast. Night, night Jake." I walked away, listening to him wail into his gag. I would make sure to pay him visits during the night to ensure that he was still nicely trussed up and gagged. I knew that he would thank me for the experience, eventually. THE END Jake played by Patrick Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 08/02/2003
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Beach Boy Taken
29 photos; 4:48 video
Created 6/10/2015 Model: Damien
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Snatch Part 3
23 photos; 4:14 video
Model: Donovan Model: Ron Jefferies Photography by Nick007 Date of Production: 4-17-2015
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Hit That
26 photos; 5:31 video
Model: Dante Photography by: Nick007 Date of Production: 5-19-2015
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You Know What I Want by Caitiff
23 photos; 3:21 video
“Mmph! MMMM!”, Dave moaned and struggled. Shit, how did he let these things happen to him? He remembered getting XXXX. How he and his friends had been remembering the old days on the wrestling team and the bondage games they they used to play. And how they had talked Dave into getting into his old singlet. And when he woke up hung over, he found himself bound and gagged on the floor! What the hell!?!? Damn his friends were as good with knots as ever. He couldn’t get loose. So instead he had spent the last few hours moaning as loud as he could for help. Dave heard the door open. He should have been angry that his front door had been left unlocked but right now he was just happy that someone was here to free him. “What’s this?”, A scruffy looking man gasped in surprise. “Mmmm!”, Dave groaned for help. “I guess you want to be untied, huh?” “Mmmph!” Hell yes he wanted to get untied! So why wasn’t he getting untied already? .................................... Two hours later and Dave had yet to be untied. And the scruffy guy was sitting on his bed, staring at Dave. Dave was getting a bad feeling about this. “Mmuumph mm mmuu mmnn?” Dave begged for the hundredth time. “What do I want? Hmm, well let me think about that. I have a guy tied up and helpless. No one knows he is here. I can do anything I want to him..” “Mmnn mmm!!”Dave begged. ”What’s in it fo me?” Dave knew what this guy wanted. And he couldn't’ believe he was going to say what he was going to say. But what choice did he have?” “Mmmll memm muu mumuk mmy mmimmk”? “I can suck your dick?” Dave nodded yes. “I could do that now if I wanted. How would you stop me?” “Mmmuu mmnn muuk mmee.” “Fuck you? Well again, I could do that now. You ain't’ gonna stop me all tied up like that. And with that gag, no one would hear you.” Sweat ran down Dave’s brow. IT was bad enough to be fucked. At least he could just lie back and let it happen. But to get free, Dave realized he would have to do something more.. active. “Mmmlll mmmuuk mmooo mmmkk.” “Suck my dick? You would do that?” Dave nodded. Anything to get out of these ropes. “And the balls?” Dave nodded yes again. “And will you swallow?” Dave winced but he nodded again. “Hmm, just to be sure. I am going to take off the tape. You will tell me what i want to hear. If you yell for help, you’ll be sorry.” Dave’s mouth stung as the sticky tape was peeled off his mouth. The spit soaked rag underneath was taken out. “I want to suck your dick”, Dave whispered, almost to faint to hear. “Sorry. What?” Dave took a deep breath and said, “I want to suck your dick!” “And?” “I want to suck you and have you fuck me and use me! Fuck me dammit! Fuck ..MMMMMPPHH!”, Dave was cut off as the gag was shoved back in his mouth. The scruffy guy then took out a edge. Oh my God, Dave thought to himself. He braced for the worst. The scruffy guy burst out laughing, “Oh man! The look on your face! Hahahahaha! Relax! I’m just here because your friends wanted me to make sure you were ok.. Here, use the edge to cut yourself free. ” The man set the edge down on the floor where Dave could reach it and walked out. Dave was going to hurt his friends when he saw them next. The End Dave played by Eric Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 07/06/2006
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Sean Hanging Out
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Screwed
19 photos; 5:21 video
Model: Rephael Photography by Nick007 Date of Production: 5-30-2015
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Hogtied Undies
21 photos; 5:15 video
Model: Garrett Photography by Nick007 Date of Production: 3/28/2015
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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
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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
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Snatch Part 2
19 photos; 4:03 video
Model: Donovan Photography by Nick007 Date of Production: 4-17-2015
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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
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A Well Deserved Spanking
19 photos; 4:46 video
Model: Raphael Model: Cliff Photography by Nick007 Date of Production: 3-28-2015
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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
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Session 2: Bent Over
25 photos; 4:08 video
Model: Brian
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/23/2025
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No One Will Help You
25 photos; 5:53 video
Model: Adrien Fowler
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/01/2025
Tags: twink, chair tie, gagging, hand gag, cleave gag, tape gag, socks, bad guy, grope
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25 photos; 5:16 video
Model: Holden Cox
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/05/2025
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20 photos; 4:18 video
Meet Liam Starr
Model: Liam Starr
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/11/2025
Tags: hog tie, sneakers, twink, cleave gag
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Fancy Stockings
9 photos; 6:34 video
Model: Amaro
Photography by Marco Grieco
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Date of Production: 05/27/2024
Tags: strip, exposed, socks, muscle, ball gag
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Left on the Floor
19 photos; 3:44 video
Model: JD
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/15/2025
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An Apple a Day
26 photos; 4:24 video
Model: The Danny
Bad Guy: The Dalton
Photography by The Caitiff ;-)
Date of Production: 03/08/2025
Tags: nude, nudity, muscle, hog tie, ball gag, blind fold, bare foot, bad guy, grope, dominated
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Adam Hog Tie
23 photos; 4:24 video
Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/08/2025
Tags: tape gag, sneakers, hog tie, twink