Trying to Get Back to the Party

16 photos; 7:27 video

Model: Brian
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/10/2023

Taks: tape gag, nude, naked, socks, hopping, bad guy, dominated, fondled, groped, penis

Bound In Black

22 photos; 4:22 video

Model: JD
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/18/2023

Tags: tape gag, socks, hog tie

The Cocky Bear

24 photos; 7:59 video

Model: Dean

Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/25/2016

Tags: gagged, chair tied, bear, hand gag, tape gag, otm gag, tatoos, dominated

Playing Footsies

21 photos; 4:33 video

Model: Donovan
Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 06/02/2016

Tags: twink, cleave gag, tickled, chair tied, bare feet

Wicker By Caitiff

22 photos; 2:42 video

Jeff walked out of the dark movie theater into the afternoon sunlight humming the movie’s theme and wishing that he could be that hero riding off into the sunset. All of a sudden a strong hand grabbed him by the arm and he felt a painful stab against his ribs. “Okay Peter, you're coming with us.” Jeff just had time to look down and see the concealed item pressing against his ribs. Then another hand grabbed Jeff’s other arm really hard. “And don't you think about giving us no trouble, Petey boy.” Shock, confusion and bewilderment all rushed into Jeff’s mind at the same time. Both men were really big and they both had hairy faces and mirror sunglasses over their eyes so Jeff could see his own frightened reflection while he tried to find his voice. “But…but my name’s not Peter,” he tried to tell them, but his voice was cut off by another stab of the concealed item into his ribs and the tightening of the two big hands around his arms as the two big guys propelled him forward. “Shut your mouth!” the second guy said. Jeff wanted to pull away from the two men, he wanted to yell for help, he wanted to be a hero like in that movie, but he couldn't find his voice as his legs started walking on their own as the two men pulled Jeff off of the sidewalk into a narrow alley. At the other end of the alley there was a dark van parked behind the building and as Jeff was dragged toward it the side door opened like the mouth of a cave and the two men pushed Jeff inside the van. Inside the dark van Jeff was pushed down into a seat and then the second man grabbed his arms and pulled them back behind the seat until Jeff cried out in pain. Then the van started to drive away and Jeff heard himself begging “Please, you've got to listen to me!” “Who told you to talk?” the first man asked angrily as he grabbed Jeff’s nose and pinched it shut until Jeff had to open his mouth to breathe. Then the man started stuffing what looked like a long tube of cotton into Jeff’s open mouth. Was that a sock? Was he putting somebody’s sock into my mouth? Jeff started to gag on the thought while more and more of the damp cotton was being crowded inside his mouth to XXXX his tongue and spread Jeff’s lips. Jeff didn't want somebody’s dirty sock inside his mouth, but before his tongue could push it back out, the first man started pressing strips of red tape all over his spread lips and cheeks. Jeff moaned into the sock and tried moving his head from side to side to avoid the sticky tape, but the hairy man in the shiny glasses was none too gentle as he XXXX one strip of heavy tape after another over Jeff’s face until his mouth was completely sealed. By this time Jeff was really scared and his eyes were jerking all around and he was breathing really hard through his nose. This couldn't really be happening to him! Who were these guys? Why were they doing this to him? Taking him didn't make any sense. His Dad just worked in a stupid office and Jeff had to get a scholarship to go to college. Then Jeff saw the first man draw a big bandanna and a little bottle of something out of his pocket. “We got us a long trip so you better have a few sniffs of this.” Jeff shook his head violently from side to side and begged with his sock stuffed mouth. He didn't want to sniff anything! But the second guy just laughed in Jeff’s ear and held his arms really tight so that Jeff couldn't struggle too much while the first guy also smiled and poured some liquid stuff out of the bottle onto the gathered bandanna. “Don’t worry kid, it smells kind of nice,” the first guy kept smiling as he moved the damp cloth toward Jeff’s face. The man lied! That bandanna smelled really gross and it was XXXX Jeff as the smiling man pressed more and more of the damp cloth over Jeff’s nose. And then everything started spinning around and Jeff started getting dizzy, and then everything went really dark. When Jeff woke up again he was still really groggy so it took him several minutes to realize that he was now in a house somewhere, he had been stripped down to just his boxer shorts and his A-shirt, and now there were tight ropes tied around his wrists, arms and chest. “Well, XXXX beauty’s finally awake.” Jeff looked up and his heart sunk as he saw the two big guys coming toward him. “Come on Peter, time to smile for the birdy,” the second on laughed. Jeff tried again to tell the two men that he wasn't Peter, but the swollen soggy sock inside his mouth wouldn't let him make any more than gurgling sounds way back in his throat. The first guy turned Jeff around on the bed and made him face toward the second guy who was now aiming a camera at him. “We want Mommy and Daddy to know we mean business so you better look scared.” The first guy advised as he wrapped a big hand around Jeff’s taped over mouth and aimed the concealed item at Jeff’s head. “Oh yea!” the second guy rejoiced as the flash popped in Jeff’s eyes again and again. “He looks really scared.” “That’s enough sXXXXXXXX. Get the ropes,” the first guy ordered. Then both guys pounced on Jeff and tied his ankles and knees really tight with their harsh ropes. “Yea, that ought to hold you.” The second guy announced. “Don’t get any smart ideas,” the first guy advised. Then both of the men went out of the room and left Jeff all alone. At first Jeff didn't dare to even move. But then when the men didn't come back right away, Jeff began struggling on the bed just a little as he tried to wiggle free of the ropes. And then a little more as he tried to get his fingers on the rope knots. And then Jeff finally felt the ropes starting to loosen. Maybe, if he struggled a little harder. “What do you mean, we got the wrong kid?” Jeff heard the first guy thunder in the next room. “Keep your voice down,” a third voice cautioned. All of a sudden the door burst open and the first guy and the second guy came into the room and looked very angry as they confronted Jeff. “Why didn't you tell us you were the wrong kid?” Strong hands pushed Jeff back down onto the bed. And then more ropes were tied tightly between his wrists and his ankles so that Jeff could hardly move at all. “That’s just so you don't get any smart ideas!” the first guy snarled at Jeff. “What do we do with him after we get the right kid?” the second guy wanted to know. “Wait and see. Maybe we'll have to get rid of them both at the same time.” Then the door closed and Jeff was left alone again. Jeff had never been this scared in his whole young life. He strained and he struggled, but the tight ropes wouldn't let him go. Already he could feel them cutting into his tender skin, but he just had to find some way to escape from them. So then he struggled even harder and harder until his body was all oily sweat and his breaths were coming hard through his nose. Then Jeff heard a commotion coming from the next room and through the open doorway he caught just a gXXXXse of a slight well-dressed young man who had a dark hood pulled down over his head being dragged into the other room by the two men. A few moments later the first man poked his head into Jeff’s room and smiled at him. “Don’t worry buddy, it won't be long now.”   THE END   Jeff played by Mitch   Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 07/25/2005

Tags: cleave gag, chair tied, gagged, bad guy, dominated, story, tape gag, blindfold

Bad Night

22 photos; 7:14 video

Model: Andrew
Photographer: Zac

Date of Production: 04/14/2010

Tags: cleave gag, groped, rip strip, nude

Red Team

29 photos; 5:19 video

Model: Jaxton Bleau
PHotography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/10/2022
tAGS: tape gag, sports, athlete, hog tie, socks

Cuffed

15 photos; 5:39 video

Model : Guilherme
Photography by Marco

Tags: 05/25/2021

Tags: OTM gag, hands above head, hand cuff, twink

Taking Some Time Off

30 photos; 4:42 video

Model: Cody Jonson
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 01/20/2023


Tags: socks, hog tie, cleave gag

Sneak

24 photos; 5:46 video

Model: Wolfric Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:07/27/2012

Tags: cleave gag, hands behind back, sneakers

Stripped to His Undies

22 photos; 4:24 video

Model: Marko
Bad Guy: Rod
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/15/2017

tags: blind fold, socks, underwear, cleave gag

Mindign His Own Business

23 photos; 4:57 video

Bystander played by Ezio
Bad Guy played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/14/2017

tags: cleave gag, hog tie, socks, grabbed

Leo's Lazy Day

30 photos; 5:31 video

Model- Leo Photgraphy by Caitiff   Date of Production: 09/17/2006

Tags: stroking, tape gag, nude, butt, penis, dick tied, bare feet, muscle

Be Our Guest!

18 photos; 6:02 video

Guest played by Jean LeFaun
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/24/2023

Tags: tape gag, athlete, hog tie, socks, bad guy, grope, butt

Hog tied Thug

20 photos; 4:50 video

Model: Holden Cox
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/17/2023

tags: cleave gag, hog tie, socks, twink

Ready for Interogation

15 photos; 4:25 video

The Prisoner played by Yeshua
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/14/2023

Tags: uniform, military, blind fold, tape gag, cleave gag, gagging, chair bound, groped, bad guy, hand gag

Silenced Security

22 photos; 5:17 video

Security Gaurd played by Rick
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Photography: 11/10/2016

Tags: gagged, bad guy, stuff gag,  hand gag, gagging, tape gag, uniform, security guard

Sacking the Coach by Caitiff

35 photos; 4:11 video

 

Grunt Part 2 by Christopher Trevor

29 photos; 5:44 video

Cont'd from Grunt

Corporal Lewis was in trouble. No, that was putting it mildly. The handsome brown haired corporal was in a shit-load of trouble. During his leave time from the marines, on his vacation he had gone out to the bars in uniform. He was thinking that all decked out and spiffy in his uniform it would get him girls. Instead it had made him a target for some psychotic dude who had decided to get the drop on the man in uniform. XXXX as a skunk and none too bright at the moment Lewis had gone out to piss in an alley behind one of the bars because the bathroom was crowded and disgusting. The corporal did not relish the thought of his marine issued shoes stomping around in other men's piss on the bathroom floor of the bar. Lewis had barely managed to pull his dick out to piss before he felt the butt of a pistol smash into the back of his head. His uniform cap hat took a lot of the blow, but everything exploded white, the corporal saw his hat go flying and then everything went black. As he lay there on the ground XXXX the man who had smashed him with the concealed item butt chuckled as the marine's cock let loose a torrent of piss all over the ground in front of him where he lay. When the marine was done pissing the man gently stuffed his pride and joy back into his olive colored uniform trousers. When he was done the hijacker licked his fingers, relishing the taste of the marine's manhood that lingered there. When Lewis came to the first thing he noticed was that it was completely dark. The back of his head ached miserably. The second thing the corporal noticed was that when he tried to move around his hands were tied tightly behind his back. Lewis had no idea what was going on. He could feel himself moving and the sounds of an engine. He also detected an odor of gas. My God, he realized, he was in the trunk of a car. He had been XXXX somehow, a marine's worst nightmare made real. He thought about screaming out for help and perhaps kicking his feet against the trunk. But he quickly decided against those things, seeing as he did not know where he was, if there was anyone around who could come to his aid and what he might suffer in retaliation if he did try to attract unwanted attention. When the car stopped and he heard the driver get out and open the trunk Lewis still could not see. He realized then that he was not only tied up but blindfolded as well. "Listen, whoever you are, I don't know who you are or what this is all about but you don't fuck with a marine!" Lewis shouted. The only response he received was a punch to the gut. "HOOOOOFFF!!!" the marine sputtered. Lewis was pulled out of the trunk of the car and marched with his hands tied behind him, a length of rope tied over his upper torso pinning his arms to his sides and blindfolded into what he assumed was the basement of a house. He felt hands guiding him by his upper arms down a flight of stairs. Having regained some air Lewis tried yelling for help but a hand was clasped quickly and tightly over his mouth. Now the marine could only moan helplessly. Lewis continued struggling, hoping to get free but it was no use it seemed. The ropes were tied too tight. Once at the bottom of the stairs the marine's hijacker, losing patience gave his captive another hard punch to the gut. "HOOOFFFFF!!!" Lewis sputtered a second time and collapsed to his knees, gasping for air. But this time he was not given time to recover as a knee connected with his chin. "ARRRHHHHH!!!" the marine yelped miserably. "Don't think that just because I haven't killed you that I won't change my mind Soldier boy," Lewis heard a male voice say, sounding harsh. "Fuck you man, I'm no soldier boy, I'm a marine and…" Lewis began but for his rant he received yet another knee to the chin. "ARRRHHHHHH!!! Fucker!!!" "Marine, yeah, all the more reason I'm going to have some fun with you," the guy said, sounding psychotic now. "Do what I say man, or else! You understand?" Lewis could only grunt his compliance. Being gut punched and kneed to the chin had shaken him. He barely put up a struggle as a foul tasting rag was pulled tightly between his teeth and tied around his head. The hijacker seemed to being taking pleasure in roughing Lewis up as he gagged him. "Ha, I used this gag on the last man in uniform I had here Soldier boy," the hijacker laughed. "What you're tasting is his saliva and spit all over it…HA!!" Lewis could feel the rag bight into the sides of his mouth as his captor tied it securely and cruelly tight. And what was that the guy had said about the gag having been used on the last man in uniform he had here??? What was this that Lewis had been thrust into he thought miserably. The marine let out a small moan, half pain and half anger in protest. "Oh you like that Sunshine?" his captor asked mockingly. "Because I have more. I am going to make sure that that pretty mouth of yours is well gagged. I don't want to hear you whining when I start giving you orders.' Lewis most definitely did not like the sound of that. He heard what sounded like tape being pulled off a roll and sure enough, the marine found his mouth being sealed shut. Awful of awfuls Lewis thought, now the rag was jammed in his mouth and every time he swallowed he would taste whoever's saliva it was on the rag. The guy had said it had been used to gag another man in uniform. Lewis thought miserably if the man in uniform before him had also been a marine trapped here. The marine then could feel his feet being pushed together and tightly bound. "Okay Princess, you stay here and get comfortable," Lewis heard the guy say. Princess??? Sunshine??? Somehow Lewis liked being called Soldier boy a lot more now. "You're going to be tied up and gagged for a long while," the hijacker went on and Lewis' skin crawled. "You may as well get used to it. And don't try making any noise. I gagged you for a reason. You'll have plenty to cry about when the fun starts, trust me on that Soldier boy." "MMMFFFFF!!!" Lewis moaned and received a smack on the head. Cowed now, he stayed silent. Only when he heard no more movement and was sure he was alone did he try to move. Lewis struggled against the ropes that bound his hands, chest and feet but they were mercilessly tight. The more he struggled the tighter his bonds seemed to get, if that were possible. The marine had no way of knowing how much time had passed when he finally stopped squirming and struggling. Blindfolded, the world was only a hazy blur of light and shadows that intruded under the bandanna covering his eyes. Finally fatigued and hung over from all the drinks he had consumed earlier that evening Lewis gave up all his struggles. He rolled about for a while, hoping perhaps to find a way to get comfortable in his bondage. Eventually the marine thought he fell aXXXX. He could not tell if he was dreaming at first. The sensory deprivation screwed with his mind. His head was filled with weird sensations, not to mention his head still smarted from having been pistol whipped earlier. The poor marine could not even tell when he was awake or aXXXX. But Lewis then felt his body being lifted up and his hands untied. Was he being rescued??? "Okay Petunia, rise and shine, the funs about to begin," Lewis heard the hijacker say and his heart sunk like the Titanic. "Petunia???" Lewis said to himself. "Fucking Petunia???"   Corporal Lewis was soon completely untied and just as the last of the ropes were undone from his feet he decided he would pounce and really teach this fucker who had so brazenly XXXX him a lesson. The well-trained marine figured he would simply whip the blindfold off and pummel the guy. The gag, er- the gags would come off after he was done teaching whoever this dude was a lesson. Inwardly Lewis had hoped against hope that all this had been a sick and twisted joke played on him by some of his buddies in the service with him. But being pistol whipped over the head back in that alley was not a joke his buddies would have played on him. No, all of this was too real the young marine realized more and more. Once the ropes were off his feet the hijacker kept Lewis gagged and blindfolded as he helped him to his feet to a standing position. "MMMFFFFF!!!" Lewis sputtered angrily and pulled out of the man's grasp, thinking, "I'm not tied up now fucker!!" But just as Lewis was about to, as he had thought, pummel the guy, the marine heard the click of a concealed item. "It's pointing right at that nice muscular chest of yours Soldier boy," Lewis heard the guy say. "To be honest I don't want to bloody up that pretty uniform of yours, but if I have to I will." The marine, terror stricken, froze in place and without thinking raised his hands high… He whimpered miserably as he heard the hijacker chuckle. "RHUUUU ru ahnt?" Lewis blubbered through his gag, trying to say, "What do you want?" "HA, that's rich, trying to talk through two gags Soldier boy," the guy laughed and Lewis heard the concealed item click again. The marine shivered in his shoes and socks. "Trying to talk when I didn't even give you permission to do so," the guy said, sounding more and more psychotic now. "But I can understand your confusion over all of this, so this one time I will forgive you. As for what I want, ah, that is a good question and you are about to find out my pet. Because what I want is what you're presently wearing, your uniform. "Rhy rhuniforn? Rar rhu rout ruv rhur ruckin' nine?" Lewis gurgled, clenching his raised hands into fists, trying to say, "My uniform? Are you out of your fucking mind?" The man simply chuckled in response. Lewis wanted to tell him that there was no way he was taking his uniform off, but seeing as he was still helplessly in this man's power he really didn't see any way out of it. "Now, I suppose there are a few ways we can go about this Soldier boy," the man said and again Lewis heard the click of the concealed item. The marine's breath caught in his throat… "I want you to do it blindfolded for me, somehow watching you strip out of your uniform that way will be very tantalizing, wouldn't you agree?" the man asked the captive marine in a mocking manner. "Putting a bullet in you really is the last thing I want to do, but as I said, if I have to I will. Another way to get you stripped is I can again bash you over the head with this concealed item and then strip you myself. Yes, that actually might be fun, handling that hard marine body of yours while I remove all your clothes. Just like it felt so good when I XXXX you out in that alley and carried you over my shoulder to my car, HA! I had you slung over my shoulder like a side of beef and one hand over that sweet tight ass of yours. Now, it's all up to you my pet, which way do you want to do this?" Lewis wanted to be able to say: "Fuck you, I'm not your pet you fucking asshole," but he thought better of it and slowly lowered his arms. The marine began by unbuttoning his uniform jacket. He shucked it down his muscular arms and let it drop to the floor beside him. Very unbecoming for a marine he thought, dropping his pride and joy uniform to the floor. "That's it Soldier boy, do it in sections," the guy said, now sounding scarily reasonable. "Ruckin' rervert," Lewis muttered, trying to say, "Fucking pervert." Obviously the marine was wondering miserably why he had been XXXX just so he could be made to do a striptease for whoever the fuck this guy was. Next he undid the knot in his tie, dropped it to the floor and began unbuttoning his shirt. He heard the hijacker taking deep breaths as he bared his muscular hairy chest. "Fuck, the marines really do a job on getting you grunts in shape huh Soldier boy?" the hijacker said. Lewis found himself nodding "Yes" and placed his hands over his stomach before taking his unbuttoned shirt off. The guy brazenly gave one of the marine's big pink nipples a fast squeeze followed by a bottle-cap twist. "MMMMFFF…" Lewis moaned and unhitched his uniform trousers. He felt an overwhelming sense of humiliation as he slid his uniform trousers down his legs and off. Needlessly to say he nearly tripped and nearly lost his balance a few times as he de-panted himself. Stripping down while blindfolded was not an easy task the captive marine realized. "Very nice Soldier boy, very nice indeed," Lewis heard the guy say as he now stood there in just a pair of gray boxer shorts and calf length black cotton socks. Lewis wanted to ask the guy if he was some kind of crazy voyeur. He wondered if looking at the marine in his underpants and socks was giving him a cheap thrill of some kind. Fuck, XXXX a marine was not only a shitty ass thing to do to him, but it was against the law as well Lewis was thinking with his tortured mind. But XXXX him to strip out of his uniform, his pride and joy was beyond mortifying. "Okay, now, back on the floor and hands behind you Soldier boy," Lewis heard the hijacker say and he groaned awfully as he felt his hands being retied once more behind him. He sat there in his boxer shorts and socks, de-uniformed and feeling totally embarrassed, more embarrassed than he had ever felt in his life. Being captured like this was humiliating enough, he was just a marine out that night on the prowl for some beautiful women, but being XXXX to strip out of his uniform was beyong humiliating. He would rather have stripped for a couple of pretty ladies. The marine sat with his legs crossed in front of him feeling awful and appalled as the guy, whoever the hell he was bound up his hands behind him again. Looking the scantily clad marine over the hijacker liked what he saw. He had to chuckle aloud when he saw the beginnings of an erection tenting the front of his captive's boxer shorts. "Hmm, somehow I'm getting the feeling that you're enjoying all this huh Soldier boy?" the guy asked with a feeling of elation and an erection of his own in his pants. Lewis nodded his head "No" furiously from side to side as his hands were done being bound behind him. "That's a good chowder head," the guy laughed, tagging Lewis with yet another offensive sounding nickname. "See? If you cooperate nothing bad will happen to you. Well, maybe that's not one hundred percent correct, but trust me, it is far better that you cooperate because the punishments that I can administer can be far, far worse if you don't." The guy stepped to the front of the seated marine and told him to stretch his legs out in front of him. With no choice whatsoever in the matter Corporal Lewis did as he was told. "Here, let me get your socks off for you, I'll be needing them as well as the rest of your uniform Soldier boy," the hijacker said and peeled Lewis' moist and funky scented black cotton socks from his feet. Clad now in just his boxer shorts Lewis felt just about totally put on display. He wondered if the guy would help himself to his underpants as well, JEEZ! "Now, I've always wanted to be a man in uniform," Lewis heard his captor say as the guy got busy retying his bared feet. "Now here is my chance huh Chowder head?" The marine simply stared in blindfolded darkness at the direction the voice was coming from. He then sensed his pile of clothing being picked up. What did this fucking weird and sick guy mean that he had always wanted to be a man in uniform??? What in all hell was going on here??? The marine squirmed and seethed in his bondage as the sounds of someone getting undressed filled the room…   As captured marine Corporal Lewis squirmed around on the floor in bondage, wearing only his boxer shorts, a blindfold and two gags he listened for the sounds of his captor. The marine heard a pair of shoes clonking to the floor followed by the sounds of pants being unhitched and then slid down a pair of legs. What in all hell was this about? He had been captured in an alley when he'd gone to take a piss, brought blindfolded and bound to an unknown destination and then XXXX to strip at concealed itempoint out of his uniform while blindfolded. Now he heard the man who had captured him getting undressed himself. Was he planning perhaps to XXXX the marine Corporal Lewis wondered in fear. If that was the case and he was feeling fear why in all hell was his cock rock hard in his boxer shorts then??? Unknown to the squirming and bound up, gagged and blindfolded marine the man who had captured him was indeed removing his own clothing. He stripped down to his underpants and then looked over at the tied up marine, his exceptionally well-toned body as he pulled on the corporal's black socks. The man's dick throbbed in his underpants as he next helped himself to the marine's uniform trousers. A short while later Corporal Lewis, straightened up into a seated position on the floor once more felt the man hunkered down beside him. "You ready for this Soldier boy? You ready to see what I've wrought tonight my chowder head?" the hijacker asked, his fingers toying meanly with the side of Lewis' blindfold. "MMMFFF…" was Lewis' reply. "Perfect, this is all so very perfect," the hijacker said breathlessly and placed a hand over Lewis' blindfold, pushing it up slowly till it became a regular bandanna tied around the corporal's head. When Lewis' eyes adjusted back to the light of the room he saw first that he was indeed in a basement of some kind. The next thing he took in the sight of caused his eyes to open wide in total shock. His captor, the man who had so brazenly managed to capture him was wearing his uniform. "MMMMFFFFFF!!!!" Corporal Lewis sputtered madly, seeing this guy, who was the same size and build of him wearing his uniform. It was a disgrace to put it plainly. He had earned the right to wear that uniform. He had suffered through hours upon hours and months and months of PT training to earn the right to wear that uniform. Now this grinning psycho was wearing it and he was wearing nothing more than his underpants. The fucker had even taken his damned socks for crying out loud. "Har, Har, Har, and har for you my chowder head," the hijacker chuckled as Lewis stared at him in fear and awe. With the right haircut this guy could actually pose as him Lewis thought, the possibility of it was enormously frightening. The guy was still hunkered down next to the captured marine, one hand resting gently on his shoulder the other toying with the marine's nipple, squeezing it between his fingers, mashing it, twisting it. "Hmm, bet you're wondering why in hell I'm all dudied up in your pretty uniform huh Soldier boy?" the hijacker asked with a grin. "MMMMMFFFF…" Corporal Lewis groaned, chills coursing through him as the man toyed with his nipple. "Our roles have just been reversed here tonight Chowder head, fuckin' soldier boy," the guy mused with a sinister looking glint in his eyes. "When I saw you at the bar tonight it could not have been more perfect. I know all about the secret project called "The Red Raven" that the army is working on." At the mention of "The Red Raven" Corporal Lewis' eyes opened wider yet. How had this guy, a goddamned civilian learned of that very secret, very top secret project??? "Dressed in your uniform and with your haircut that I intend to get first thing tomorrow and with your military ID I will be able to infiltrate any military base and learn all I need to know about "Red Raven," Lewis' captor said and finally let go of the corporal's nipple. "Once I've obtained the information from a military computer I'll be able to sell it to the highest bidder." Lewis watched, sitting there tightly tied as the man stood up and stepped to the stairs that led out of the basement. "As for you my handsome corporal, that is a whole other story I'm sure," the man said. "Because once I've sold that information I'm sure the military will issue a court martial order for you… Hmm, maybe after all this is done I should sell you to the highest bidder as well…" "RRRRMMMFFFFFF!!!!" Lewis screamed into his gag and then watched forlornly as the man made his way up the steps and out of the basement. The sound of the door to the basement closing and locking filled the captured marine with a dread he never knew before…     The End?????   Out of Uniform       Lewis played Mike   The hijacker played by Mitch   Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 2/13/2007

Tags: story, stripped, dominated, blindfold, tape gag, muscle,tying, bare feet, underwear, hairy chest

Model Behavior

34 photos; 5:29 video

Model; Chad
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/23/2011

tags: nude, butt, tape gag, hands behind back

Back Seat

14 photos; 7:31 video

Model: Diego
Photography by Marco

Date of Production: 06/16/2021

Tags: butt, bare feet, outdoors, otm gag

The Replacement Driver

20 photos; 6:07 video

The Truck Driver played by Rex
Photography by Caitiff


Tags: cleave gag, bear, underwear, bad guy, groped, beard, tattoos, plot

Missing the Party

21 photos; 4:30 video

Model: Brian
Photography by ZCaitiff

Tags: tape gag, dominated, groped, stirpped, penis, bad guy, underwear

Crime and Punishment

41 photos; 4:14 video

 No one noticed Brad as he crept into the apartment complex.  It was a converted warehouse and there were plenty of dark corners to hid in.  No one saw Brad as he went up the stairs to the top apartment.  And no one saw Brad as came to the door and pulled out a screw driver and began to work at the lock.

    The security was no issue.  Just a standard dead bolt.  It didn’t take very long at all.  The door barely creaked as Brad sneaked in.  He had seen the owners leave for some fancy dinner half an hour ago.  Brad knew that the couple had to have lots of expensive stuff and he would probably have a good hour to get it all.   A nice looking digital camera was the first thing in the bag.
   Brad was busy looking around for the next thing to steal in the darkened apartment.  That might have been why he didn’t see the shadow of the man behind him until he had already been grabbed.  Though smaller then Brad, the guy was really strong and before the thief could react, Brad found his arms pinned behind him in some kind of kung fu move.
    
    “Well, look at what we have here.”, the man said a she held the struggling burglar.
    
    Brad was by no means a weakling.  But his captor was some kind of black belt.  After a few punches to a nerve ending or two, Brad was easy prey.  Black cotton rope appeared as if out of nowhere, used ot bind Brad’s hands and arms securely behind his back.  Brad was now completely helpless and at the strange man’s mercy.
    
    “Guess you didn’t know I was here, huh?” the man asked.


    “Look, I don't’ want any trouble. You can have the stuff ba..MMmmmpphhh!!”, Brad’s attempt at pleading were cut off by the black rag that was knotted and shoved into his mouth, tied tightly behind his head.

    “Mmmpphhaaa?!”, Brad protested but his captor didn’t seem to care what he had to say.  Vainly Brad struggled against the ropes that held his hands.  The ropes bit into his wrists and the knots held tight.  brad wasn't’ getting out anytime soon.

    Brad could only sit on his ass. He was a prisoner and there was little brad could do about it.  Just to make things worse, the man took Brad’s nice new shoes he had bought with the money from the last score.  What the hell?   
“Mmmm?”
    
     “Don't’ worry, you wont’ be needing these.”, the man said.  He then began to lash Brad’s legs together, thigh to ankle.  More rope was tied tightly around his ankles and feet.
    
    “Comfy?”

    Brad gave the stranger a cold glare.  Not that Brad looked particularly menacing while bound and gagged on the hard wood floor.


    Brad was left ot his own devices while the man went ot another room.  Seeing his probably only chance at getting away, Brad continued his struggles. Of course, he had no more luck then before.  The ropes held him tight.  Even the gag was impossible to wiggle out, as tight as it was.  When the man returned, Brad lay on his side on the floor, jerking helplessly.

     The man knelt down closer to Brad and gave his ass a nice hard smack.

    “Since you have so much energy, I guess we had better do something to tire you out!
    

    Brad did not like the sound of that.  Nor the way his ass had been man handled though his jeans just then.  Not that there was a damn thing he could do about it.

    But Brad’s torment wasn’t to be sexual. It was to be far far worse.  As if sensing his captive’s weakness, Brad found his sensitive soles attacked.  Too late he understood why the man had removed his shoes.
   “Mmmmm!  Mmmpphhhaaa!!  Hmmffafafafafafafaaaahahaha!!!!”  The tickling became more and more unbearable.  The thing socks actually made his feet more sensitive!  Brad had no idea no idea how long he lay on the floor, bound, gagged and laughing uncontrollably through his gag.  When it was over, Brad could barely breath.  All of his energy was gone.

    “Time ot take care of you once and for all.”, Brad heard the man say menacingly when at last the torture was over.

    Brad was too exhausted to put up a fight.  His legs were untied and Brad was shoved to his feet and out the door onto the patio.  However, his hands remained tied behind his back.  The gag stayed in his mouth.
    


    Brad was made to sit and then had his feet tied up again.  A note was taped to Brad’s chest.  It read “I am a robber. Please arrest me!”
    
    “Hello?  Police?” , the man said as he talked on a cell phone, “Yes I think there’ s someone breaking into the apartment across the street. It’s 221 Cherokee.  Thanks!”

    “Mmmm!” Brad protested.  Shit!


    The man shoved Brad’s head into the pillow case Brad had been planning on using to loot the apartment.  He had to stay tied up until the police came at which point Brad had a lot of uncomfortable explaining to do.

    Brad never did figure out who that guy who had tied him up was.


Brad played by Taylor
Mystery Guy played by JMZ

   
tags: plot, story, cleave gag, bad guy, socks, tickled, hog tie