All In Black

26 photos; 6:23 video

Model: Chad
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 12/26/2013

Red Rope

30 photos; 3:40 video

Model; Arturo
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:05/16/2008

The P. O. W. by Caitiff

21 photos

Pfc Rod Chainey had just completed Boot camp and in a few weeks he would be on his way to Ranger School. And it had made him a little...cocky (or, as his friends would say, an asshole). That was why Corporal Chris Martiney decided to help adjust Rod's attitude. At least, that was the excuse he gave to his friends to get them to help him. "I hear your going to Ranger School", Chris shad to Rod as they were both drinking in a bar. "Yeah", Rod replied, taking another swig from his beer. Chris gave Rod a once over. Rod's glasses and boyish face made him look nerdish, especially when he wore his BCs, the big ugly glasses the military gave out. But when Chris got below the neck, he saw a body that probably inspired the phrase "built like a brick shit house". Rod had a body like a football player. And from what Chris knew about Rod, he wasn't too bright either. Big and dumb, just how Chris liked them. Perfect. "You know about the ranger training, right?" Chris asked. "Uhhh, usual bad ass stuff I guess. Weapons, hand to hand" Yep, not to bright. "Well, there's that but the real shit is the POW training" "Prisoner of War? What does that have to do with rangers?" "In case you get captured by the enemy. Last thing Uncle Sam wants is for some pussy to be pissing his pants and giving away everything he knows" Rod snorted," Won't happen to me. I can take it" "Maybe", but the look Chris gave Rod made it clear even maybe was being generous. "What's the worst that could happen?" That was the opening Chris had been waiting for," Why not find out. I've done the training. I can give you a sample so when you do it for real, you'll know what to expect. Give you an edge over all the others. How bout it?" Rod thought a while then, "Ok, sure why not" Famous last words. Chris handed Rod a paper with his address. "Show up in cammies. just like in boot camp. This Friday. Seventeen hundred hours. Expect it to take all weekend." Hook, line and sinker. Friday came and by 5pm, there was a XXXX on the door. Chris answered and, to no great surprise, there stood Private Rod Chainey. He was dressed in cammy pants, a green t-shirt and a cammy hat. He also was wearing his BC glasses (BC, for birth control. they were that ugly. But they were also unbreakable) "Come in" Chris commanded and as soon as Rod did, Chris's friends Ramone and Larry grabbed him. "What the fuck!" Rod yelled as amone and Ramone wrapped long lengths of rope around him, binding his hands fast and tight behind his back and rod's arms to his side. Then out came a roll of black tape. After a strip was wrapped around and around his head, Rod's cursing was reduced to grunting and groaning. To finish up, they removed Rod's boots and socks. "I did say this was prisoner of war training. What did you think prisoner meant?" Chris asked as he stood over Rod's struggling and bound form. Then He turned to Ramone and Larry, "But first, who's up for pizza?" Hours had passed, most of the day and so far the three friends had pretty much ignored Rod as he lay in the corner. They were now watching the game as they ate pizza delivery (Rod was so effectively gagged that the delivery guy had been o n the other side of the door and hadn't heard Rod's angry moans) To make matters worse, Rod had forgotten to eat and as he lay there in the corner, his stomach was growling. But all he could do was lay on he floor, rolling around like a worm and grunting. Finally he couldn't take it anymore. POW training had to have more then just laying around tied up and gagged. He wanted loose. MMMph MMMMmmmm Phhht!" Rod grunted as he rolled vigorously around on the floor. Finally he got their attention. "Oh yeah, I forgot about him. Pushy little bastard, ain't he?", Chris shad as he munched on his pizza', "I got an idea. How about we take turns trying to break him. It's about time the real training begins." First came amone and Rod soon learned why his shoes had been removed. With his big size 13 feet tightly bound, amone started right in with a tickling attack. Up and down his tender soles, Ramone's hands glided. Rod tried resisting but soon he was huffing through his gag so hard his cheeks were bulging from the tape. Faint squeals of laughter could be heard coming from the behind the tape. Suddenly Rod couldn't take it anymore. His body, though tightly bound, jerked frantically in a vain effort to escape.   " I think he likes it too much" Ramone joked. So they just hog tied him so he couldn't struggle so much and went right back to tickling. The soles of his feet, his sides, his stomach, All Rod could do was keep struggling and hope they stopped. His face was beet red and he couldn't breath. He was trying to laugh so hard, that he couldn't inhale through his nose. He could feel himself beginning to black out. But before that happened, Ramone stopped. "Want to be untied now? Do you give up?" he asked. Rod gave the best answer he could while gagged with tape. "Mmmpht mmmmooo!" He moaned angrily as he shook his head no.      Larry's turn and after undoing the hog tie, the three captors took something else off, Rod's pants. Rod's face went red again, this time from embarrassment. His bare ass was hanging out while he lay bound and gagged and helpless. Rod wasn't ashamed of his body. Just...he wasn't sure about being nearly naked while all these guys were staring at him. And he had a bit of a hard on. A hard on he tried to hid by laying on his stomach. Fortunately, Larry didn't seem interested in that end. Instead, he took off his belt and immediately began wailing into Rod's ass. Rod flinched with each strike. The Ramone switched to his hands and that seemed worse because Ramone hit even harder. Every so often, Ramone would interrupt his spanking by rubbing Rod's butt cheeks a few times but then the spanking would continue again. Rod didn't know which was worse because the rubbing was making his hard on grow worse and with his hands tied behind his back and the way he was lying, his dick was enlarging at a painful angle. Finally Ramone, his hand almost as sore and red as Rod's butt, asked if Rod had had enough. "Mmmpht mmmmooo!" Rod grunted, even more defiantly then before. Finally it was Chris's turn but this time Chris did something different first. "I'll break him," he told Ramone and Ramone, " But I need to be alone with him. Thanks for softening him up for me" Once they were alone, Chris went over to Rod and flipped him over. Rod's raging hard on, painfully trapped before, sprang to full attention. " I thought so." Was all Chris shad as he began to softly stroke Rod's...rod. And this time, Rod wasn't quite so defiant."Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!' Rod moaned desperately. But even as he shoot his head no, Rod's hips were thrusting in time t o Chris' stroking. Faster and faster the stroking came and in a minute, Rod knew he would too. It was getting almost impossible to hold back and Rod suddenly didn't want too. And just as Rod knew he was about to shoot...Chris stopped.. "Mmmmmmm! Mm MMMpht!" Rod pleaded, but Chris just sat back with a strange look in his eyes. Rod could feel his hard on subsiding, his body relaxing. he was only half hard now. Then Chris started stroking him again. And like before, Rod's body responded even before Rod's mind did. and as before, Chris stopped, always somehow knowing the moment when Rod was about to cum. All Rod didn't even hesitate to answer. "Mmmmmmmm! MMMMM!!!!" he grunted, shaking his head vigorously yes. Anything Chris wanted, Rod would do. Chris smiled. He was going to have a busy weekend.   Much later, after Rod had gone off to Ranger School, Chris wondered if he ever figured out that ranger training had nothing to do with what he had gone through in Chris's little apartment. Nah, Chris thought, none of the others had. and So Chris went looking for another soldier with an attitude problem. The End? Model: Brad Photographer:Caitiff Date of production: 05/23/2001

Lathered

42 photos

Model: Lather
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 11/15/2009

Felt Up by Slade

20 photos; 4:21 video

Model: Axl James
Photography by Slade   Date of Production: 08/02/2020

Taping the Coach

29 photos; 5:11 video

The Coach gets some training of his own.

Coach played by Ron Jeffries
Photographry by Caitiff   Date of Production: 06/20/2020

Tight Little Bundle

29 photos; 6:35 video

Model: Steve Thompson
Photography by Caiti8ff

  Date of PRoduction: 05/25/2020

Blue Jeans

22 photos; 4:36 video

Model: Rex
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 04/15/2013

Friendly Visit

21 photos; 4:03 video

Bound Guy played by Derek
Friend played by Rawy
Bad Guy played by JMZ Photography by Caitiff     Date iof Production: 09/22/2012

Slim

25 photos

Cowboy played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff     Date of production: 01/24/2005

Jock Strap Boi

24 photos; 4:54 video

Model : Matthew
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 07/19/2012

Athletic Property

20 photos; 3:55 video

Rugby Player played by Rick
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 06/04/2020

Robbed

25 photos; 5:03 video

They took everything

Bound Guy played by Alan
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 06/05/2020

Helpless Hog Tied Hero

29 photos; 6:33 video

Hero played by Dante
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 09/24/2019

On the Way to Venetia By Caitiff

20 photos

Twas a fine autumn day when Thoris the Walker was passing through the woods of Fallsdale. For many a month, Thoris had been traversing from city state to city state in his quest to learn of the world. Thoris had heard of the dangers of the wood but it offered a path that would cut his trip to the city of Venetia by a day. And Thoris wasn't one to shirk from danger anyway. Surely he could handle a few miscreants. The woods had grown brown and old as it prepared for winter. Even the birds had gone to greener places. Only the wind's gentle moan accompanied Thoris as he passed through the lonely wood. So Thoris stopped and listened when he heard the cracking of the brush behind him. Before he had even a chance to draw his sabre, five highwaymen had surrounded him, their own sabres drawn menacingly. "Well, another fine bird we've caught!" sneered the thieve's leader. "T'would seem no one heeds our woods reputation, would it, Boys!" The Thieves laughed at their leader's joke and as they grabbed Thoris roughly and stood him against an ancient tree. Course rope was wound about his hands, binding them tight. Then that same rope was similarly tied around the tree. "Mmmmmm!" Thoris protested mighty as a greasy black gag was cruelly XXXX in his mouth and tied in place. Thoris' hood was pulled over his eyes. The Highwaymen then proceeded to empty his money bag . " I thank thee for thy generosity!" The leader gave a courtious bow before disappearing. By the time Thoris managed to throw his hood back to see, the highway men were gone "Mmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" was all Thoris could say at the indignity as he struggled and struggled against the ropes that bound him. His wrists were rubbed raw and became slick with sweat. And was the sweat that gave Thoris his chance to escape. By the time Thoris had managed to extricate himself, the morning had gone and the sun shown high above. weakly, he trudged on. Fortunately, the scoundrels had not taken his beloved walking staff, thinking it a worthless stick. And they had also not found the secret pouch in his pants with the rest of his money. The highwaymen had delayed him but not broken him. Perhaps it was Thoris' relief that preoccupied him enough to not notice the second group of highwaymen who had surrounded him. "XXXX to the tyrant of Fallsdale! XXXX to Baron Gilder!" the apparent rebels bellowed as they grabbed Thoris and shoved another back greasy rag into Thoris' mouth. Thoris could only moan and grunt in helpless rage as he was once again bound to a tree. This time his hands were tied above his head to a tree limb. Another cord kept his back against the tree trunk. The rebel's hands explored Thoris' body, poking and prodding but did not find his secret money pouch. That is, the rebels incessant rubbing began having an unexpected effect. His manhood began responding, enlarging until it burst from the confines of his clothes. " Well well well", one of the rebels observed," seems he enjoys it a bit much!" The rebel made a move to grab Thoris' manhood but then stopped, feeling instead around Thoris' crotch. he then reached inside the pants and pulled out the secret money pouch. "We thank you for you kind donation to the cause!" One rebel yelled out. Another grabbed a hold Thoris' walking stick. "Nice walking stick" was all he said before they rebels, like the highwaymen before them, disappeared into the forest. The sun had arced across most of the sky by the time Thoris had freed himself. The ropes had taken forever to get out of, his hands rubbed red and raw. Now Thoris had no money, no walking stick and he still had a long march until he would be clear of this damn forest. What else could go wrong? "Your money or your life!" The leader of another group of highwaymen threatened, his men surrounding Thoris. The sun was beginning to set upon the forest of Fallsdale. the only sounds were the whistling wind and the strained and muffled grunts of Thoris and he rolled and thrashed desperately to untie himself. Once gain, Thoris had been bound and helpless. Yet another black greasy rag had been shoved into his mouth, gagging him (perhaps this was some kind of tradition among thieves) This time, Thoris had been laid down on the cold wet ground. His hands were tied behind his back and his feet bound with cord. Then even more rope was wrapped tightly and cruelly around Thoris, his chest, arms and legs. When the highway men were through, Thoris could only squirm helplessly in his bonds like a worm. The ruffians did not found any money. Thoris had none left. They had even searched his pants, having heard a group of thieves/rebels had robbed a man who had hidden a pouch near his manhood. So the robbers took his shoes and disappeared as all the others had. "Mmmmmm! MMMMM!!!" Thoris desperately cried for help but then thought better of it. He would probably only bring even more robbers and rebels and highwaymen. Thoris put all his strength into trying to slip his hands out of the ropes but this band were much better at ropes then the others. His body was secured and helpless. The gag made any cry for help only a muffled moan, even if Thoris was willing to try again. Bound and gagged and helpless, Thoris could only pray that he somehow got free before night came and the really dangerous robbers and cut throats came out. The End   Model: Brendon Photographer: Caitiff    

Pajamies

26 photos

Model: Arturo
Photography by Caitiff

Ready

23 photos; 3:58 video

Bowler Bound in the Backroom

30 photos; 3:08 video

I really wanted that Trophy.  So all l had to do was make sure the other team's best player was out of the way.

Bound Bowler played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 07/08/2020

Late to the Game

20 photos; 4:13 video

Thier best player won't be showing up today.

Bound Athlete played by Vladimir
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 07/11/2020

On Break by TBBM

30 photos; 4:24 video

Manny was new to the job and already he was rubbing the other staff at the office in less than a week since starting. When he wasn't boring his co-workers with his dreams of bigger things, implying that his current job was beneath him, he was also rather unprofessional. It didn't take much to see that Manny had a way with words and not a good way. He was often flippant with customers on the phone, would show up late for work and at least twice snuck home early. This was in less than a week. In short: there was discussion on how to handle Manny by bosses and co-workers alike. They wondered if they should simply fire him or give him a written warning about his conduct. The latter option was decided, until the second week of his employment, Manny began to cross a few too many lines. Manny was aware that he was an attractive man and even when someone would insist they were not attracted to Manny, he would think otherwise. One of the senior bosses observed Manny's behavior over the course of the morning, quietly seething at the young man's behavior. He noticed Manny offending three of workers over a sexist joke, had noticed Manny helping himself to some office supplies when he thought no one was looking at him and to add insult to injury, Manny had made the mistake of insulting this particular senior boss's husband to boot. Enough was enough. Manny had to be dealt with and fast before things further escalated. When Manny conveniently snuck out 15 minutes earlier for lunch, the senior boss sent an email to the rest of the staff, telling them to take the rest of the day off but to be in early tomorrow for a treat. It took only 15 minutes for them to leave, delighted with the shorter work day. When Manny returned nearly a half an hour than he was meant to, he was hit from behind. When he came to, he found himself hogtied on his own desk, a rag shoved in his mouth and another one tied over it to keep him quiet. Manny moaned furiously, doing his best to get himself free. He soon realized that it was not a potential thief who had come into the near empty office and tied him, but it was the senior boss. Manny had no choice but to listen to the series of mess ups he had committed since starting at the office and while he tried to apologize and beg for forgiveness, this boss was showing none. Manny stayed there for hours tied and gagged and moaning for mercy. When he did finally get free, he was handed his notice and told that he should be grateful he only had to suffer a little humiliation for his unprofessional working behavior. Manny left the office, embarrassed , unemployed and oddly turned on by the experience. Office work might not have been a good fit for him, but Manny realized something else might be.
Bound Guy played by Manny
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 07/10/2020

The Lodger by Caitiff

25 photos; 2:31 video

 Eric was dead tired after slogging up and down the stairs to this new apartment for the last hour. Finally he had gotten most of his stuff in. It hadn't’ be easy, having to do it all by himself. At least his brother had given him some boxes. Eric didn't’ have much after the divorce. So he had settled on an apartment in a not nice part of town. As he carried the last box upstairs, he got some funny looks from his new neighbours. Looking at the front of the box, Eric noticed that the front read “Police Leather Restrains” Great now they think I’m either a cop or a freak, Eric thought. Well they probably didn't’ think he was a cop since unlike his clean cut brother who actually was a police officer, Eric had tattoos and long hair. Unfortunately some his neighbours were not that bright. or maybe they were just too greedy. When Eric walked into his place, tow masked men were waiting for him.  “Ok Pig, do as we say now!” Deciding not to be a hero, Eric complied. To his embarrassment they found a pair of handcuffs in the box, a present from his now ex wife during happier times. Eric soon had his hands cuffed behind him as he kneeled on the hard floor. “Where’s the stash?” One of them asked. “What? I don't’ have any ...mmmpphh”, Eric’s words were cut off as a dirty rag was used to gag him. “Fuck that, Man! Got to keep this asshole gagged up.”, the other burglar said. “Just rip the place and take what we can!” Which is precisely what they did. Eric was XXXX to sit his ass down on his office chair while the men ransacked the place. Most of Eric’s stuff being still in boxes, it was easy fo them to simply cart most of his possessions away. They would only find old dishes and half used shampoo bottles but still, it was all that Eric had. As they began to take the boxes out fo the apartment, they bound Eric’s legs with some twine that had been lying about. When the left, Eric struggled, moaning loudly. But this was a really bad neighbourhood so no paid attention the sounds of a man bound and gagged in the room above. Eric was about to curse his luck when it soured even more. The men came back!  “Damn this guy didn't’ have nothing. This was s a waste of time.” “Maybe not. We still got some time and this guy got’s a nice ass for a white boy.” Eric did not like where this was heading. He liked it even less when he was made ot stand up and lean against his still upright mattress. Eric’s face turned red as his shorts were pulled down, exposing his round butt. The burglars threw the mattress onto the floor and Eric along with it. While one burglar slapped Eric’s ass and did other indignities upon his poor helplessly bound body, the other was already taking off his own pants. “Mmpphh! Mmmmmmm!”, Eric pleaded for help through his gag but none was forthcoming it seemed. Just then came a XXXX on the door and then it burst open! Cops swarmed in, arresting the two would be rapists. Apparently Eric’s brother had come over to help after all. Finding his brother’s stuff being taken away by two strange men, he had called his fellow cops. Eric’s brother had a change of heart and decided to let Eric stay with him until Eric got back on his feet. And neither spoke of the incident again.   The End

Eric Played byMickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:07/14/2010

Wrapped Tight

36 photos; 4:03 video

... Is Sweet! by Marie

20 photos

Being Knotty

28 photos; 6:12 video

Being Knotty by Kurt Derek and Jake were nervous, but they were broke and worked up their bravado after answering the ad they'd see on a bulletin board at college: "HOT GUYS WANTED FOR ADULT FILMS! STRICTLY LEGIT! $500 FOR ONE HOUR'S WORK!" As they drove downtown, looking for the address from the ad, they kidded with each other to keep up their confidence. "Dude, you think we'll have to get naked?" Jake asked his buddy. "I dunno, bro, but it might be hot", Derek said. "Besides, we've been in the shower together, no biggie. Except my dick, that's a biggie. You're hung like a Brussels sprout. They might reject you." "Fuck off, dick," Jake replied, laughing. "You know we're hung almost exactly the same." "True that, bro, I'm just bustin' with ya. We're partners in this. Damn, some hot chicks, foolin' around and 500 bucks!" The boys pulled up at the address. It was a big old hangar-like warehouse in the seedy waterfront part of town. The boys got out and XXXX on the door. "Come in," a sexy female voice said from within. The boys went in and saw a beautiful brunette seated behind a desk. Both boys' johnsons jerked at the sight of her tits molded tightly into a black bodysuit. "You boys here for the film?" she purred, her eyes running up and down the boys' bodies. "Hmmm...I think you'll do nicely."  She led them through a large sliding door where they saw a set comprised of a large bed and some cheap furniture, and some lightstands. "Strip boys, time to audition!" Derek and Jake gulped simultaneously, but overcame their shyness and stripped down. "All the way, hunks, don't be shy." They shed their briefs and stood in the all-together. "Nice, very nice. Now, this is an adult film, boys, you understand?" "Yes, Maam", they both mumbled. "It involves bondage. Do you have a problem with that?" "Uh, I guess not," Derek replied. "What do we have to do?" "Not too much...just look sexy," she cooed. "Where are the girls?" Jake asked. "Oh, they'll be along in a sec. THEY'RE READY!", she yelled, and two tall men entered the set, each with a handful of rope in their hands. The boys stood still as the men worked elaborate Japanese-style bondage over their bodies. "Whoa, dude, take it easy," Derek complained, as the rope was worked through his ass crack and around his cock and balls. Jake couldn't help laughing as he saw his buddy getting manhandled and roped up. He made a little squeak of his own as the rope went through his ass, and Derek laughed too.  "What happens now...gurrggghhh!" Jake's question was cut off as a bandanna gag was tied tightly between his teeth. A similar grunt escaped Derek's mouth as he was also gagged. "I told a little fib, boys. This is a GAY bondage film. If you want the five hundred, you have to play along." Both boys mmmphed through their gags in stereo. "Don't worry, it's what we call vanilla. Just snuggle and rub against each other, like two cute teddy bears. Have a little sword fight with your cocks, if you can manage it in those ropes." Both boys were horrified by this twist of events. But they both had huge bar tabs and leftover tuition bills, so after looking deeply into each other's eyes, they went to it.

Fin
Jake played by: Chad
Derek played by Derek
Rope Work by Slade
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:02/24/2012