The Room Down the Hall

21 photos; 5:38 video

Model: Derek Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 10/22/2014

Janitor's Closet

22 photos; 3:54 video

Model: Chad Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:07/23/2013

LET'S GET PHYSICAL By Marty

20 photos

Like most personal trainers, Ricky was unnecessarily cocky. The knowledge that it was his golden touch and harsh words that transformed fat losers into people who could almost look as good as he did was what kept him going; in point of fact, Ricky viewed himself as godlike. Unfortunately, his bad attitude didn't help him in the romance department; the ladies he dated quickly grew tired of conversation that centered only on physical conditioning, skin creams, and how much money Ricky made. Of course, Ricky was so self-absorbed that he never really noticed that he couldn't get more than one date with anyone.  But now it was 2 in the morning, and Ricky was at the gym working out. It was a 24-hour gym, and he was the only patron, which always made him very happy; he never thought that mere mortals had the right to share his workout space. It just happened he was able to get one of the private studios to use. As he watched himself in the mirror for the next forty-five minutes, all he could think about was exactly how godlike he really was. In fact, he was so wrapped up in his thoughts about himself that he never heard the intruders enter the workout room until the click of a scream brought him to his senses. He turned around and saw a large and very-well-built male figure wearing all-black and a ski mask. "Don't try to be a hero, beautiful," the man said, as Tony put his hands up. "We've already got the guy at the front desk taken care of. This is a simple robbery; it's your bad luck you're here." The masked man revealed some lengths of rope. "Hands behind your back." For all his macho bravado, Ricky was terrified of the man, and he wordlessly put his hands behind his back. The masked man quickly set about the task of tying Ricky's wrists and then his ankles, then whipped out some sort of dark cloth and gagged the trainer. What surprised Ricky the most was that he couldn't get out of the ropes no matter how hard he struggled. As he watched the masked man rummage through his gym bag on the floor in the corner and remove his wallet, cell phone and Palm Pilot, he felt a sense of powerlessness to which he was completely unaccustomed. It was the realization that his attacker was actually in better shape than he was that finally XXXX Ricky to whimper through the gag cleaved across his ripe lips. "No one can hear you, wussy," the masked man said. "You might as well stop trying." He came over and spent the next few minutes hog-tying Ricky, ultimately rubbing a gloved hand all over Ricky's rippling biceps and pecs. "Damn, man. You must bench way over three hundred." "Fffffrrrrr," Ricky said, against his better judgment. "Four, yeah? Wow," the masked man replied. He bent down and looked right into Ricky's frightened eyes. "If we had time, I'd stay here and fuck you into next week. I bet that would take you down a peg, huh?" Ricky moaned and shifted uncomfortably. "Too bad there's no time. But I've got your address, so maybe I'll just pay you a visit sometime. I think you need a new kind of training." He rubbed his crotch. "And I'm gonna give you a hell of a workout." He planted a quick kiss on Ricky's gagged lips, stood up, and left Ricky tied and struggling on the floor. Eventually, Ricky and the guy at the front desk managed to free themselves and call the police, although the burglars were never caught. But the whole thing was a very humbling experience for Ricky; he never quite thought of himself the same way again. A couple of weeks later, there was a note in his mailbox: "Dear Wussy, Expect a visit." The End?   Ricky played by Tony Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 04/05/2002

No One Likes a Tease by Caitiff

36 photos; 5:31 video

 Harry had started his day normally. He washed up, checked his e-mail and got ready for his jog. One e-mail caught his eye before he logged off. He had been playing around with this one guy, Hotroper69 online about a “takening”. The idea of wanting to be taken seemed absurd to Harry but he played along. It was kind of mean but Harry figured the guy would never find him so what was the harm? “Would you be ready today”, was all the e-mail said. Sure, Harry typed back but neglected to give a time or his address. Harry soon forgot all about that as he went out for his morning jog. He probably shouldn’t have. Unknown to him, the guy who wanted do tie him up was waiting outside his house. Harry got into the alley behind his house before a chemical soaked rag was shoved over his face. Harry went down after a few moments of struggling. When he woke up he was tied up hand and foot. “Hey, what’s going on here.” Before him stood a man in black. “You said you were ready today. So i came out. The surprise make sit more fun.” “Wait what?..Mmmmppphhh!”, Harry was cut off as layer after layer of athletic tape was wrapped over his mouth. Oh my God, this is Hotroper69! But how had he gotten here so fast? Harry struggled against his bondage, trying to get free or at least get the gag off so he could this guy he was just joking. Sweat beaded down his brow as Harry remembered all the stuff he had “agreed” that Hotroper69 could do to him if he XXXX Harry. HArry had never been tied up before and it was probably his lack of experience that kept him from getting loose. Harry had had no idea that a guy could be tied up so securely. As much as he rolled around and strained, Harry made no progress. “Ok Stud, enough fooling around. Time ot get down to business.” “Mmmmpphh!” , Harry tried talking through the gag but it did no good. Harry was XXXX to his feet and onto his dresser. Harry’s shanghaier spent several minutes feeling up his bound and muscular stud. “Mm..!”, Harry grunted as his nipples were pinched and his package felt up. I should never have given this guy my real picture, Harry thought. Harry was shoved over onto his stomach and then tightly hog tied. If the simple rope bondage he had been in before was inescapable, this was even worse. The rope tied Harry’s hands tightly to his socked feet. But that was noting compared ot what occurred next. Harry’s shorts were pulled down, exposing his bubble butt. “There’s what I came for.” Hotroper69 said as he gave Harry’s ass a hard slap. “I’,m so glad you agreed ot do this today, stud. I was beginning to think you were just some troll leading me on. Now we can have some real fun.” The End   Harry played byJace Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:06/10/2010

Nice to Meet You

4:23 video

Always fun ot meet new people

(Sorry, no  photos for this.  But the video is pretty hot)

Bound Guy played by Axl James
Bad Guy played by Dick Bob
Photography by Slade Lycan


Date of Production: 08/02/2020

Circuit Boi Bound

30 photos; 5:07 video

Circuit Boi played by Rhett Tucker
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/17/2020

Firing Your Boss

31 photos; 5:37 video

Bound Guy played by Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/10/2020

Jokes On You by JMZ

40 photos; 5:29 video

I watched as he withered helplessly on the floor. I couldn’t help but chuckle as he yelped and kicked at me. I didn’t mean to be so cruel, but it was a game we played for years. This time however it seems I had the upper hand. There was no way he was going to top this one. I may have gone a little too far, but what was really too far.   Gary and I had been roommates for a couple of years. We met at college and had a lot in common. One of these things was our evil sense of humor. We had spent the last two years trying desperately to one up each other. It all started with a harmless joke involving whip cream and a feather, but it quickly began to escalate. We couldn’t seem to help ourselves. Every practical joke grew more elaborate and crueler than the last. Our girlfriends completely ignored us when it came to our infantile jokes, but each was willing to help when it asked to participate.   The pinnacle of jokes came when Gary did something to me that took hours to rectify. My girlfriend was steaming and I did everything I could to defuse the situation while Gary and his girlfriend laughed their asses off.   Gary’s joke began simply. He got his girlfriends younger sister to text me. He knew I had left my phone at my girlfriend’s house the night before. He got to text me a steamy sexy message. He knew my girlfriend would read this and respond. His girls little sister pulled out all the stops and seemed to grow momentum with every response my girlfriend posted. After all was said and done to say I was in the dog house was an understatement.   I got back to her house that night and was met with tears and barrage of curse words. I was completely dumbfounded. I didn’t understand what was going on. After she threw my phone at me and I read the texts, it all became all too clear. I finally got Gary to confess along with his girlfriend. I sat angrily on the couch and tried desperately to figure out my revenge. Surprisingly my girlfriend came up with the solution.   Gary was taking the next step in his relationship and meeting the parents. I spent the whole day helping him get ready. I made sure his tie was straight and his shoes were clean. He was more nervous than I had ever seen him. He looked at himself in the mirror and checked his breath, it was time to go.   With one good running start I tackled him to the ground. My girlfriend ran in from the other room and produced the rope and taped we needed to pull off our ultimate joke. He begged and screamed for us to get off of him. My girl was a lot stronger than she looked, and with the both of us on him, he had no chance. This was going to be the joke to top all jokes. I only hoped that the consequences would double those I had to face the week before. We tied his hand tightly behind his back and the joke began. This was never going to be topped.   To be continued……….   Gary played by ZackT Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:11/17/2010

Rolled by Kurt

35 photos; 4:03 video

Taking Travis by Justin

25 photos

Double the Fun!

32 photos; 5:09 video

Model: Patrick Model: Donovan Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/10/2013    

Detained

30 photos; 4:07 video

Bound Guy played by Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/08/2020

In the Back Room

30 photos; 7:56 video

I knew I forgot about something

Bound Guy played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/08/2020

Revenge by TBBM

23 photos; 2:29 video

Private Eye Jack was the best in the business and everyone knew it. If there was a secret you were hoping to keep hidden, then Jack was the last person you wanted snooping around. If you had thought you were above the law and could get away with anything, then Jack was the man who would prove otherwise. It was because of Jack's determination and sometimes unorthodox ways of getting to the bottom of things that rubbed people up the wrong way. It wasn't news that along the way in his five year career as a private eye that Jack had made a lot of enemies. What Jack didn't realize was that was one of those enemies was a lot closer to him than he would've liked him to have been. Jack was working a case - cheating husband, watching the guy, gathering all the evidence that he needed. For Jack, this wasn't the most exciting of assignments for him but Jack was smart enough never to turn down the work, even if it was work that he felt didn't particularly challenge him that much. Jack also knew that even with a seemingly mundane case, there could always been an exciting twist around the corner. As Jack finished compiling his evidence that he would later give to his client about their cheating spouse, he got a text message. He didn't recognize the number but the message was enough to get his attention. Something from his past or more specifically someone. Someone he didn't expect to hear from again. Someone whom he had not the best of history with. Jack knew he was being reckless going to meet this person alone without leaving word to anyone else but the curiosity had taken hold of him and he knew he had to see this person one more time. He went on foot down a couple of block and into an old apartment building. This person had left the door open. Jack hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. He was alone inside the apartment and cautiously called out for the old 'friend' who had led him here. When it appeared that no-one was coming and Jack was about to leave, someone struck him from behind. Jack fell to the ground in a heap. The old friend stepped out of the shadows, his face looking down at the unconscious private eye. "I genuinely didn't think you would come," the old friend said, closing the apartment door and locking it shut. "Your arrogance really has gotten worse. No-one else would allow themselves to fall into such an obvious trap." When Jack woke up, he found that he was alone again in the apartment. His hands were tied tightly behind his back with purple and green ropes as were his ankles, knees and waist. A strip of purple tape had been placed over his mouth, keeping him gagged. Jack was sitting up and looking around, calling out in frustration before a recording played on a screen as though timed to do specifically when Jack had awoke. That in itself unnerved Jack. Jack looked at the face onscreen of the man he had wronged. A man who thanks to Jack being too good at his job had spent nearly five years in prison. A man who clearly wanted revenge. The man had recorded what he wanted to say to Jack, cursing Jack for sending him to prison, for ruining his life and his loved ones lives and his potential future. The man had also talked about how in prison that he had been encouraged to forgive but as much as he wanted to do, he could not forgive Jack. The only thing he wanted was revenge. The man also told Jack that the apartment was abandoned and that he was the only currently trapped in it. The man also informed Jack that a bomb was also ready to detonate and that by the time Jack was awake he would have less than five minutes before everything went bang. The man also ended the conversation by stating that he would be long gone should Jack actually manage to make it out of the building alive. Knowing that time was not on his side, Jack did everything in his power to get himself free. It wasn't easy as his restraints were tightly secured but with a few moments to spare, Jack had just about managed to get himself free. He ripped the tape off his mouth and had managed to find the bomb to defuse it with seconds to spare. Jack had managed then to leave the building. He had called the police to warn them about his old friend and while Jack could see that the cops were pleased that Jack had been taken down a peg or two, what Jack didn't realize was that his old friend had been watching from afar, as though pleased that Jack had survived the ordeal. The old friend wanted revenge on Jack but not by XXXX. XXXX would be far too quick. Jack had ruined his life. The old friend intended to do the same. This would not be the last time, the old friend would get the better of Private Eye Jack. Model: Jack
Phtography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/13/2015

In A Corner

26 photos; 5:00 video

Model:Vincent Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:09/03/2014

Meeting Resistence by Fidelis

20 photos

"GGGMMMPHHLEEMEALLONEMMFUCKINGMASSHOLE!" "Get a move on, squirt. If you give me any more trouble, I’ll…OWWWW!" Damn, the bastard had done it again, and this time he had stamped on one of my corns. My feet and my shins were probably black and blue from the beating they had taken – I could barely hobble along as I finally managed to get my captive up the stairs and to relative safety. I was hoping that he couldn’t hear my wheezing and gasping. In my prime I would have whacked him over the head and tossed him over my shoulder, but I was past that now. I sighed with relief as I shoved him onto the bed and sank down into the chair. I really needed a break – this guy had put up more of a fight than I had expected. I was surprised that we had both managed to get here in one piece. Once I had got my breath back, I stood up and swaggered over to the bed. It was time for a little verbal abuse. It had always helped to break down recalcitrant prisoners in the past, and I didn’t see why this time should be any different. "You had better hope that your dear old Dad hands over the ransom, stud muffin. If he doesn’t you’re going to be – AGGGGGRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHH!" I was writhing on the floor, screaming in pain. The fucker had kicked me in the balls. I could hear the bastard snickering into his gag as he jumped to his feet and tried to make a run for it – though I didn’t know where he thought he was going, tied and gagged and blindfolded as he was. Even though I was crippled with pain, I managed to grab one of his legs. He wasn’t going anywhere, not as long as I had any breath left in my body. It took me a couple of minutes to recover after I rolled out from underneath him. This guy weighed a hell of a lot more than I thought, and all of his weight seemed to have come down on my head. I could only lie there and watch him struggle against the tight ropes with which I had bound him. At least my knotting skills hadn’t deserted me. I staggered to my feet, this time managing to avoid his feet as they lashed out at me. This kid had to have really sharp hearing – there was no way that he could see through that dirty sock that I had tied over his eyes. I was glad that I had used a really filthy smelly pair of socks to gag and blindfold him – he was really starting to get up my nose. "There" puff puff. "That should keep you from going anywhere, my little stud muffin. As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me, you had better pray that your dear old Dad hands over the ransom. If he doesn’t I’m going to sell you on the street. A handsome young stud like you should bring in a big wad of cash. I’ve got lots of clients who would pay a fortune for a crack at that cherry ass of yours." That should do the trick. The good old threat of selling them to some rich old pervert always seemed to cow these handsome young straight guys. Of course I didn’t have any clients like that, but a little creativity never hurt anyone. I smirked as I stood over him, waiting to hear him start whimpering in fear. "GGGFUCKUUDICKHEAD!" "GGOMMMMPHHHH!" I was sure he had broken a couple of my ribs this time. This guy was amazing. He had managed to bring himself to his feet in one smooth movement, and then he had launched himself at me like a gazelle. His head had slammed into my side like a sledgehammer. My only consolation was that he had hit the concealed item that I had stuffed into my jacket pocket and seemed to have stunned himself, at least momentarily. I tried to keep my eye on him as I crawled across the floor to get more rope. Oh fuck, he was coming to already, growling and struggling against the ropes. I lurched to my feet, gasping as I felt the pain in my side. Oh yeah, definitely a couple of bruised, if not cracked ribs. I managed to grab some rope and made my painful way back across the room towards him. I saw him rolling across the floor towards me, but in my battered state I didn’t have the time or strength to get out of his way. I felt myself going down. There was a blast of red light, and then darkness. "MMMMOHHHHH." "MMMMOHHHH." Slowly, ever so slowly, I gained consciousness. I could barely focus my eyes, and at first I was only aware of the pain in my ribs, pain that was exacerbated by the fact that I was lying on something lumpy. I nearly fainted from the pain as I tried to move, but I knew that I had to get off whatever it was I was lying on. I gathered all of my willpower and managed to roll off the lump, and found myself lying face to face with my captive. NOW he was moaning and whimpering, and didn’t seem to be exhibiting the exhausting, and to me painful, friskiness that he had earlier. Sure, I had gained a little weight recently, but surely not enough to flatten the kid like that. I gave him a nudge and he moaned even louder. Hmm, this was a good sign. I gingerly got to my knees, clutching my head to make sure that it didn’t fall off. I saw the rope that I had had in my hand, lying on the floor close by. At least I thought it was rope – it seemed to be moving in a rather disturbing fashion. I grabbed it – yep, it was the rope, and not a white snake. Maybe I should pay a visit to an emergency room – I had heard that double vision was a sign of concussion. I glared at my captive as I sat back on my haunches. What kind of spawn of Satan did I have on my hands? He was still moaning rather feebly, but I didn’t buy it for a moment. The bastard was probably playing possum, just waiting to wreak more damage upon my poor battered body. I prodded him experimentally with my toe. He didn’t do more than twitch like a landed fish. Hmm, perhaps he was really still feeling under the weather. With trembling hands I hogtied him, squinting through my swelling right eye. Damn, but I needed an ice pack. I had to put my head down close to make sure I got the knots good and tight. Stud boy ummphed feebly as I pulled as viciously as I could. Exhausted I fell back to the floor. "How doth that feel, thud muffin?" I croaked through my split lips. Shit, my face must have hit the back of his head as I fell. My tongue explored the inside of my mouth experimentally. Damn, my bridge was coming loose. Dear old Dad had better come through. And quick! I didn’t think I that I could stand much more time with his son. I just hoped and prayed that my partner had already made the ransom demand. I would be counting the hours, the minutes, the seconds until we could drop the kid off. I was almost willing to pay to get rid of him. When would this nightmare end? THE END   Model played by Steve Photography by Caitiff

On the Matt by Justine

23 photos; 4:19 video

Hold On

20 photos; 9:02 video

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

Dick Tied

30 photos; 6:20 video

Model: Steve Thompson
Photography by Caiti8ff

  Date of PRoduction: 05/25/2020

Taped Up Thug

3:36 video

Taped Thug played by Rex
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 05/10/2020

Bound Wolf

29 photos; 4:51 video

Model: Wolfric
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Pfroduction:12/19/2012

Friendly Visit pt 2

22 photos; 3:01 video

Cont. from part 1

Bound Guy 1 played by Derek
Bound Guy 2 played by Rawy
Bad Guy played by JMZ Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/22/2012

Working Out by Latoo

24 photos

“One…two…three…” Toby said as he was lifting his dumbbell. “One…two…three…” Unknown to Toby, there was a stranger looking at him from upstairs. “Yum!” Said this mysterious person. “I’m going to have some fun tonight.” This man descended down the stairs .. Toby didn’t even notice until he heard the last footstep down the stairs. “Hmm?” Toby frowned. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” “Hahaha.” This man laughed. “Just call me Moe. Now, up against the wall NOW!” “Ok ok ok…” Toby slowly got up. “I’m doing what you want.” Toby put his hands up against the wall, but Moe quickly jerked his hands behind his back and tied them up with rope. After his hands were tied, Moe took the rope and tied up his upper body also. “There we go…” Moe smiled. “Now, onto the bench!” “Wait… wha…? Toby was interrupted when Moe’s big hands grasped Toby’s shoulders and led him to the workout bench. “What do you want from me?” “Boys like you need to be quiet while the adult talks.” Moe stated as he shoved an orange bandana into his mouth. “Now then as to  why I’m here today… that’s something that will become clear to you much later.” “Mmmm?” Toby groaned as he started to fear for what might happen to him. “Now now.” Moe caressed Toby’s head. “I’m not going to hurt you as long as you do what I say… and I mean EVERYTHING I say.’ Toby didn’t want to fight back because of what may happen so he just dropped his head and waited for what Moe was going to do next. Moe pushed Toby against the bench and tied his chest to it while hearing muffled cries. “Oh God…” Moe sighed. “And you call yourself a man…” Toby kept on crying until Moe let out an angry sigh, reached into his pocket, grabbed a white bandana, and shoved it into his mouth. But, that wasn’t enough for Moe because he could still hear Toby cry at which point Moe took out a very big white bandana and covered Toby whole mouth with it. Finally, Toby’s cries were silenced by three cleave gags. “Only one more thing to do before we begin.” Moe gave a quick chuckle as he grabbed his rope, placed Toby’s feet upon the bench, and tied them to it. As Moe finished Toby realized that moving was a futile effort; as he moved, his ropes would firmly hold him, trapping him onto to chair. “So, are you ready?” Moe asked. “MMMNO NOMMMPH!” Toby moaned shaking his head. “Haha” Moe laughed. “You really don’t have much of a choice in this matter so just sit back and enjoy hehe.”  “MMM?” Toby dreaded what he thought was going to happen next. Toby was right… Moe did go for his body first. Moe took his big hands and managed to find all of Toby’s tickle spots. His fingers dug into Toby as Toby franticly tried to pull away, but the ropes wouldn’t give. Toby’s whole body was on fire as Moe was relentless with his tickle assault; you could hear Toby’s laughter through his cleave gags which was meant that Moe was really going all out. “Tickle tickle tickle boy!” Moe said. “Oh yeah… struggle!” “HHHAHAMMMPPH HHAHAHAMMMMPPPHHHH!” Toby kept trying to pull away, but couldn’t. After about a lone hour or so of non-stop tickling, Moe stopped and stood up. Toby panted heavily through his gags as sweat dripped to the floor from every part of his body; his hair on his chest was literally soaked. “I think that’s enough for today boy…” Moe smiled. “So, let’s cool you down shall we?” “…” Toby was way too tired to respond to that. So, Moe started at Toby’s chest and began to massage it slowly. He began at the shoulders and rubbed them softly, but firmly. Then after the shoulders, Moe worked his way down to the chest where he again softly, but firmly massaged Toby’s muscles. Toby didn’t know how to respond to this, but the massage did feel really good so he didn’t struggle. After the chest, Moe continued his way down to the legs where he gave both calves a good rubdown. Finally, Moe finished with Toby’s socked feet where he spent the longest time carefully massaging and rubbing them.  After about a half hour of massage Toby, Moe stood up to address his captive. “So…” Moe said. “Do you know why I did all this just now?” Toby shook his head. “Well… I did this because you needed a step up from your usual workout. I’ve been watching you for a while with your pity dumbbells and bench presses, but those exercises weren’t getting you anything. So, I thought it was my duty as a wandering workout couch to help such a cute boy. My methods are a little unorthodox, but hey, you’re sweating a lot hehe.” Toby realized that he hadn’t felt so worked out in such a long time. “Good…” Moe smirked. “Well, I think it’s time for me to go now. As for my last exercise to you… get out of these ropes. Good bye.” Moe went up the stairs to the sounds of the bench squeaking. The End Toby played by Matt Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:10/18/2010

All to Myself

25 photos; 6:59 video

Bound Guy played by Bryce
Bad Guy played by Tristan

Date of Production: 03/26/2014