All the Tied Moves

30 photos; 6:27 video

Wrestler played Rick
Photography by Caitiff

    Date of Production: 02/20/2020

Gagged Business Hunk

35 photos; 8:03 video

Gagged Business Man played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 02/19/2020

What Does This Smell Like To You?

21 photos; 8:47 video

BoundGuy played by Alan
Salesman played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 01/11/2020

Against the Wall By Caitiff

21 photos; 3:48 video

“On Your knees! Against the wall!” They commanded. Greg didn't’ have any choice. Black rope was brought out. Greg’s hands were pulled roughly behind his back. Around and around the ropes went, binding Greg’s hands at the wrists. Cinched tight so that Greg had no slack. More rope, this time binding his chest. Again, coils of rope was tightened around Greg’s broad chest. His arms were pinned back. Greg gave the ropes a bit of a test when the invaders weren't’ looking. No slack, no chance of escape. “Shut him up!” and Greg knew what was coming. The bandanna was knotted in the middle. That part was XXXX between Greg’s teeth. He bit down hard on the lump of cloth filling his mouth. The guy tied the ends of the bandanna behind greg’s head. It was incredibly tight. Greg knew he had no chance of prying it loose, no matter how hard he pushed his tongue against the wad of gag that was now keeping his quiet. Greg let out small muffled moans through his gag. Greg had to sit on his ass, tied up, while the men took his stuff. There went his new plasma screen. His computer followed. Greg’s $ 600 suit, gone into a bag along with every knick knack that looked like it had even an ounce of value. “Mmmmmm!”, Greg couldn’t take it. They were even taking his furniture. Soon Greg would have nothing left but an empty house. He struggled and twisted, even though he knew it would do no good. Greg rolled on the floor as much as his bondage allowed, which wasn’t much. But he never got very far beyond the wall. At best all Greg could do was pound his helpless body against it, for all the good that did. The walls were so thick no would hear his thumping. The thick gag made yelling not an option. Greg had never been helpless in his life. He had never been tied up before. He had never been gagged before. Greg had never before been in a situation where his muscles couldn't’ help him. Now he had all the mobility of a worm. the only sounds he could make was faint mumbling. This was too much for the robbers, it seems. They pushed him onto his stomach, laughing as they did so. They XXXX his knees up to his hands. Ropes (where did they get it all?) went from his feet to his hands and back again. Greg was made into a human bondage ball, held together by lengths and lengths of coiled clothesline. The men laughed as Greg rolled around helplessly. They mocked the big tough muscular man they had reduced to nothing. And they did more then laugh. They watched as the stud failed to get loose. Greg knew he was fucked but he struggled anyway. He tensed the muscles in his beefy arms and broad chest and back. His ass was XXXX to work to keep his head up. The men watched and liked what they saw. This guy was probably the nicest thing in this dump. “Make room in the truck. We’ll take him too.” “Mmmmmmm!” The End   Greg played by Matt Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:02/25/2010

Bonding By Caitiff

21 photos; 5:15 video

“So do you want to go to the parK?” Ken asked his step son, Jeff. “Nah” Jeff said as he watched TV. “Ok. What about a movie?” “Nah.” Jeff said. Ken sighed. This was supposed to be a chance to get to bond with his new step son while his wife was visiting her parents. But all the kid wanted to do was watch tv. “All right then. We are going to take a walk to the park. Get your shoes on.”, Ken demanded. Jeff sighed. “All right. Whatever.”. Jeff groaned a she went out to the garage where he left his shoes. For the life of him, Ken had no idea why the kid kept leaving his shoes all over the house. “And put on a shirt too!” Ken called before Jeff went into the garage. Ken was busy getting his own shoes so he had no idea that two men had sneaked into the garage and grabbed Jeff. The young man was soon bound up, his hands above his head. His feet were tied with more rope. Jeff could hear his step dad coming to the garage. “What’s taking you so long?” Ken asked from the kitchen. Jeff of course couldn't’ respond as he had been gagged with a thick plug gag. “Hey answer me dam.. What the hell! MMMMMMPPHH!?”, Ken was grabbed by the men and bound up just like Jeff. A ball gag was shoved into his mouth, keeping him quiet. “Jimmy Montoyo says hello!” one fo the men said and Ken’s face went pale. Oh shit! Ken had not paid Jimmy and obviously these goons had come to collect. Ken had his hands tied up above his head next to Jeff. “Mmmm!”, Ken mumbled. “Relax. We’re just going to take what you owe from what you own.” The men tied both Jeff and Ken together back to back and then went into the house to take any valuables they could. Ken meanwhile could only struggle and moan nex to the half naked Jeff. He had to make sure he got loose before his wife came home tomorrow. If only so he could bribe Jeff not to tell his mom how he had spent his week end. Ken didn't’ think this was what she had had in mind when she said she wanted Ken to bond with Jeff. The End   Ken played by Cliff Played by Garrett Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:04/24/2012

Diplomatic Immunity by Fidelis

27 photos

    Anton adjusted his cap, so it was at just the right angle. Oh yeah, he looked hot in his uniform. He straightened his tie and brushed a fleck of lint from the lapel of his jacket. He wanted to look his best when he left the Lower Slobovian embassy. The women in this town really seemed to like a man in uniform, and it didn’t hurt when he told that them that he was the Lower Slobovian military attache. He picked up his briefcase and left through the back door, making his way to his car. Damn, but the alley was dark. Why the hell didn’t someone replace that burned out light? This place was a bit spooky at the best of times, but it was a shortcut to his parking spot. What was that? Anton glanced over his shoulder. It was probably just a cat prowling through the garbage. Or maybe it was a big rat. Anton walked a bit faster. He could see the light at the end of the alley. He was just a few metres away from the busy street and the bright lights. It was Friday night and the place would be hopping. He could almost taste the vodka that he was intending on XXXX. Shit, but that must be a big rat scurrying through the trash. Anton turned to look again and saw stars floating in front of his eyes before everything turned black.   Anton groaned as he woke up. Oh, but his head hurt. He must have put away a lot of vodka to feel this lousy. He couldn’t even remember hitting the bars. This was the worst hangover he had ever had. He couldn’t even open his eyes – they felt all sticky and horrible. What the hell had he been up to last night? He had a horrible taste in his mouth too – he really needed a glass of water. He had to get up and get something to drink. Then he realized that he couldn’t move. His arms were pulled behind him, in a very uncomfortable position. The reason he couldn’t see anything was because something vile and sticky was covering his eyes. The same nasty stuff was pasted over his mouth. What was going on here?
"MMMMPHHHHH!!!! GGGMMMMGGHEEELP!"
"Oh, I see that XXXX beauty has finally woken up. It’s about time. I didn’t think that that little love tap would have put you out all night. Welcome back, soldier boy."   "GGGMWHEREGGMAMMMI? GGGOORMMU?"
Anton turned his head from side to side, trying to locate the source of the voice. He couldn’t see a thing with the tape covering his eyes. Whoever was speaking to him seemed to be moving around. The voice began speaking again, right in front of him.
"You want to see where you are? That’s reasonable enough."
"GGGGGGAAAAAOUUUCCCCCHHH!"
Anton howled as the tape was ripped from his eyes. It felt as if his eyebrows had been removed along with the tape. He blinked as he looked up at the burly figure in front of him.   "GGMIMDEMANDGGOOLEMMEGO! MGOTMMDIPLOMATICGGIMMUNITY!"
Anton gasped as the burly fellow grabbed him by the neck and squeezed hard.
"I know exactly who you are, pretty boy. Why do you think we grabbed you? Your country is being very recalcitrant regarding some rather delicate negotiations. We know that your father is the deputy Prime Minister. Once he sees the pictures of you, we feel certain that your country will see the wisdom of granting us what we want."
"GGMMMNEVER! GGGAAAHHHH!"   "Don’t make me hit you again. It would be a real pity to mar that pretty face of yours. We want to return you as good as new once our demands are made. Or almost as good as new. You do look rather fetching in that uniform of yours. I think that I’m going to start collecting on the fringe benefits of my job once we find out that we have been given what we’re asking for."
Anton shuddered as his captor stroked his cheek. What could he mean? What vile plans did this man have for him? As he watched the man stroking his bulging crotch, he had an inkling of what was in store for him.
"You just sit tight, while I got in contact with the team. I won’t be long."
Sit tight, Anton thought. Not bloody likely. He wasn’t going to sit around while his country was being blackmailed. Plus, the thought of being a fringe benefit for this guy didn’t appeal to him at all. He was going to escape! He was trained for this sort of thing!   Damn, but these ropes were tight. Some sort of devious American knots must have been used. Anton couldn’t get the rope to loosen at all. Never mind, there was a handy door across the room. He would just hop over there, open the door and get out that way. Even in America, surely someone would call the police when they saw a bound and gagged man in uniform hopping around.
Anton groaned in frustration. The door was locked! Either locked or stuck. He looked around the crumbling room in which he was imprisoned. It could be either – this place looked as if it had been abandoned for years. However, there was a window not far away, an open window! If he stuck his head out the window, someone would see him and rescue him!   Anton peered through the vine-covered window. There was no one in sight. No one to see his gagged face. He almost wept with despair.   "Where do you think that you’re going? I can’t have you escaping, that would spoil all of our plans. I can see that I have been too kind to you. That lovely face of yours has disarmed me. I must make sure that you are nice and secure. It looks as if the deal is almost done, and then…fringe benefit time!"
Anton felt most unwell. His fiendish captor had dragged him further back into the dilapidated house, and had indeed made him very secure. The rope around his neck was uncomfortably tight. Once he had been hung up, his taker had twirled him around a few times, warning him that if he tried to escape another time, he would be made even more uncomfortable. Anton didn’t care – the honour of his country and his own virtue were at stake. What was a little bit of discomfort compared to national pride? He was determined to get away, or at least to alert someone to his predicament. His hopping days were obviously over, but he could still cry out for help if only he could remove this wretched tape from his mouth. Ha, his captor wasn’t so smart after all! He hadn’t wrapped the tape all the way around Anton’s mouth! If he could just rub his head against this wood, he could loosen the tape and yell for help!   "GGMOUCCHH!" Oh, but that splinter driven into cheek was really most painful. But the pain was a small price to pay. The tape was almost loose. Just a little more friction, and …yes! His mouth was uncovered!
"HELP!!! SOMEONE HELP ME! I’VEE BEEN TAKEN!"
"Tsk, tsk, soldier boy. What did I tell you about trying to escape? But it doesn’t matter now. The negotiations were short and sweet, and we have what we wanted. Now, it’s time for me to collect my benefits. I’ve got a few hours yet before I drop you off. A few fun-filled hours!"   The End   Anton played by Antonio
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 09/15/2015

Bare Ass Naked

35 photos; 4:45 video

Model: Ned
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 05/29/2010

Escape the Room

30 photos; 5:55 video

Model: David
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 01/29/2020

Using What You Got

32 photos; 8:28 video

Home Owner played by Jon Storm
Masked Man played by Alan
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 01/11/2020

Every Player for Himself

30 photos; 5:28 video

Orange played by Dante
White played by Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 01/16/2020

Sexy Short Shorts

24 photos; 4:05 video

Model: Chad
Photography By Caitiff       Date of Production: 02/22/2012

Rastled!

30 photos; 4:03 video

Model: Rawy
Photograophy by Caitiff


Date of Production: 08/15/2009

Bad Apples

40 photos

Model: Gurth
Photography by Caitiff



Date of Productsion: 07/03/2003

Leashed

24 photos; 4:51 video

Model: Chad
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 06/06/2013

Why Am I Tied Up?

30 photos; 9:17 video

Frat Boi Played by Rick
Photography by Caitiff       Date of Production: 02/20/2020

Chubby Bear Chub

25 photos; 4:10 video

Bound Bear Played by Dean
Horny Twink played by Vladimir
Photography by Caitiff       Date of Production: 02/13/2020

Clearing the Hallway

25 photos; 4:12 video

Janitor played by Rex
Bad Guy played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production 01/26/2020

The Player

25 photos; 4:53 video

The Player played by Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 10/25/2012

Coach's Boy by John

25 photos; 3:01 video

 

            Coach pulled Jack to the side after practice and told him that he needed him to come over to his house to try on the new uniform that they were going to unveil at next week’s game, and that if he did that, then he might consider letting Jack start the Homecoming game next week.  Jack was sure going to do anything he could to get to start Homecoming, because hell, he was in the running for Homecoming King, and if he wasn’t playing the game it would look pretty stupid.

Jack was laying face down on the Coach’s bed, and so the Coach really thought he wanted to teach Jack a lesson.  He took out some rope and quickly began to tie Jack’s hands and arms behind his back.  Jack started to wake up and Coach freaked out and shoved his hand over his mouth so Jack couldn’t scream for help.  “What the hell are you doing to me?” yelled Jack.  Coach had to think quick.  He grabbed some cloth and quickly gagged Jack’s mouth so that he couldn’t say or scream anything else.  Now the coach tied Jack’s ankles together so that he wouldn’t be able to quick him. 

“Now look Jack, I’m doing this as a test” said the coach, “I bought these uniforms from a second hand store and I need to make sure that they will last us.”  The Coach was clearly making up this story.  “I need to tie you up so I can have you struggle around a bit to make sure that the uniforms can take the twisting, turning, and rubbing, that these uniforms will see on the field.”  Jack somehow thought to himself, “Ya Coach, that’s a good idea!” 

            “O.K. Jack, struggle around some more” called out Coach.  He let Jack roll around a little bit and then he said “Wait, I need to tie you up some more, get a new tightness on your ropes.”  Now, I never said Jack was the smartest boy in the high school, just that he was a good athlete.  So Jack stopped struggling and let Coach hogtie him.  “Oh yea, this will do it now.  Start to struggle now Jack.”  And with his coach’s wishes Jack started struggling more and more.  Not once did he ever stop to think that he had lost some time where the point he was trying on his new uniform to where Coach was putting rope around his arms.

Drunken Sailor by Ivor Ciccone

25 photos

"This is for your own good", I told Ryan, a young Sailor and a good friend of mine, as I bound his wrists tightly behind him with strong, black tape. We were ship mates, I'm a naval officer and we were on board the same vessel. He's younger than me and I'm higher ranked than him, so I look out for him, watch his back. This particular night Ryan and I had ignored the curfew, we didn't feel like XXXX, despite the busy day we had in front of us. Instead we decided to get a little drunk and play some poker together, in an unused cabin down in the underbelly of the ship. After two bottles of whiskey the lad was starting to get past merry and into rowdy. Asking him to keep the volume down did no good, he was past seeing sense and if anyone heared him and uncovered our disobedience it would have been my ass that got the worst disciplining. So I decided there was only one thing to do. "If you won't keep it down, boy, I'm gonna have to make you be quiet!" "Oh, yeah? And how you gonna do that?" In his loose, drunken state his arms were pretty easy to force together behind him and bind at the wrist. "Hey, what the fuck....?" Ryan yelled. "Oh, man, we're gonna be dismissed if you keep this up. Enough noise already!" And with that I took an old white rag and tied it across his mouth. "MMMMMMMPPPPPPPPFFFFFF!", he yelled into the cloth. "You're still way too loud, bro, when you gonna learn?" I said and to silence him further I wound the duct several times around his head, tightly gagging his mouth. His stifled mumbles were now thankfully almost inaudible. My tensed back & brow began to relax and I pushed him gently down onto a trunk to sit. Panic over, I thought, he'll just settle down and go to XXXX now, then I'll carry him to his bunk. But Ryan was still wide awake. He looked at me quite forlornly, sad, pain ridden eyes asking to be freed. "Just settle down, Ry," I said, "you brought this all on yourself!" He started to struggle, he didn't like this one bit! He pulled at the tape binding his wrists and then rose to his feet, all the while trying his hardest to yell into the gag.   "This is the last time we disobey a curfew together, bud, you're a liability!" I said in hushed tones and pressed my hand over his gagged mouth. Man, could this kid make some noise! "Didn't your daddy ever teach you how to handle your liquor?" I realised I'd have to completely incapacitate him if I wanted peace, so I tightly taped his legs together, across the shins, pulling his lower legs together and above the knees, tightly preventing him from using his legs. But it seemed like the more he got tied, the angrier he got and he struggled mightily against the bonds. All I could do now was watch over him and hope that he didn't do himself an injury. I tried to reason with him. I spoke to him in a calm voice hoping to lull him to XXXX, but he was wild, like a trapped animal. "Boy, if you want free you're gonna have to prove to me that you'll be quiet, so just relax." My words just seemed to add fuel to the fire and he rolled around the floor like a mad dog. "It's gonna be a long night", I thought to myself. I poured another whiskey and dealt myself a hand of patience. Without realising it I had started to hum a tune to myself, it was "What do you do with a Drunken Sailor?" I laughed. "Precisely", I said!   The End Ryan played by Phillip Photography by Caitiff Back  

Grind

24 photos; 7:50 video

Model: Sammy
Model: Patrick
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 05/26/2009

Nurse Nick Nabbed

25 photos; 3:59 video

Nurse Nick played by Nick Armor
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/20/2019

Earning Your Beads

30 photos; 6:37 video

Mardi Gras Bro played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 01/18/2020

Rose Petals

25 photos; 5:18 video

Model : jesse Daniels
hand provided by Mr. Exe
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 01/12/2019