Bare and Bound

27 photos; 3:04 video

Hopping to Get Away

25 photos; 7:27 video

The Bear played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff





Date of Production: 09/16/2019

Scared Skinny Boi

30 photos; 4:21 video

Model: Jesse Daniels
Photogrgaphy by Caitiff     Date of Production: 09/14/2019

Left Feeling Insecure

30 photos; 7:00 video

BoundGuy played by Steve Thompson
BaD GUY PLAYED BY DEAN

Date of Production: 07/24/2019

Punk Rocker by Drew

24 photos; 6:38 video

Bored to Pieces by Cryptococcus

25 photos; 2:22 video

"God, you're so BORED?" said Caleb, increduously. "There's lots of things you could be doing. Like the dirty clothes, or the dirty dishes in the sink, or even studying. Don't you have that statisfics final Tuesday?"

"I've studied until I can't stand it anymore," said Petey. "It's Friday night - the chores can wait." Pete sighed dramatically.

Caleb slipped onto the couch. "You know what I said I'd do the next time I caught you bitchin' and moanin' about being bored?"

"Give me something to REALLY bitch and moan about?"

"Right. But first I have to take you down and put you in your place."

"Take me down how?" Petey said suspiciously, but finally showing some interest.

"Wrasslin'!" Caleb declared, springing to his feet.

Petey jumped up a moment later, and the two young men, all in good play, groped and rolled around on the floor for a couple of minutes. Finally, Petey was pinned with the slender Caleb victorious. Both were breathing heavily from exertion. Caleb rolled Petey over onto his stomach and said, "You'd better stay there just like that," he warned. "Don't move a muscle."

"Or what?" asked Petey, with his cheek against the carpet.

"You'll find out what!"

Caleb watched as Petey padded into his bedroom. When the young man came out a moment later, he was carrying a paper bag.

"Put your hands behind your back," Caleb said, and then he helped when Petey was fractionally slow to comply. The bag was filled with a tangle of ropes, and Caleb dumped it at Petey's side. Then, kneeling beside the boy, Caleb tied Petey's wrists together.

"I don't think I'm going to LIKE this," Petey said.

"I don't think I need to hear any more bitchin' and moanin' from you. You and that silly bandanna. I done told you this ain't Montana. Folks 'round here don't need 'em, but I bet we can find another use for it." Caleb unknotted the bandanna and twirled it several times between his hands. "Open up," he told the boy on the floor.

When Petey objected, Caleb deftly pulled the gag into place. Petey tried complaining through the gag, but Caleb had gone for Petey's ankles.

What is this? Petey wondered, even as he lay there without further struggle. He and Caleb had been friends since finding each other in the classifieds last year, and they had soon found out that they were both uninhibited and comfortable in their physical forms of play, which had no sexual component. Both boths were straight, but they were also very competitive in many ways. Was he seeing a new side of Caleb, Petey wondered, or was this just more of the GAMES that the slender fellow liked to invent?

Satisfied, Caleb returned to the couch. "Okay," he said, "see if you can get loose."

Petey gave it a mighty effort. He twisted and turned and rolled on the floor. He stuck his legs up in the air and tried pressing his feet on the furniture, lifting himself so that just his shoulders were on the carpet. He struggled for several minutes, and then stopped to catch his breath.

Caleb watched with some amusement, and then he walked over to Petey and stood the boy up. He opened the living room closet while Petey watched. "Maybe you won't find it so boring in the closet," he said. "Hop right over here."

Petey thought that this was getting wierder by the second, and that he should really complain. He was still thinking this as he hopped over and entered the closet. It took a few more hops just to turn around. He looked at Caleb and his eyes were wide above his gag.

Caleb reached for Petey's shirt, and he soon had it unbuttoned and hanging at the boy's sides.

Warning bells were going off in Petey's mind as Caleb unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to Petey's ankles. This was looking more and more like it was turning into something sexual. Petey's fears were further heightened when Caleb tugged his boxers down to his ankles. He eyed Caleb for several long seconds, trying to garner what the fellow intended. If it were about to become sexual, Petey thought, he'd have to decide something quickly.

He was not to find out, at least not this time. Petey glared angrily at Caleb as the slender man pushed him down into a seated position. Petey had the impression that Caleb had somehow whimped out on him.

"I'm gonna let you stay in there," said Caleb, "so you learn something about being BORED." Then he padded over to the chair and sat down, slightly outside of Petey's line of sight.

Petey looked down at his knees, his cock, and his belly. He had a tremendous feeling that he and Caleb had approached a line, but perhaps not crossed it. He thought about the way he and Caleb had always been physical with each other and always touching. He thought that he had always enjoyed Caleb's touch, and in this . . . new thing, he could find no real source of objection. Maybe, when this was over and himself untied, he should bring this up with Caleb.

* * *
Caleb quickly shed his jeans and took himself in hand. At the same time that Petey was coming to a decision about exploring the sexual aspect of their relationship, Caleb was nearing orgasm. It came quickly, because Caleb had so impressed himself by getting his handsome roommate in such a helpless and submissive position so easily. He had fulfilled a long term ambition formed when he first saw Petey. Just the tip of the iceberg, Caleb thought as his cum splashed upward again and again. There's a whole more to this than what's on the surface. Petey don't know this yet, but he is gonna be my BOY. His white ass is MINE.

Dish for Brains by Soft Touch

39 photos

  “For the last time I'm telling you, keep your paws off of my satellite dish!” 
            “But they're stealing signals from my TV set,” my next door neighbor stomped his foot.
“What?”  The only thing worse than putting up with a dim-wit was putting up with a crazy dim-wit.  This guy’s name was Obie and he was the craziest dim- wit I had ever run across.
            “You can't fool me Taggart,” Obie cried and tried to get into my chest.  “Those satellite people are smart.  There’s no telling what they might be doing up in space.”
            “Nobody’s stealing nothing.  Now get out of my face before you get hurt!”
            I couldn't believe it.  Obie actually took a swing at me.  All too easily I captured his puny fist and then twisted his arm up behind his back.  “Okay Obie, you asked for it.  You're coming with me.”
            “Ow!  That hurts!  Where're you taking me?”
            “I'm taking you to Satellite Land.”
            Obie didn't like it, but every time he resisted I cranked his arm up a little higher, and soon he was up on his tiptoes and marching like a good soldier right into my house.
            Once we were inside, Obie looked around the room with big frightened eyes and began to struggle some more.  “What're you going to do to me?”
            “I don't know Obie,” I smiled at him.  “But I think you're T-shirt is giving me an idea.”
            Obie looked down at his T-shirt and blinked his big eyes.  The T-shirt had been printed with nice big letters that said IF YOU CAN ROPE ME, YOU CAN RIDE ME.  “Oh no, you couldn't, you just couldn't.  HELP…!  Somebody help me!” he started crying.            I clamped my fingers over his mouth and ignored the way he was slobbering all over my hand while I bulldogged him down onto my living room floor.  Poor Obie had no way of knowing it, but I was kind of a cowboy fan myself, and I always kept some rope handy.  And, in no more time than it takes to tie a pigging string on a calf, I had both of Obie’s wrists lashed together behind his back.
            “Ow!  That rope hurts!  Let me go—please!”
            “Not until I find out if I can ride you.  First we need something for a bit.”  I pulled a sweaty bandanna out of my pocket, ran it through my fingers to make a rough band, and then began pressing that taut cloth against Obie’s lips.
            Not being very smart, Obie opened his mouth to tell me; “No, I ain't gonna let you put that thing in my mouth.”
            But there was no way Obie could stop me from slipping that thick band of cloth between his teeth and he could only moan and groan while I tied the two ends of the bandanna together behind his neck.
            Then I pulled him up onto his knees by the hair of his head and showed him the size of my fist.  “Listen to me, Dish For Brains, you keep on struggling and I'll not only ride you, I'll brand you too.”
            Obie kind of moaned and sighed behind the band of cloth that was filling up his mouth, but he didn't try to do any resisting while I pushed him down onto the floor and then used a couple of more pieces of rope to lash his knees and ankles together.
            Then I let him kind of grunt and grovel while he rolled around on the floor and begged me to turn him loose.  But I had other plans as I made a third piece of rope ready.
            “Maybe you don't know it, Obie, but you really pissed me off.  Now I'm of a mind to watch you suffer for awhile instead of watching my TV.  How’s that sound?”
            “Mmmease Gister Gaggart…” Poor Obie couldn't make any real words with his lips slobbering all over and my bandanna clogging up his tongue.
            And I swear I could see little tears in his eyes as I bent him up and used that third rope to put him into a painful hogtie.  “Now I want you to be real quiet Obie.”
            Then I let him lie there and suffer the pain of my ropes while I patiently explained to him exactly how a satellite TV works.  I could see that he really wasn't too interested in hearing about this, but I'll admit that I was really enjoying the way he was twisting and straining around and trying to move his tightly bound body into some other position that wouldn't hurt so much.
            “So you see Obie, my satellite dish isn't bothering you at all,” I finally finished explaining.
            Then I knelt down across his chest and XXXX him to look up at me and read my lips.  “Now Obie, in a few minutes I'm going to take that gag out of your mouth, and then you're going to promise me that you'll never touch my satellite dish again, you understand?”
            Obie nodded and grunted and almost XXXXd on his own drool.
            “Now Obie, this is important, do you know what cowboys do to bulls when they don't want them to be bulls any more?”
            Obie thought about that real hard for a minute or so and then suddenly his eyes got real big and he started making all kinds of little piggy noises behind his gag.
            “That’s right Obie, and if I ever catch you near my satellite dish again, that’s what is going to happen to you.”
            I pulled the soggy rag out of his mouth and almost put it right back in again because right away he started slobbering all over me.
            “I…I'm sorry Mister Taggart.  I won't do it no more, that’s a promise, only you got to let me go on being a bull, you know?”
            Like I said, the only thing worse than a dim-wit is a crazy dim-wit.

Obie played by Stan
Taggert played by Rod
Photography byCaitiff

Out for a Jog pt 2

25 photos; 1:06 video

I popped the trunk open when we arrived at our destination. Gerrittsen was still nicely trussed up, his blue eyes glaring at me as I pulled up the lid. I could hear the muffled curses coming from beneath his tape gag. He was going to be doing more than cursing once I got to work on him.
"Come on, big boy, we’re going to go for a little walk. Oh, you’re a feisty one, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that. It’s time that the cop had a little attitude adjustment."
  Gerrittsen had tried to kick me in the balls when I pulled him up out of the trunk, but I was able to sidestep him quite neatly. This was good; he was showing some spirit. It would make crushing his will all the more enjoyable. Hmm, the bastard wanted to damage my balls, did he? Well, two could play at that game. As he struggled, trying to escape from me, I reached inside the front of his shorts and squeezed. Not too hard – I didn’t want to inflict any damage on him, but just hard enough that he squealed through his gag. Suddenly, he was being very co-operative. I kept my hand inside his shorts as I guided him inside the house. Every time I thought he was putting up the slightest bit of resistance, I gave him another little squeeze. By the time we had reached the bedroom, he was whimpering like a puppy that had been taken away from its mother. I shoved him down on to the bed. The look of relief on his face once I had taken my hand away was almost comical. I sniggered, when I thought of how short-lived that sense of relief was going to be.
  "Now, let’s get you turned over, so the fun can begin."
For some reasons these words seemed to agitate Officer Gerrittsen. He screamed "MMMNOOO" and tried to stand up. It was easy for me to push him back down on the bed, and flip him over. Getting rid of those shoes of his was the first thing I intended on doing. The way his legs were flailing around, he might cause some damage to me before I had him properly restrained. I pulled off his shoes, and as an afterthought, removed his socks as well. His body gave a convulsive shudder as my fingers grazed the soles of his feet. My, my, but this was interesting. The cop had tender feet. That might come in useful, later on. He was still thrashing around on the bed, so I felt compelled to pull off his shorts and give his lovely butt a good swat.
  "Are you going to be a good boy, or are you going to make me spank you? It’s up to you, Tom."
"GGGFUCKMMMYOU!" Oh good, he was definitely getting his spirit back. It was going to be much more fun breaking and humiliating this dirty cop if he fought back. I pinned him down on the bed, and slid my hand inside his jock strap.
"MMMGETMMWAYFRMMME! GGAAAGHHH! MMNOOO! GGMPERVERT!"
"Aww, don’t you like that? Too fucking bad! Because you’re going to get a lot more of that, Officer Gerrittsen. That, and some other things. Now, let’s get rid of that jock strap. I want to see you in all your glory."
  Gerrittsen went totally ballistic when I ripped his jock strap off. He obviously had some inkling of what I had in store for him, and he wasn’t at all pleased about it. I was working up a good sweat as I wrestled with the naked cop. I eventually managed to get his feet bound. As I pushed him back down, I noticed an interesting development.
"My, my Officer Gerrittsen, what do we have here? It looks like someone has become a wee bit excited. I wonder what caused that? I bet you wish your cop friends could see you right now. Big strong Officer Gerrittsen tied up and gagged and naked, and with a big fat woody. What do you think those homophobe pricks would think of you?"
  Gerrittsen’s face was scarlet, either from the exertion, or from shame at his predicament. He whimpered something inaudible and shook his head from side to side. It seemed like the big bad cop had lost a little of his feistiness. He stared at me in XXXX as I reached over and started playing with his big sausage. I jiggled his balls, and he flinched. This situation was getting more and more interesting by the moment. I had thought that I would really have my work cut out getting the cop excited, but here he was, hard as a rock already. My mouth started watering as I looked down at my bound and gagged captive. I licked my lips and started stroking him.
"ARRRGGHHH! MMMNOOO! MMLEAVEMEEMMALONE!"
  "Why, I think that it would be a cruel and unusual punishment to leave you alone, Officer Gerrittsen. You are obviously in need of some release here, and I’m the man to help you out. And guess what? I’m going to be filming every minute of this encounter. Yep, I’m going to make you a star. Your buddies down at the station will get a real kick out of this, won’t they? I bet they’ll all be clamouring to be your partner once they get to see the film."
"MMMNOOOOO! MMMPLEASEMMM! GGGUCANTMDOTHISMMEE!"
"Oh yes I can. You ruined my career when you planted those XXXXs on me, and now I’m going to ruin yours. I think it’s time to get down to work, don’t you?"
  I got out my supplies, simple but effective. Gerrittsen’s eyes bulged as he watched me put on a thin leather glove and squeeze a generous amount of lube from the tube into the palm of my hand. He muttered something from beneath his gag and cringed as I approached him.
"Mmm, this isn’t going to be fun, isn’t it, Officer Gerrittsen. I get to try out my jack off glove on you. Now just let me put some lube on that rod of yours, and let’s see what happens."
"My goodness, but that was fast. Fast but impressive. I do believe you’ve got something in your eye. Let me wipe your face for you. That was way too easy, cop. Though I really think that your cop buddies will find this entertaining. Big, tough Tom Gerrittsen, shooting his wad in about two minutes when another guy works him over. I want to see how long you can last this time."
  Darn, this was far too easy. The guy wasn’t proving to be a challenge, though the video I was getting was priceless. I barely had to touch him to get him to shoot. Even the third time it only took me 10 minutes to get him to blast off. I decided that I needed to do something else to keep myself amused. Gerrittsen hardly put up a struggle as I hogtied him. He mumbled something incoherent as I tied him, but all the fight seemed to have gone out of him. I recalled his extreme reaction when I had grazed his foot with my finger. I wondered how he would react if I gave his feet a real workover.
  Oh, this was MUCH better. Gerrittsen was screaming so loudly that I began to worry about the neighbours hearing him. The poor guy was in agony, crying, begging for mercy through his gag. I could see the ropes biting into his flesh as he writhed around on the bed. I thought he might dislocate a joint or two, the way he was carrying on. I wanted revenge, but didn’t want to cause him any real physical harm, so I decided to cease and desist for awhile. I rolled him over, and…..the cop stud was sporting another iron bar.
  "Well, golly gee whiz Officer Gerrittsen, it looks like you are having a good time. Aren’t you lucky that you have two whole days off from work? Two whole days for me to have some fun with you. Isn’t that great?"
Gerrittsen gave a look of sick despair as I flexed my fingers. I decided that I would give him a bit of rest. He could spend some time watching the video that I was making for his cop buddies. I knew he would enjoy that. Officer Gerrittsen played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff

False Arrest

25 photos; 4:34 video

BoundGuy played by Rex
Bad Cop played by Alan
Photography by Caitiff   Date of production: 08/31/2019

Gagged At The Office

23 photos; 5:05 video

Gagged Office Drone played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff     Dat eof Production: 08/18/2019

Stroked Off

30 photos; 3:54 video

BoundGuy played by David
Bad Guy played by Remy

Date of Production: 08/06/2019

Almost Got Away

22 photos; 4:13 video

Model: Donovan
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Prodiuction:10/10/2013

Foot Patrol by Fidelis

22 photos; 3:05 video

 

    "You know, Deputy, you’ve hurt my feelings. Trying to get away – abusing my hospitality like that. You make me think that I should have just gone and tossed you into the swamp and let the ‘gators make a meal of you. Though, that would have been a waste of a nice hot Deputy body. Now, what am I going to do with you? Huh?"
  Ross sat on the couch, not moving a muscle. The damn fool punk had that XXXX pressed right against his head. The kid had a slightly dreamy look in his eyes – he was probably high on something. Oh shit, oh shit. Ross felt the sweat soaking into his undershirt as the kid slid the XXXX down his face, letting it rest against his cheek. What was he going to do?
"There, that looks much better. Are you still comfy? Would you like a cushion for your head? Oh yeah, you look just fine like that – there won’t be any trying to get away now, will there, Deputy? I’ve really got myself a hot uniform package, haven’t I?
"MMMRRRMMMPHHH! MMUGGGHHHH!"
  Ross strained against the ropes that kept him hog-tied. Damn, now the kid had really gone; Ross could hear him humming away in another room. He had to get out of here. The punk must be some kind of pervert – Ross didn’t like the way he had referred to his hot Deputy body, and called him a hot uniform package. Ross had heard about people like him – hanging out in Key West and South Beach. They just didn’t have pervs like that here – no wonder he didn’t recognize the punk. He must be from the big city. Ross arched his back, trying to break the ropes. Damn, but they were tight. He lay on the floor panting. The ropes were so tight there was no way that he could reach his belt.
"Look what I have here, Deputy. Something for us to watch! ‘Reservoir Dogs’. Have you seen this movie, Deputy? I think that you will enjoy it. It has some very…interesting scenes in it. Just let me move you around a bit. Man, but you are a big guy. Yeah, this is great. I get to watch a movie with a cop as a foot stool."
  Jess chuckled to himself as he switched the DVD player on. This hick Deputy probably hadn’t seen the Tarentino masterpiece. He would really start sweating once they got to the cop scene. Jess had plans for this stud cop. Plans that didn’t include blood and mutilation. Oh no, he was going to give this cop a grand time, whether he wanted it or not. He’d done it before; he would do it again. He knew that both of them were going to have a very enjoyable evening.   Ross played by Stu
Jess played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/26/2005

Out for a Jog by Fidelis

20 photos

 I had been keeping track of the bastard for months. I had his routine down pat. I knew what he did, where he went, whom he saw. Luckily for me, he was a creature of habit. The days he was on duty were the easiest, because he did the same thing every day. He left at exactly the same time, and then after work he went out for a few beers with his macho cop buddies. It would have been fun taking him out of the parking lot of the bar, but it was a real cop hang out, and I decided it was too dangerous. I wouldn’t have minded getting my hands on some of his pig friends, but I didn’t overestimate my abilities. One cop at a time was all that I could handle.
I decided that it would be much better to grab him on one of his days off, and I knew just when and where I was going to do it. He went jogging every morning when he wasn’t working, trying to keep that hard cop body from getting soft from all of the beer and doughnuts that he poured into it. So far he was doing a good job. I had spent many a morning with my binoculars trained on his sweating, muscular body as he pounded the pavement. Concealed behind a hedge, or in my car, I had observed sweat dripping down his finely sculpted chest, soaking that strawberry blonde hair of his. I was going to make the bastard sweat myself, but that sweat wouldn’t be from jogging.
It was a hot Sunday morning, and this was the perfect time to make my move. All the nosy old biddies who kept such a close watch on the comings and goings in their neighbourhood were at Mass at St. Philomena’s, and the young couples who were rehabbing their houses were still asleep, or just waking up and drinking their designer coffee. There was no one to observe my capture of the dirty cop who had ruined my life. I was going to take the bastard and break him.  I waited around the corner from his house, sitting slouched down in my car, until I saw him jog past me. 7.32 exactly; he was right on time. I had already decided where I was going to grab him. I had another 19 minutes to get into place. I drove off and parked the car where it would be right in his way as he passed. I had observed him taking a break at this spot every single morning – the guy was like a robot, he never varied in his routine. I hopped out and removed the license plates, and then crawled into a convenient clump of rhododendron. I checked my watch. Another 10 minutes to go. I could feel my heart pounding. I prayed that nothing would go wrong. The tire iron was clutched in my hand. I had been reading medical textbooks, trying to find the exact spot to hit Officer Gerrittsen. I didn’t want to kill the bastard, or even to cause him any serious damage. All I wanted to do was to incapacitate him for a short period of time. Just long enough to get him into the trunk of my car. Five more minutes to go. I was sweating like a pig, now that the time for revenge was so near. I peered through the leaves, looking down the street. He should make his appearance any minute now. Yes, there he was. Oh, this couldn’t be any better! He was taking his break, and doing it leaning on my car! This was great! He was only a few feet away from me. I was surprised that he couldn’t hear my heart thumping. It was time to move. I crept out of the shrubbery.
  "Hey, Tom! Tom Gerrittsen! Over here!" He turned in surprise, and I charged at him. He didn’t have a chance to react before I whacked him. He slid to the ground, ending up in a crumpled heap. I took a quick look around. The street was quiet; I didn’t see any curtains moving. Good. So far it looked like I was in the clear, but I had to move quickly. I popped the trunk and then bent over and pulled the inert cop to his feet. Christ, he weighed a ton! Huffing and puffing, I managed to roll him into the trunk. He lay there, not moving. I put a finger on his neck. Yep, he was still alive. That was a relief. Just then I heard him moan. I grabbed some of the rope that was in the trunk, and quickly tied his hands behind his back, pulling the rope as tightly as I could. I wanted the bastard to suffer. I ripped a piece of duct tape from the roll that I had stashed with the rope, and plastered it over those handsome lips. Hmm, I thought. One piece wasn’t really going to be enough. It was better to be safe than to be sorry, and after all, I had lots of tape. I smoothed a second piece of tape over his mouth, making sure that the ends were firmly affixed to his cheeks. Gerrittsen was beginning to stir. I had one last adjustment to make. Taking some more of the rope, I tied his roped hands to his waist. There, that should hold him for a while. He groaned again.
  "MMMPHHH. GGGMMWHAT? MMMHEY!"
The cop’s blue eyes opened and he stared at me. I smiled as I saw him recognize me. The look of fear on his face was priceless as he realized that he was roped and gagged and at my mercy.
"MMMONOO! GGMMWHATMDOING? GGUUCANTDOTHISMME! MMWONTGETAWAYWITHMMIT!"
  Gerrittsen started struggling in earnest, grunting and fighting against the ropes. This was great. I was loving every minute of it, having this arrogant macho homophobic cop under my control. And the fun hadn’t even started yet. I grabbed Gerrittsen’s close-cropped hair and shook his head. He moaned and closed his eyes in pain.
  "You behave, big boy, or you’ll be sorry. I’m the one in charge now, not you. You’d better get used to that fact. You haven’t got any of your friends in blue to back you up now, do you? Mmm, I wonder what they would think if they could see you now, especially looking like this!"  I grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, revealing his luscious butt. Oh God, it looked even better than I thought it would. Gerrittsen uttered a muffled scream as I caressed his firm gluts. Yum, they felt great. I was going to have fun with this corrupt, dirty pig. I could barely contain myself as I listened to him scream through his taped lips, struggling to escape my hands. His eyes bulged with fear as I fondled him. Yeah, I was going to have a great time breaking this cop. I gloated as I slammed the lid of the trunk shut. It was time to get out of here. Tom Gerritsen, the Jogger played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff

Plug

30 photos; 6:38 video

Model: Patrick (AKA Tynan Fox)
Photography By Caitiff   Date of Production: 12/29/2008 

Putting Him to Bed

20 photos; 5:20 video

Bound Guy played by Alan
Bad Guy played by Nick
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 08/31/2019

After the Game

30 photos; 4:12 video

Soccor Player played by Vladimir
Rival played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 08/16/2019

Shorts and Socks

28 photos; 4:26 video

Model: Remy


Date of Production: 07/23/2019

Corporal in Trouble by Caitiff

34 photos; 5:08 video

Hindsight was 20/20.  Not that it was doing Corporal Dylan Tyler any good.  He knew he wasn't’ supposed to go off the base at night, especially not in uniform.   But Dylan was horny and none too bright.  He wanted to get drunk and he knew the local women went crazy for an American in uniform.

    Dylan figured he would sneak off, get  a little tail and be back long before revelry that morning.  The first part of his plan worked all right.   No one noticed Dylan sneak off.  He did find a really hot girl who seemed like she couldn’t wait to get into Dylan’s pants. 

    Unfortunately, the girls friends grabbing Dylan, tying his hands behind him, and shoving him into the back of a van was not part of Dylan’s plan.  Suddenly he remembered why he wasn’t supposed to go out on the town in uniform. 
   
    The XXXXs did not a thing.  Whenever Dylan tried ot talk he got a hard XXXX on the head.  Dylan didn’t know where he was being taken but it looked like the bad part of town.  The XXXXers stopped at a dark house, shoving their captive out the van and into their hide out.

    Dylan was shoved onto a bed.  He got up the nerve ot try to talk to his XXXXs again.

    “Uhh ok.  Uhh what do you guys wa..Mmpphh!”, Dylan was cut off as tape was wrapped tightly around his head.    
     Dylan was then XXXX to his feet and shoved into a cramped closet.  They pushed his ass onto a chair.  Rope was taken out and used to bind Dylan’s knees and ankles.

    “Mmph!, Dylan protested for all the good it did him.  The XXXXs shut the door behind them, leaving Dylan alone in the closet.  At least they hadn’t turned off the light.
   
    Dylan shifted uncomfortably in his chair.  Though he wasn’t tied to the chair itself, he dared not get off it.  Dylan didn’t want to make too much noise.  He could hear his XXXXs just outside the door.  Dylan could also hear what sounded like rats scurrying around.    Dylan was certain that if he moved too much the accumulated junk in the small space would come crashing down, bringing who knew what with it.
   
    Instead Dylan tried testing the ropes that bound him.  The cords were wrapped tightly.  Not so tight that Dylan worried about losing feeling in his hands but enough that he couldn’t just slip out.  Frantically Dylan sought any knots.  Unfortunately the ropes formed a tangled mass.  Dylan couldn’t be sure when he found a knot.  And when he worked on any of the clumps he thought was a knot, he made no progress at all.

    Even the tape gag was secure.  Dylan doubted he could get it off without the use of his hands.

    Dylan realised he was going to stay bound and gagged for a very long time.

    Dylan slept fitfully.  He didn’t know when he managed to fall aXXXX.  Dylan only knew that he woke up stiff and incredibly sore,  a thin beam of light leaking in from behind the crack in the board over a small window.

    “Mmmmpphh!”, Dylan gave a pitiful moan when his XXXXs opened the closet door.  They took the tape off his mouth, let him drink some water and then gagged him again with tape.  Worse, they tore off a strip and put it over Dylan’s eyes.

    “Mmmmmfffaaaa!”, Dylan began to panic at the thought of staying in that small space, not only bound and helpless but blind as well.  Dylan began developing a severe case of claustrophobia.
    The XXXXs did not keep Dylan in the closet however.  They XXXX him up onto his feet.  Dylan had to hop on bound feet, blindfolded, forward.  Dylan was scared to XXXX he would trip. 

    Dylan couldn’t know where has being led but he felt a wall and figured he was being put in a corner.  Dylan heard the click of  a camera.  The XXXXs spoke among themselves.    Dylan wished he could understand what they were saying but he had never cared to learn the local language beyond how to order a beer or pick up chicks.  However he did recognise some words, like the name of the base and Dylan’s commanding officer.  He also heard them talk about money.

    This lasted for a few minutes. In that time Dylan could feel his legs beginning to buckle underneath him.  Hands grabbed him as he fell to the floor, making his descent more gentle then it would have been otherwise.  Sill, Dylan’s ass stung as he hit the floor.
   
    There continued to be some shuffling and then silence for what seemed an eternity.  Dylan thought he might be alone though of course he couldn’t see.
    “Mmmmm?!”, Dylan let out a long moan and then another but no response.  There was no noise either.  The whole house seemed quiet.  Dylan was now certain he was alone.

    Dylan knew this might be his only chance to escape.  He didn’t know where he could find the strength though.  He had been bound and gagged for at least a day.  He was starving and sore and  weak as a kitten.  Still, Dylan tried to fight the ropes.  This time he didn’t care if he made noise.  He bucked and twisted, fighting the ropes with what little strength he had left.  He even began to grunt through his gag, preying that some bystander outside might hear him.

    Desperately Dylan rolled on the hard concrete floor.  Though he couldn’t see, Dylan’s head did bump against what seemed ot be the stairs.  But tied up and helpless a she was, Dylan didn't’ try to climb it in his condition.  He was pretty sure if tried he would only end up breaking his neck.

    “MmmmPpphhhmmmm!”,  Dylan gave an angry grunt.  He was still no where near getting freed.  He would have given anything to be untied, to have this stupid gag taken off of his mouth. 
   
    Dylan stayed bound and gagged on the floor in that house for the rest of the day.  The MPs found him after they arrested some of the locals who had tried to ransom Dylan to his commanding officer.

    Corporal Dylan Tyler became Private Dylan Tyler.  And he never sneaked off base again.

Corporal Dylan played by Cliff
Photography by Caitiff

Let Me Go by Kirk

31 photos; 3:53 video

   Mike knew he had problems.  The 26 year old went from bouts of road rage to violent outbreaks that brought him to the point of hurting people he loved.  Macho as always, he knew he had to bring his anger under control before something worse happened:  and end him in prison or worse.
 
His buddy Jake, a marine home from Iraq, suggested he try an attitude adjustment.  “I’ll train you to fix that attitude of yours.”  “How, mother fucker?”   “You’ll see.  Come to my house Saturday at 7 AM.  And bring rope. “Why rope?”  “You not game?”  Mike agreed.  Friday after work he went to the Home Depot and purchased length diameters.  He arrived at Jake’s defiant as ever.  “Ok, shit head, begin my attitude adjustment!”
 
“Shut the fuck up and from now on, not a word, understand fuckface.”  Mike’s anger began to well up but he bit his tongue.  “Well, I am going to rope you like a pig.  Make you focus on yourself.  Feel your anger with no control.”  Mike had second thoughts when Jake tossed him a rag and a roll of duct tape. “We do this in pow training. Now, Start with your mouth: tape it up tight!.”  Mike knew he was at the point of no return and rolled the tape tightly gagging himself.  “Now fucker, on your knees hands behind your head and submit to the rope.”  Again Mike complied and submitted his body to Jake’s professional roping.
 
Jake looked down at Mike, fully restrained.  Mike roped his crossed wrists behind his back, nice and tight. He lashed his upper arms tightly to his sides by turning the rope around his torso.   Mike began to struggle.  His only result was skin burn on his wrists.  Jake turned Mike on his back, and bent his legs.  He tied them together at his knees and ankles.
 
“Now fucker, feel your anger and do something about it.”  Mike just moaned.  He realized he was helpless, his anger useless, and if he moved he only ripped his wrists to shreds and cramped his muscles.   He felt his pulse in his numbing arms and legs became aware of every trickle of sweat that poured forth from every pore on his body.  He realized he had no external control but complete internal control.  He sat in his misery and waited.
 
“Now the final adjustment,” Jake said.  “I have control of your body; you have control of your mind.  Which will win out?”  Mike XXXX his mind to focus as he waited what was to come, his breath heavy with fear.  Jake came down and hogtied him.
 
Can’t get out?  Go on, try!”  Jake watched for some fifteen minutes as Mike fought the bindings.  He turned all around the floor and got nowhere very fast.  He stopped. Exhausted.
 
“Untie me.” Mike demanded.  “Why, you pissed off?  Angry?  What you going to do about it?”  Mike realized that he was helpless and his anger only caused him rope burn. He stared at Jake.      “One two things left for your management lesson for today.  Jake knelt down, XXXX Mike on his side, and sat on his bent legs. He tickled his feet with no mercy.  Mike bucked and fought but could not stop the torture.  “Pissed off?  Who gives a shit?”  Jake finally stopped, exhausted.
 
“Your second lesson is patience with anger. There is no way you will get out of that roping.  So, just lay there for the night.  I’ll return in 24 hours and check in how you are doing. If you are still tied up we begin lesson three.” Jake left!   “Management my ass, I got to break out of this shit.”  Using all his anger Mike kicked and rolled and bucked and cursed, even freeing his gag and calling for help.  But alas, in the end he lay there, exhausted.  His anger subsided as he realized he lost control and was helpless.
 
“It’s going to be a long night,” he thought.  “I wonder what lesson three is?”      

Den of Thievs by Caitiff

23 photos

  How did he manage to get himself into this mess?, Joe wondered for the umpteenth time. Sure, he was as sick as everybody else in the neighborhood with the string of burglaries that the police couldn’t seem to solve. And when he and his brother Frank had seen the shadowy figure coming out of the window of Ms. Wilson’s house, Joe hadn’t thought anything of running after the man. Joe was on the track team in school and easily managed to follow the fleeing thief to the old abandoned McGreavy house. Unfortunately, Joe had lost Frank in the chase. Otherwise, Joe might had had some help when the thief’s partner jumped him right outside the house. Winded from his run, Joe was easily subdued, a hand clasped tightly over his mouth as another hand bent his arm painfully behind his back. Joe was XXXX into the house.
“What are we going to do with him?” The first thief asked his partner.
“If you hadn’t been so stupid as to be followed in the first place! We have too perfect a set up here to let you mess it up!” The second thief spat out, twisting Joe’s arm even harder.
“How as I supposed to know there would be a stupid kid following me. I ran as fast as I could. Look, al we got to do is get rid of him.”
“I ain’t taking a murder rap for some second rate stereo equipment a few diamond rings.”
“All right. Let’s tie him up then. Gag him tight so he can’t yell for help. we can clear out with our stuff by tomorrow. and this kid can spend the next week bound and gagged in this pit with the roaches while we get away. ”
Al right.” the partner agreed as the first thief gathered some clothesline,”But if you mess up again, you’ll be sitting tied up and gagged right next to him. I’m tired of your screw ups!”
The first thief seemed to take his partner’s words to heart as he tightly tied Joe’s hands behind his back. Joe tried to struggle as best as he could but the larger man holding him had him pinned and helpless. Wiggling his wrists, Joe soon realized that his chances of freeing himself weren’t good. More rope bound Joe’s feet and knees. The thief then grabbed a filthy rag from the floor of the derelict house and knotted it in the middle.
“Ok, time to gag our little snoop”, the first thief said. The hand over Joe’s mouth released it’s grip only to be replaced by the foul tasting gag that filled Joe’s mouth.
Bound and gagged, Joe was utterly at his captor’s mercy. They XXXX him into a back room and onto a musty couch.
“If you know what’s good for you, you'll stay put and quiet. Remember, we don’t have to feed you while you’re tied up here.” The second thief said before the left Joe to wait out his captivity.
Even though Joe knew it was useless, he continued to fight the ropes. But the ropes were tied to tightly and Joe was still too exhausted to accomplish anything.
  With nothing to do but sit tied up uncomfortably, Joe’s thoughts raced through his head. Would his brother Frank be able to find him and come back with help? What if the thieves decided they would be better off with Joe permanently out of the way? what if the thieves left him here and Joe couldn’t free himself? How long would he end up staying in this abandoned house, bound and gagged?
Just then Joe saw the window and got an idea. he dared not make any noise, even through his gag lest his XXXXers hear. But if somebody lived nearby, they might see joe was being held hostage and cal the police.
  Carefully Joe got to his feet and hopped as softly as he could over the window. Joe had no idea if anybody would see him but it was his only chance. Hopefully Frank had picked up his brother’s trail and would see him.
But Joe hadn’t been careful enough. A hand grabbed Joe’s shoulder and threw him away from the open window.
“Nice try.” The second thief said as he pushed Joe back to the couch.
For a second, Joe was worried the thieves would decide to do away with Joe right there and then. But they instead hog tied him on the couch. Now if Joe tried to move, al he would accomplish would be to fall to the floor and hurt himself.
  “You’re such a smart guy. Well now you can stay hog tied like that for the rest of the time. Don’t worry, after the first week, you get used to it.”
Now Joe was really uncomfortable. He was beginning to lose circulation in arms and feet and the gag that filled his mouth tasted so bad it was making him feel sick. Joe seriously doubted he could last out a week tied up and gagged like this.    Suddenly Joe heard a noise outside the house.
“Hey Joe! Joe! Are you in there?” Frank’s voice yelled out.
Oh no. Frank had picked up his trail but he didn’t know that Joe had been captured, his XXXXs waiting to spring a trap right inside the house. Joe had to warn his brother!
“Mmmmmm! Mmmpphhffmmmaaaaa!” Nothing but an incomprehensible groan escaped the gag’s thick material. Desperately he tried to force the rag out of his mouth but like his bonds, the gag had been tied too tightly.
  Joe heard the front door to the house creak open.
“Joe? You in here? Did you find ..Mmmmpph!?!” Joe heard his brother say, followed by the sounds of a scuffle.
Hog tied and gagged silent, Joe could only lay on the couch and hope for the best.     Joe played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff  

Orange Jocked

31 photos; 2:33 video

Model: Aaron
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 10/04/2005

Worn Out

20 photos; 3:25 video

He's Had a Long Day

Model: Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff     Date of production: 08/29/2019

Bubble Butt

26 photos; 5:31 video

Model: Troy

Date of Production: 08/10/2019