Red Hat Dude by Kurt

24 photos

Adam loved his red trucker hat.  It was his lucky hat, or so he thought.  But as he sat in his living room, tightly bound and tape gagged, he realized his luck had run its course.  He'd been on his way out when the doorbell rang.     "Damn Jehovah's Witnesses!" he had mumbled to himself as he opened the door, a surly snarl fixed on his face.

But the two tall strangers in the doorway were not there to convert him from his evil ways. They bum-rushed him, one of them clamping a beefy hand over his mouth while the other pinned his arms to his sides.  Taken down in a flying, unexpected tackle, Adam grunted in vain as his hands were pulled behind his back and roped, a heavy knee pressing down into his back, while the other thug plastered strips of wide duct tape over his mouth.

Within seconds, his knees and ankles were also bound, and he lay there completely incapacitated.  His jaunty red cap still sat on his head despite the manhandling, and he grunted through his tape gag as the two intruders disappeared into the kitchen.  Adam's mind was still stunned by the sudden attack.  What the hell was going on?  He heard some crashing sounds coming from the kitchen, but he was too afraid to try and find out what was happening.

Then he heard a voice.     "Dammit!  This is the wrong house!"

"You dyslexic asshole...did you reverse the numbers again?  If this gets back to headquarters, we'll be back pounding a beat!!"

"Shit, what about the kid?"    
"Shut up, moron, he doesn't know we're cops.  Let's just slip out through here."

Adam heard the kitchen door open and swing shut.  He struggled to get to his feet, and began hopping towards the kitchen. 

His red cap lay on the floor, no longer lucky.     The End   Adam played by Hal   Photography by Caitiff  

Party Dressed by Soft Touch

27 photos; 6:56 video

               “So Greco, what do you want me to wear to this party?”  Kevin had come upstairs like Greco told him and looked inside the closet, but he couldn't see anything that looked like party clothes.  Then he saw his friend Greco standing in the doorway.
            “You see those ropes in the bottom of the closet?” Greco chuckled.  “That’s what you're going to be wearing Party Guy.”
            Ropes…!  Kevin didn't want to wear any ropes!  “Hey Greco, you're kidding me, right?” Kevin asked hopefully.
            Suddenly Greco was standing right behind Kevin and breathing into his ear.  “Not exactly,” Greco said quietly even as one of his strong arms pulled the slight Kevin’s body back against him and his other arm circled around the trusting house guest and his hand began moving a folded pad of damp cloth toward Kevin’s face.
            “Hey!  What gives?” a surprised Kevin squeaked.  Then his nose twitched as he got his first whiff of the sweet stuff on the cloth.  “Oh no, that thing stinks!  Keep it away from me!”
            But the beefy Greco just laughed as his arms tightened around the wiggling Kevin and his hand began to press the dampened folds of cloth over his young friend’s nose and mouth.  Kevin wiggled even more inside Greco’s strong arms and he tried to twist his face away from the XXXX cloth while he begged “No, please Greco, I don't like the smell of that thing!” and he tried to pull the XXXX cloth off of his face.
            Then Kevin had to take a breath and strangely sweet fumes began rushing into his head.  All of a sudden Kevin felt like he had drank six whiskey sours and his head started to spin.  A moan escaped from Kevin’s mouth and then he gasped into the muffling cloth “What're you doing to me?”
            “Just helping you to relax, Pretty Kevin,” Greco whispered into Kevin’s ear.  “You know how frisky you get sometimes.”
            Kevin mumbled into the muffling cloth that he didn't want to relax, but whatever was on that cloth was working very quickly.  First Kevin felt his arms go numb and then his hands fell away from the cloth.  And then his legs began to feel all rubbery and his vision began to get all foggy.  And then he felt his body sinking down onto the floor and all Kevin wanted to do was to just curl up and go to XXXX.
            Greco gently lowered the groggy Kevin down onto the floor.  He didn't want to bruise the merchandise.  Then he lifted the cloth off of Kevin’s face.  He didn't want to put him to XXXX just yet.  He just wanted to put him into a nice twilight world so that he wouldn't make a fuss.  For over a month street-angel Kevin had been living rent-free and happily eating up all of Greco’s groceries and tonight he was finally going to pay the bill.               Kevin felt like he was in some kind of strange dream that he couldn't wake up from.  He could feel Greco’s hands on his body and he was dimly aware that his clothes were being taken off, but all of that felt like it was far away and Kevin was feeling too weak to even try to stop it from happening to him.
            Greco worked quickly as he stripped Kevin down to just his birthday suit and then plastered a couple of strips over heavy-duty tape over Kevin’s lips so that he couldn't complain too loudly about what Greco was doing to him. Then Greco began to enjoy himself as he used his selection of ropes to bind and restrain Kevin in an artful way to highlight each of the street-angel’s many charms.
            Then Greco took Kevin into his strong arms.  “Come on Kevin, open your eyes now.  I only gave you a little of my XXXX juice.”
            At first Kevin didn't want to open his eyes.  He didn't want this nightmare to be really happening to him.  Then he opened his eyes just a little and saw Greco’s face smiling down at him.  And then Kevin saw that he was completely naked and that there were ropes all over him!  Kevin began to huff behind his taped-over lips and to struggle against all of the ropes.
            “None of that!”  Greco said sharply and yanked on Kevin’s hair to get his attention.  “Either you behave or I'll get my strap!”
            Kevin was shocked.  Greco had never hurt him before, but now Kevin could see it in the older man’s eyes.  He wanted to hurt Kevin now.  So Kevin relaxed into Greco’s arms and sighed through his nose in surrender.  “That’s better.  A lot of people are waiting to see you tonight and I want you to be a good little star and make them all happy.” Greco petted Kevin’s soft hair.
            Kevin moaned behind his sealed lips.  He was so confused.  What did these people want him to do?  Then, as if he was reading Kevin’s thoughts, Greco began to explain.
            “Now some of these people are the fun type who will want to play with lots of fruit and whipped cream.  But then there are some who are kind of naughty.  They will probably want to use some hot wax and clothespins on you, but I won't let them hurt you too much.  And then the rest will probably want to see just what a nice street-angel you can be and we both know that you like doing that.”
            Oh no!  This was impossible!  Kevin had to get out of here!  So he strained and struggled against the binding ropes and rolled all around on the floor while Greco laughed at his pitiful struggles.  But the ropes wouldn't let him go.  They just kept pulling on him and teasing him in certain places until Kevin was showing Greco just how horny he was.
            “That’s right, have you're little fun now.  I think my friends are going to love you to pieces.  Now come on,” Greco took debutante Kevin by his hair and lifted him up from the floor.  "I'm going to take you out to the car now.  And don't worry, once I get you folded up right, there will be plenty of room for you in the trunk.”
            Shocked beyond any further resistance, Kevin let Greco put him over his shoulders and didn't even whimper as Greco carried him out the door.  But one little tear did run down Kevin’s cheek as he was taken away to become Greco's newest star.     Kevin played by Patrick
Greco played by John
Photography byCaitiff
 

Straight Guy, Black Shorts

20 photos; 5:01 video

Straight gUY PLAYED BY Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 0/13/2019

Gagged and Rubbed

20 photos; 9:30 video

Model: David
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 10/16/2019

Missing the Big Game

20 photos; 4:35 video

Model: Hudson
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 06./13/2019

Gift Wrapped by Caitiff

31 photos; 5:14 video

It was Christmas Eve and all though the house, Tony was busy decorating as demanded by his spouse “I’m going out shopping so don't’ dare be lazy.” “All the decorations up or on your ass, I’ll go crazy!” So Tony got out the tinsel, the ornaments, the glass balls. He was so intent on his work, he didn’t see the masked guy down the hall. The burglar surprised Tony as he wasn't here for fun. “Don't’ make a move!” He said as Tony fought t he urge to run. “I don’t any trouble.” Tony did plead. “Then shut the fuck up and do what I need!” So Tony was wrapped in tape green and red. And a cleave gag was shoved so nothing could be said. Tony’s hands were taped tight with red tape. And more green was wrapped around Tony’s hunky shape. “Mpph!” Grunted Tony, this tape sure is tight he thought. And he moaned some more as the burglar took all the gifts he had bought. Tony’s legs were then tied with red and green straps Including his toes with green tape that held fast. Tony struggled, he rolled and he moaned. This guy was stealing everything Tony owned. Tony was helpless so tightly was he gagged tied. And then the Burglar stood over his hostage, his expression snide. “I’ve got you bound and gagged, but those moans got me hot!” “You’re cuter then most guys I put in a knot!” Tony thought this guy was making a pass. Then he was sure when the guy patted his exposed ass! “Too bad I have so little time” The Burglar sighed. So he decided to write on Tony while he was tied! “If I could take you with me, believe me I would!” “Because that ass of yours gives me serious wood” “But there’s always another time to scratch that itch. “Maybe next year you can be my bitch!” And so Tony was left alone, taped tightly into a little ball. With “Merry XXXmass on his ass in scrawl. Tony played by Mike Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 12/22/2009

Don't Fight It

20 photos; 5:08 video

Bound Guy played by JMZ
Bad Guy played by Craig
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 04/17/2011

Recalcitrent by Fidelis

22 photos

  Sam groaned as he got out of his truck. Oh Lord, his muscles were stiff. It had been years since he had been on a horse, but the site that he was investigating was inaccessible even to Jeeps and SUVs, which may have been why it hadn’t been plundered. The only way to get up there had been on horseback, but it had been worth it. He now had incontrovertible proof that this was a major archaeological site. This was one piece of park land that wasn’t going to be torn apart by oil and gas drilling. He grinned to himself as he thought of the dismay that would be felt by a certain very highly placed government official when he found out that his cronies in the energy industry would be denied the opportunity to swell their coffers even more.
Sam looked at his watch. He had just enough time to have a nice hot bath to soothe his aching muscles and to get into clean clothes before the meeting at the university. He had found the needed proof just in time. The decision as to whether or not the drilling would be allowed to go ahead would be made in just a couple of days. They had to make a game plan. Apart from the historical significance of his find, Sam took great satisfaction in the thought that this would be a poke in the eye for that bastard, Larsen. Sam knew that Larsen had been the only one in the department who had opposed his appointment. They couldn’t agree on anything, and Sam had some serious doubts about Larsen’s professional integrity. However, that could all wait. First, he was going to get his precious pictures and sketches into a safe place, then a nice hot bath and then….."MMMMPHHHHH"
Sam’s musings were cut short as a masked figure lunged out of the shadows and grabbed him, slamming up against the side of the truck. Before he could cry out, a gloved hand was pressed over his mouth. "Don’t you make a noise, and you’ll be just fine. Hank, you have the rope ready? " Sam grunted in pain as his right arm was twisted behind him. OUCH. That hurt! Who were these guys, and what did they want? Sam tried to break from the man who was holding him, and was rewarded by having his arm pulled up until he thought that his shoulder would pop out its socket. Sick with pain, he was helpless to resist as his arms were pulled behind him, and his wrists were tied together.
The hand was removed from his mouth. "What the fuck do you think you’re…MMMMPHHH!" Sam’s outburst was cut short as a red bandanna was shoved between his teeth. He gasped as it was pulled cruelly tight, cutting into the corners of his mouth, before it was knotted at the back of his head.
"MMMGGGMMWANT?"
  "You just keep quiet, and start walking. Don’t try anything funny, or…SHIT! Catch him!" Sam took off as fast as he could. He didn’t know what these guys were up to, or what they wanted, but it really seemed like a good idea to get out of here. If he could only reach the road, there might be someone driving by, or one of his neighbours might be out front. Even with the element of surprise, Sam didn’t get far. His muscles were tired and sore from the unaccustomed horse riding. He hadn’t taken more than a few steps before he was tackled, and brought to the ground.
  "So you think that you’re a smart guy, do you? We’ll see about that. You won’t be rushing off anywhere soon. Hank, give me some more of that rope. I’m gonna make sure that this guy doesn’t take any more running starts."
There was nothing that Sam could do, with this big guy sitting on top of him. He could only squirm helplessly as rope was wound around his waist, pinning his hands his hands to his back, and then it was passed between his thighs. Oh my, that hurt. He grunted as the man tying him up pulled tight on the rope, squeezing his balls. He was dragged to his feet, and with something hard shoved into his back, he was prodded forward, into the house.
  Sam moaned through his gag with every step that he took. The rope between his thighs was uncomfortably tight, rubbing against his groin in a most unpleasant manner. The two men who had captured him marched him into the house, and into his bedroom. He was shoved down on the side of his bed. "Let’s make sure that you don’t go wandering while we search this place. No more stupid moves like the one in the garage, or you’ll regret it, smart guy." Sam was hurting too much to put up any resistance as his ankles were bound together. He winced as he felt the ropes cutting through his boots, pressing into his ankles. He grunted as his feet were swung up on the bed. Oww, these ropes really hurt! "Now you just lie there like a good boy, and have a nice rest. We know that you’ve had a long day, professor, and we don’t want you getting all tuckered out. It might hurt all those brains of yours. Ha ha ha."
Left alone, Sam began struggling. This wasn’t some random robbery. These guys knew who he was, and what he had been doing today. He listened to the sound of furniture being overturned, of objects being smashed. NO!!!! That had to have been his cabinet full of ancient Ananavihopi pottery.
  Those bastards! He had to get out of here. These scum must be looking for the notes and pictures that he had been taking over the past couple of weeks. The pictures, maps and sketches from today where still in the truck, shoved under the front seat, but his other notes….they mustn’t get those! Sam twisted and strained, fighting the ropes that bound him. Damn, this was like some kind of torture. Every time he moved, the ropes in between his legs dug into his groin. He tried to ignore the discomfort; he had to get free before they found all of his notes. He had them hidden in a secure place – he had walked in one day to find Lars Larsen poking through his study, claiming that the door to the house had been wide open. If he could only get free…or call for help. The phone was on the table across the room. Sam began to maneuver his body towards the edge of the bed. He rubbed his head against the bedspread, trying to loosen the gag. If he could manage to get his mouth free, and get to the phone, he could call 911. Darn, this gag was tight. He tried using his tongue to push out the bandanna, but it was pulled so tight that he could feel his cheeks bulging over it. He was getting closer to the edge though, so he was making some progress. Just a few more minutes and….
"You going somewhere, professor? I don’t think so. You really are determined to get away, aren’t you? Or should I say, bound and determined? Ha ha ha, I made a joke, prof. Why aren’t you laughing? I guess you university types don’t have any sense of humour. But let’s make sure that you stay put."
  "MMMNOOOMMOUCH!!!!! "
"Gee, isn’t that tight enough for you? I’ll have to see what I can do about that."
Sam whimpered as he was flipped onto his stomach. His aching muscles screamed as rope was attached to his ankles, and then his legs were pulled up. The additional length of rope was attached to his already bound wrists.
"Now, why don’t we make the city dude look like a real cowboy? Your nice hat has fallen off, let me put it back on for you. There, that’s much better. You can pretend that you’re playing cowboys and Indians now. Or do you want to be a cowboy AND an Indian? Don’t worry, when we’re finished here, those ruins will be history so I guess the both the cowboys and the Indians will lose out. . Ha ha ha. History, do you get it, prof? It will be history! Jeez, you are a real sourpuss, aren’t you? I thought that was pretty funny. But..back to work. And don’t worry, we’ll be back for you. We have to keep you on ice for a couple of days."    Sam’s blood was boiling. These two yahoos weren’t going to get away with this. They must be in the pay of IRYX Corporation. He knew that the company wasn’t known for its ethical behaviour, but this was too much. Sam redoubled his efforts to get free, ignoring the pain that tore through his body. He was drenched in sweat; he could feel it running down his wrists. Hmm, the rope didn’t seem to be quite so tight now. Sam flexed his wrists, conscious of the fact that the two hoods must be running out of places to look. Unless they took a sledgehammer to his big antique desk, they wouldn’t find his preliminary notes, but he had to protect the notes in the truck. IRYX Corp must be desperate if they had hired these idiots. They knew what he had been up today, but they hadn’t searched his truck. At least not yet. YES!!! The ropes around his wrists were looser…..they were starting to slide off. Once his hands were free, it took Sam only a couple of minutes to undo the rest of the ropes. His numb and swollen fingers had trouble undoing the knots, but fear gave him speed. There, the last knot was undone. As Sam tottered to his feet, he heard the sounds of the search stop. He heard heavy footsteps approaching. He had to get out of here now! As the door to the bedroom opened, Sam heaved open the window and tumbled out. He took off across the yard, staggering towards the road. He heard a yell of outrage behind him, but it was too late. He was free, and a priceless piece of history would be saved.     Sam played by Anthony
Photography by Caitiff  

Lanky

25 photos; 5:42 video

Model: Uriah
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 04/19/2011

Didn't Make Bail

28 photos; 5:15 video

Prisoner played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff







Date of Production: 11/25/2019

Caught Naked

20 photos; 2:32 video

Model: Vladimor
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 08/23/2019

Suits

26 photos; 6:20 video

Bound Executive played by Ron Jeffries
Bound Junior Executive played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 04/04/2019

Bound In the Cornor

21 photos; 4:03 video

 

Welcome Home pt 2

16 photos; 2:24 video

As the thug added the last knot to Dwayne's bondage, Philip sighed through his gag.  His hopes of being rescued by his roommate were crushed as he watched a gag being tied into Dwayne's sexy mouth.  Dwayne's manly grunts as he was bound and gagged had turned Philip on big-time, despite the dangerous situation. 

"OK, assholes, I got a few more things to do," the intruder said.  "Sit here nice and quiet and I won't hurt you.  Don't make me hurt you."

He left the living room and the two captives began struggling in their rope restraints.  The cleave gags in their mouths did not completely silence them, though their words were distorted by the thick cloth.

"Uck...ee ooops ite!" ("Fuck..these ropes are tight!") Dwayne mumbled, his eyes blazing.

"Ah oo...ah ba ied ee ows." ("I know...I've been tied for 3 hours.") Philip replied.

"Ahn et ooo?" ("Can you get loose?")

"Ay-ee." ("Maybe.")

The two hostages heard the front door open and close.  At last, they were alone and unharmed, except for the tight bondage and gags.  Dwayne twisted on the couch, trying to get his fingertips on Philip's bindings.  They two men struggled for at least an hour without any progress, when suddenly Dwayne was able to loosen one of the knots around Philip's wrists.  After another 40 minutes of struggling, Philip felt the rope finally loosening.  Finally, the main knot gave way and with a little more twisting of his hands, he was free.  He reached up and pulled the gag from his mouth, gasping for air.  Seeing his buddy free, Dwayne began grunting in earnest.

"Uh-i ee!" ("Untie me!") he mumbled impatiently. "Uhh ufff!" ("Hurry up!")

Philip was in no mood to listen to his domineering roommate's demands.  After being bound and gagged for five hours, he decided his buddy should catch up.

"You big jerk!  I was waiting for you to rescue me, and all you did was screw up, as usual!  Why didn't you listen to me when you came in? I tried to warn you!"

"Ah ah-ee! Ah int owe!" ("I'm sorry! I didn't know!") Dwayne grunted.

"You saw me tied up, and just wanted to play.  Well, now it's my turn!"

"Ahh?? Ott oo eee?" ("What? What do you mean?")

For once Philip had the upper hand, and he intended to use it.  He smiled down at his still-helpless buddy, who looked so hot in the rope and gag. 

"Now it's my turn to have some fun," Philip gloated.

Hard Hat by Fidelis

30 photos

   "Fucking, thieving idiots" Jake muttered to himself. He had this hugely lucrative job installing a brand new gourmet kitchen in this grand old house, and he had had to fire his assistants, Jose and Fred. They were both lazy bastards, and it turned out that they had been pilfering material and tools from the job. He was better off alone, especially now that he had a fortune in appliances and expensive materials just sitting here. He would have to work his ass off, but he would get the job done, on time and more cheaply than he had expected. His swearing and the sound of the drill completely covered the creaking sound that the old floor made. Jake was so intent on his work that he didn’t even realize that someone had crept up behind him, a 2 by 4 in hand.
"Gee, I hope you didn’t kill him. He doesn’t look so good."
  "Nah, that was a love tap. The cheap bastard has a thick skull. I just hope that I didn’t damage the drill. We can get good money for that. C’mon, help me get him over here. We’ve got to fix him up. He isn’t going to be in a good mood when he wakes up, and I don’t want him interfering with our work."
"GGMMMMHHH? MMMOOOOHHHH. GGMMFUCK?"
Jake tried to focus. He saw four figures standing in front of him, no, not four , two. As his vision cleared he realized that he was looking at his former employees, Jose and Fred. It was only when he tried to stagger to his feet that Jake discovered what a sticky situation he was in. The felonious duo had taped him up, good and tight. Jake howled imprecations through his tape-gagged mouth.
"Ah, take a load off, boss. You have a nice good rest. You’ve been working way too hard. Yeah, take a long rest. You aren’t going to have much to do once we’re finished here. All of this stuff should bring a few dollars. Don’t you think so, boss? And your nice new truck will bring in a few more bucks."
  "GGGNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! MMUCANTMMMDOMMTHIS!"
"Oh yeah, I think we can. Why don’t you do like Fred says. Sit there and enjoy yourself while we load up the truck."
Jake writhed in impotent fury while he was XXXX to watch his former workers carry off his expensive tools and some of the appliances and materials. He had laid out a fortune on this stuff, and now he had to watch it disappear. The dumb asses would probably sell it for a fraction of its value.
"Get a move on, Jose. We gotta get the dolly to move these suckers – they weigh a ton. Don’t you worry about the boss man, he ain’t going anywhere."
  "Yeah, yeah, you go, I’ll be just a second."
Jake flinched as the handsome Latino came over to him and chucked him under the chin.
"It looks like you’ve got yourself into a tight spot, doesn’t it handsome? You don’t how tight a spot yet, but you sure as hell are going to find out."
Jake sat there petrified as Jose ran his work-hardened hands over Jake’s muscular body. Jake felt himself break out in a cold sweat. There was a lascivious gleam in Jose’s eyes that he didn’t like one little bit. There was a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. He was beginning to get the idea that he was going to suffer something more than the loss of his goods.
"You just sit there, nice and tight. We’ll be back to deal with you later."    The moment he was alone, Jake began his escape attempt. He managed to struggle to his feet, no easy thing with his hands taped to his knees. The hapless contractor then immediately tripped over a bucket and tumbled to the floor. He lay there, moaning in pain. The fall had made the pain in his head worse, and he was sure that he had bruised himself all over. He lay there for a moment, letting the pain wash over him in waves. He knew that he had to get away, so he tried to struggle to his feet once more. This wasn’t easy, especially from his prone position. Finally he managed to get himself into a sitting position, but when he tried to heave himself to his feet, he fell over again.      ‘Fuck’, he though. ‘I might as well let those take everything; I’m going to kill myself trying to get away.’ But then he remembered the way Jose had looked at him, and he decided that he had really better escape. He had seen that look in other guy’s eyes, and he knew what it meant. The difference being that he had never been trussed up and gagged before. Yep, he had to get out of here, and pronto! It was obvious that pillage wasn’t the only thing those two had on their minds.
Jake rolled over onto his side, and finally managed to get to his feet. He shuffled over to a drawer where he had seen some utensils that the owners of the house had left, waiting to be discarded. Using his forearm, he finally managed to nudge the drawer open. Hmm, there were a couple of things in here that he might be able to use, but how to get them out of the drawer and into his bound hands? Jake put his face down in the drawer, thinking that he might somehow use his head to pull the drawer all the way out, until it fell to the floor, disgorging its contents.
"Whatcha doing, boss? Trying to get away? I don’t fucking think so!"
  "GMMMMMOUUUCCCHHHH. MMMNOOOO!" Jake lay on the floor, once more howling into his gag.
"Ah shut up, stop your whining. You think we’re going to damage a prime piece of meat like you before we have our fun? Don’t be such a dope. What a sissy, crying over a few bumps and bruises. You’ll have more to cry about in a while."
Jake gasped in fear as he saw Jose whip out a knife. He sighed in relief when Jose used to the sharp blade to slice through the tape around his knees. His relief was short-lived as Jose hoisted him to his feet and pushed him up against the ladder. Jake whimpered as Jose rubbed his crotch against Jake’s firm, muscular butt.
  "How do you like the feel of that, boss? Huh? You like that? Looking forward to it?"
"MMMMNNOOOO!!! GGGMUCANT!!!NNOOOOO!!!"
Jake was protesting through his gag at the same time that he realized that he was getting quite excited himself as Jose rubbed and kneaded his body. Hmm, this might not be so bad after all.
"I think we’ll leave that for that the main course. Why don’t we start you off with an appetizer?"
Jake’s eyes widened as Jose pushed him to the floor, at the same time as his ex-employee was unzipping his jeans. Shit, that wasn’t an appetizer! It could easily feed a family of four!
"Time to chow down, big boy. Prepare to enjoy!"  

  Jake played by Lyle
Photography by Caitiff
 

Hairy Hank

24 photos

Model: Hank
Photography by Slade



Date of Production: 04/13/2013

Athlete Stripped

20 photos; 10:18 video

Jock played by Steve Thompson
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 12/11/2019

The Unlucky Guard

28 photos; 7:34 video

Alll this for 7.25 an hour?

Security Guard played by Rick
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 12/10/2019

Muscle Bear Hog Tied

30 photos; 4:19 video

Model: Troy
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 10/12/2019

Homecoming pt 2

27 photos; 3:35 video

 

In Too Deep.. In Color

5:26 video

Some asked that we do a color version of the In Too Deep video.

Here's the original The Detective played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff       Date of Production: 11/26/2019

Hurt by JMZ

19 photos; 1:18 video

                I was able to get the chair out from under me and on its side. I meticulously worked at the knots. My finger ached as I slowly began to unravel the rope that connected my ankles. If I could only get my feet loose I would at least be able to have a fighting chance if he came back in. “MMMPPPPPPP. MMMPPPHHH”, I grunted. As time went by I occasionally glanced at the door hoping to an officer walk in. I needed to work faster.
 
            I was filled with excitement and exhaustion when I finally got my ankles free. I lay on the floor trying to catch my breath. This endeavor seemed harder with duct tape wrapped around my mouth. Once I got my breath back I began stage two. I pulled the chair back on its side and tried to get footing. I used my knees as leverage and got to my feet.
 
            I slowly rocked back to sit in the chair and began the work to free my hands. I yanked and pulled hard. I was able to get one hand free quickly because I had loosened the rope while trying to get my ankle free. I pulled my wrist from the coils and quickly freed the other hand. My skin was bruised and red from the bindings.  I had to get out quick I thought. I began to remove the gag which seemed harder than anything I had endured throughout this entire ordeal. The duct tape stuck to my skin tightly. I decided one big pull would have to do. I swiftly pulled the tape from around my mouth I opened my mouth to scream in pain but quickly stifled myself. I looked up towards the window to see the whack job still pacing. I quickly ran out of the back porch and to the nearest house to call the cops myself.
 
            When the cops arrived I explained what had happened. The old man looked scared and apologetic as he heard me explain why I was there. The neighbors gathered on the sidewalk to watch the drama. As angry as I was I could not bring myself to press charges. The look the old guy’s face made me feel sorry for him. As the cops left he walked up to me and extended a hand. I shook it with his apologies. Later that night the door bell rang and it was him again. He invited me over for dinner with his wife and I accepted.                                                   The End                

Hacker Sackd by Caitiff

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Grope 2

22 photos; 4:20 video

Let's Try this Hog Tied
Cont'd from Grope

Model: Chad
Model: PAtrick Aka Tynan Fox
Photography by Caitiff



Date of Production: 03/24/2010