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Just Another Job by Caitiff
24 photos
Another long night and things had gone well. Donny was going to get a good deal on the stuff he had gotten tonight. It was so easy to get into people’s houses. he had especially been happy when he came across a lock box in one old house. Donny didn’t know what was inside but he was sure it would be the “Big Score”.
Yes, things had gone really well, Donny thought as he drifted of into a deep XXXX. So deep that he didn’t hear his window being XXXX open. So deep, in fact, that the man who who had broken into donny’s house had time to pour the smelly contents of a brown bottle onto a handkerchief. Donny remained unaware of the man until suddenly the handkerchief was pressed firmly against his nose and mouth!
“Mmmph! Mmm..ffmmm...mmmmm.....” was all Donny could say as the chemicals in the handkerchief overwhelmed him. Again he drifted off into blackness.
Donny awoke slowly as the XXXX faded out of his system. His first sensation was that his mouth tasted dry and foul. He couldn’t seem to move his tongue at all. Some thing was keeping it to the back of his mouth.
Still groggy, Donny tried to put his hands to his mouth. But they wouldn’t move. In fact, Donny’s entire body seemed to stuck together somehow. In the back of Donny’s still XXXX mind, alarm bells went off.
“Well, looks like XXXX beauty is waking up!”
Donny’s eyes popped open at the sound of the voice of the man that stood over him. Large and muscular, the man wore a ski mask. But the threat in his eyes was clear enough.
“Mmmmm?!” Donny exclaimed incoherently through the thick gag filling his mouth. what the..? Donny tested the gag, trying to push it out with his tongue but it was far too tightly tied to come out. Vainly, he reached for it with is hands, but he suddenly realized that they had been tightly tied together behind his back. His legs were similarly bound. Donny lay on the bed, bound and gagged, as the man hovered over him.
“You’ve caused me a fair bit of trouble taking my lock box like you did. I paid a lot of money for a good security system to keep that sort of thing from happening and you went through it like it wasn’t there. Do you have any idea of the trouble you’re in?”
Donny didn’t have a clue but he was guessing it was way more then he was willing to deal with. Any normal person would have called the cops to take care of somebody like Donny. Not XXXX him and play bondage games. Which meant this guy must either be a psycho, out of revenge, or both!
“Mmm-mmpaammmm!?” Donny pleaded. But the man didn’t seem interested in Donny’s whimpers. He turned and began rummaging though the house, apparently for his lock box that Donny had stolen only hours before.
He had to get out of here, Donny realized. Franticly, he strained against the ropes that bound him. Donny wasn’t a weak man. he was still young and pretty muscular himself. But that strength alone didn’t mean much when you were tied up. After several minutes of struggling and rolling on the bed, ever fearful his captor would come back, Donny was no closer to getting free then he had been before. When the man came back, Donny was still bound, gagged and helpless.
“Lucky for you I found the box. For all your skill as a thief, you suck as hiding stuff. Guess we could fix that problem. Guys like you can be made to be pretty compliant with the right motivation.”
Donny wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that! If the guy had his stupid lock box, why was he still here? What did he mean “Motivation”? What was this guy going to do? As he lay there, Donny felt totally exposed. Half naked except for a beat up pair of shorts, Donny knew if this guy tried anything, he couldn’t stop him. Though, Donny admitted to himself, being , XXXX was better then being XXXX off.
But the guy did neither. Instead Donny found himself being hog tied so that he was even more immobile.
“Here...”, the man said as he gave Donny a pat on the ass,”You have fun. And get used to being tied up and gagged a lot. being kept immobile is part of the indoctrination process!”
Donny was as confused as ever and even more frightened. This guy was obviously planning far more then a little fun at Donny’s expense.
“Mmmmmm! Mmmm!”Donny screamed through his gag as he bucked and rolled as much as the gag and bonds allowed. if only he could get somebody’s attention. Donny didn’t mind the police arresting him. That was a hell of a lot better then anything this guy must have had planned.
The man seemed amused by Donny’s panic as he took out a cell phone and hit the auto dial. “The package has been recovered. Plus a bonus prize. Yes. Anybody who can cut through our security so easy has got talent..... No, i don’t think liquidation is a good idea. We can use this..... Yes, the prize is already wrapped up and ready for delivery. I don’t think indoctrination should take too long. ...expect us shortly.”
The man hung up and keeled so he was eye level with Donny. Donny could only stare into the man’s cold eyes.
“You are a very lucky man. Normally a punk like you would be taken care of for causing us so much grief. But you got talent at getting into places and my employers can use talent like that. Actually, I should say, YOUR employers. Because now they are.”
“MMMMMMMM!!!!” Donny let out a long moan in protest, for all the good it would do.
The man laughed, “ Of course you are going to need a little attitude adjustment. but i will take care of that personally!” The man took out a large bag and began shoving Donny’s prostrate form into it.
And so Donny, break in artist, was taken in by the “Organization”.The endDonny played by Gurth
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/29/2003 -
XXXXping !01 by Kurt
28 photos; 4:11 video
Cliff sat on the edge of the bed where his two XXXXs had thrown him. He was still a little woozy from the chemical they had used on him, and his body ached from being crammed into a car trunk. As his senses cleared up, he took stock of his predicament. Yes, his father was rich, and Cliff was the black sheep of the family, but he had never really thought about being XXXX for ransom. Now he sat on a bed, tied up and blindfolded, wondering what would happen next. "Take off his blindfold", he heard. The red bandanna was removed from Cliff's eyes and dropped on the bed next to him. He blinked a few times then gasped involuntarily as he saw two men standing in front of him, both wearing ski masks that made them look even scarier. Cliff didn't want to show any fear, but he had to gulp a few times before he could speak. "Who are you guys? What do you want...?" he squeaked, his voice sounding embarrassingly high-pitched. "Shut up, kid," the taller one said, "Gag him!" "No...please....", Cliff protested, as the shorter guy snatched up the bandanna that had been used to blindfold him. He watched as the man twirled the cloth in his hands, tying a thick knot in the middle of the cloth. He knelt behind Cliff on the bed. "Open up, kid", he ordered. As the taller XXXX aimed a pistol at his chest, Cliff knew he had no choice. He opened his mouth and grunted as the cloth knot was shoved in and the cloth was pulled and tied tightly behind his head. "Urrgh...ummmppphh", Cliff moaned as he was XXXX to bite down on the cloth.
The one who had gagged him gave him a push, and Cliff toppled over onto the bed. "How's that, boss?" the gagger asked.
"It'll do for now. You gotta keep them gagged, or else they whine and complain a lot." "Got it", his partner said.
"Now get some more rope and tie up his feet and legs."
"Uh, oh, boss....""What?"
"I forgot to pick up that extra rope you told me to get before we snatched him." Cliff sighed with relief. He was already tied up pretty tightly, and he was glad there was no more rope to use on him. "You do lt!" the leader sXXXXped angrily at his not too bright partner. "OK, here, use this duct tape." "Yeah, OK, boss!" Cliff cringed at the sound of the duct tape being stripped off the roll. But he lay still as it was wrapped around his jeans-covered ankles over and over, growing tighter and tighter, pressing his shins and ankles together. "That OK, boss?" Cliff was amazed. It almost seemed like the second XXXX was being trained by the XXXX-toting one. Maybe it was his first XXXXping, and he was learning how to restrain and gag a victim. "Yeah, that'll do." "We got him tied up good now, boss...hehe. He looks pretty cute like that!" "It ain't meant to look cute, but he's a good looking kid, I admit. Nice chest on him." Cliff groaned into his gag as the XXXXpers made these unwanted compliments about his physique. "Boss, now that we got him, can I....." "Yeah, go ahead, have some fun. We'll take the pictures later. I need a XXXX." FUN?? Cliff moaned in XXXX as the shorter one climbed onto the bed next to him. "Better gag him better if you're going to work him over," the boss said from the doorway. "Yeah, boss, good idea." He picked up the roll of duct tape and tore off a strip, then plastered it over the cloth knot in Cliff's mouth. Cliff lay still, petrified, as the XXXX lay behind him and reached around to stroke his well-sculpted, furry chest. He cringed as one hand began to fumble with the buttons on his jeans. DAMN!! Why had he decided to go commando that morning?"MMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!". Model: played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 11/12/2009 -
Baseball Bound
29 photos; 4:43 video
Baseball player played by Dante
Photography by Caitiff
Date of production:10/15/2019
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Straight Guy, Red Briefs
20 photos; 4:22 video
Model: Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/13/2019 -
Awkward Position
21 photos; 3:21 video
BoundGuy played by David
Bad Guy played by Remy
Date of Production: 08/06/2019 -
The Great Outdoors
20 photos; 4:24 video
Cont'd from "Litter Bug" Mark was carried deeper into the woods, even as he squirmed and twisted. The man who had XXXX him was pretty strong and easily carried Mark over his shoulder. Bound hand and foot, Mark could do very little to fight him beyond wiggle like a worm. “Mmmmppphhh!”, Desperately Mark tried to get someone’s attention. He had heard other hikers earlier. But the gag over his mouth made saying anything a near impossibility. And all because Mark had thrown a plastic bottle in the woods. After a while, the man set Mark back down on his feet. His ankles bound, Mark couldn’t do much more then bunny hop around. He knew he could never out run the man. The ropes binding Mark’s hands were checked, the knots tightened. The tape was surprisingly still clinging to Mark’s face despite all the sweat that ran down his face. Mark glared at the man. The man’s response was totally not what Mark had expected. He pulled Mark’s shorts down, exposing the young man’s junk. “Mmmmm!”, Mark protested, for all the good it did. “Nice ass. I guess I could take my clean up fee out of that.” The man said and gave Mark a firm slap on his bare buttocks. The man continued to treat Mark as if he was sizing up a side of beef, poking and stroking and grabbing at Mark’s private parts. Mark didn't’ like it one bit. He was also having a hard time keeping upright with all the struggling and poking that was going on. Eventually the man seemed to tire of the game and stood back, allowing Mark’s unmentionables to dangle in the wind. Mark made a half assed attempt at hopping away but he didn’t get two feet before the man grabbed him. Mark’s shorts were pulled back up to his relief. He was then pushed to the ground. “Ok here’s the deal. I’m going to leave and come back in ten minutes. If you get loose, you had better not ever come back to these woods again. IF you’re not free when I come back. I have soem fun with that bubble ass of yours and teach you lesson about respecting our mother Earth”The man then left Mark alone in the woods, bound and gagged. Seeing this as his only chance, Mark began to work on the ropes that bound him. As he struggled, Mark swore he would never litter again. Fin Mark played by Chad Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:05/15/2012
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Hotel Hood Handled by JMZ
30 photos; 4:25 video
He saw him from afar, but that’s all it took. He watched him study each booth carefully. He was intrigued by the way he carried himself. He was handsome and he wore those jeans well. He noticed how every other guy in the room took a second look at him as he walked by. He was perfect. Jake stalked the sexy stranger the entire day, and decided he had to have him. He walked a block behind him and was delighted to see he was staying at the local hotel; he was an out of towner. He wasn’t going to hurt him just explore him from head to toe, till he got what he wanted. Robert noticed Jake following him and became instantly alarmed. He was used to the glances and smiles from others, but this guy seemed creepy. Robert made it to his hotel room and rushed to his suit case. He pulled out an object and waited. He heard the lock on his hotel room being picked and hid in the closet. He waited for him to pass then made his move. Jake was startled by the hand tightly pressed against his mouth, and the cold hard steel being pressed against him. This is not what was supposed to happen. He was a bit aroused that the sexy stranger had gotten the jump on him. “What do you think you’re doing”, Robert asked. “I’m sorry man I don’t know what I was thinking, I just wanted to introduce myself”, Jake replied. “Well my friend let me introduce myself, I’m Robert and your fucked”, Robert said. Robert tightly bound Jake’s wrists behind his back. Jake wondered what he was doing with rope and duct tape with him, and became alarmed. He began to yell as Robert slapped a piece on tape over his lips. The adhesive engulfed his nose and he began to cough. Jake struggled and the rope was tightly coiled around his hard thighs and butt. His legs were tightly bound together with expert precision. He struggled to no avail. Robert marveled at his handiwork. He watched as Jake struggled hard and tried desperately to plea with him through the tape. He watched and wondered what to do next. He was tired from his long day and decided to think about it later. He pulled off his shoes and laid his tired feet on top of his bound and gagged would be captor. Jake gagged at the smell at the smell of Roberts sweat soaked socks. He pulled and tugged at the ropes hoping for some relief from the ropes. He fruitlessly tried to break free. Robert flipped on the television and watched the local news. Jake grunted and yelped as loud as possible, but it was no use. Robert flipped channels a while longer and watched television disgusted by all the violence in the world. He wondered what had to change for life to be peaceful again. As Jake tried to push Roberts feet from his back and grunted in frustration Robert wondered to himself what he would have to dinner. He also thought to himself, what had the world come to that all these crazy people were running around the world. He dozed off as Jake whined and exhaustingly gave up his fruitless struggle.The End Jake played by Connor
Robert played by Cliff
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:05/29/2010 -
Kent
20 photos
Model: Kent Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/02/2007 -
Grope
22 photos; 3:07 video
Model: Chad
Model: PAtrick Aka Tynan Fox
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/24/2010
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Were You Trying to Escape? by TBBM
25 photos; 8:44 video
Troy was a slick player, the slickest there was out there. There wasn't anyone he couldn't outwit, any trick he couldn't pull off and no con was too big or small for him to try his hand at. Even those who looked like they would know better were often taken in by Troy's charms and sleight of hand. Sometimes Troy would feel a little bad about the rich snobs that made up his marks but then he'd remember that not a single one of them amassed their fortune through honest means so stealing from them was poetic justice in its own way, even Troy himself was slowly becoming the very thing he had despised himself. Another thing Troy didn't realize was that poetic justice worked both ways and one night after fleecing a retired couple most of their life insurance, Troy found himself at a bar enjoying some of his ill gotten gains. A man had approached him at the bar and Troy had let his guard. Without realizing it himself, the same tricks Troy had used on so many people before were now being used on him but that was the least of Troy's problems when he failed to realize that his new best friend had slipped something into his drink and Troy began to lose consciousness. When Troy woke up an hour later, he was no longer at the bar. He was somewhere else unknown to him, tied and gagged with socks sitting on a chair. He called out for help but no one answered. He looked around the room and knew that he had to try and escape as he had no intention of waiting to find out what was in store for him. Still not feeling entirely himself, Troy took a fall to the ground as he feebly tried to free himself but to no avail. Eventually the man that had been with Troy in the bar and the one responsible for the latter's current predicament had returned, amused with Troy writhing on the floor and asking if he was trying to escape. Troy demanded answers and his captor was only too happy to oblige on giving them. It seemed that the last couple that Troy had conned a lot of money from were his parents and he was not pleased that his parents were disrespected in such a manner. Troy realised then that the people he conned had some mafia links and that his captor was told to make an example out of Troy. Troy gulped as his captor pulled his trousers down and asked if he was attached to his expensive suit. No amount of sweet talking or begging was going to get Troy out of this mess. He could dread what was going to happen to him next.
Bound Guy played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff Date of production: 10/12/2019 -
David Chair Tied
20 photos; 7:05 video
Model: David
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/16/2019 -
Layers
20 photos; 6:20 video
Gagged bear played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Date of production: 09/16/2019
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Hot Shot Bound
26 photos; 5:11 video
Hot Shot Pilot crashed deep in enemy terratory.
Hot Shot Piliot playe dby Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/14/2011 -
Worked Over by Caitiff
26 photos; 4:42 video
There he was again. Steve. Everyday Steve came to the office gym. And everyday I had to hear him brag: about how much he could lift and how many sales he had made and how he was going to win the company olympics and get that trip to Maui this year. To make matters worse he always did win the company olympics. Well, not this year he wasn’t. It was late when Steve finished up at the gym. There was only me and him left in the building. “Working out late?, Steve asked, a sneer on his face. “Yeah. Gotta keep in shape you know.”, I replied. Actually I had just gotten back from the lock smith after stealing Steve;s house keys, copying them and then putting the originals back in his gym bag. “Oh well good luck at the olympics tomorrow. “ and Steve laughed as he left, knowing I didn't’ have a chance against him. Jerk. Steve went home where, from what I knew of his schedule, he would continue working out a little while more before going to bed. Silently I snuck into Steve’s apartment, clad ina mask to hide my identity. Sure enough I could hear him grunting in another room. Oblivious as I crouched low, Steve could put up only a token resistance as I XXXX his handsome face in the chemical soaked cloth I had brought for just this occasion. Steve went down and I went to work. First I removed Steve’s shirt. Steve was an arrogant asshole but he was also a really hot arrogant asshole. For an older guy he was still in nice shape and I took some pleasure in fondling his beefy chest, knowing how much he would have hated being groped by another man if he had been conscious. I also took off his shoes, admiring his beautiful feet. I briefly considered stripping my hunky hostage compeletly naked but when Steve began to groan weakly I realised I only had so much time. Quickly I tied Steve’s feet together with coils of rope. I finished his legs with more rope at the knees. Those classes in japanese rope bondage were finally going to pay off! Next I bound Steve’s broad chest with more black rope, nice and snug.Finally I tied his hands to his side. I suppose I could have tied them together behind his back but I really wanted to be able to flip him over from the front and back in case I needed too. It would be hours before I would need ot be at the park top compete and I had wanted to take Steve down a notch or seven for some time now. Steve began to make low moans as the XXXX wore off. To keep him quiet I gagged him tightly with a bandanna stuffed into his smart mouth. While Steve slowly regained consciousness, I ransacked the apartment so it would look like a robbery. With the mask I wore, Steve would never know it was me. All he would know was some crazy and clearly perverted burglar had broken in, tied him and then had his way with him. I would then leave Steve bound and gagged as I left for the company olympics. As Steve slowly woke up, I could only hope that my partner would be as successful as me. To Be Continued?
Steve played by Hank The Envious CoWorker played by Slade
Photography by Slade Date of Production:02/24/2012 -
The Undiplomatic Pouch by Soft touch
24 photos
Ilya Nastova started off this day very proud and very happy. All of the men in Ilya’s family going back for five generations had been Border Guards, and today Ilya was a Border Guard, too. And so he was very excited when the man opened up his suitcase and revealed that it was full of ropes. This was definitely suspicious so he escorted the man politely into the private search area to learn more about him.
Unfortunately Ilya was so excited that he never noticed a second man following him and the other man into the enclosure. Ilya’s first clue that he had made a major mistake was when he heard a quiet footstep behind him and then felt something like a bee sting close to his back pocket. And then even before Ilya had a chance to cry out in surprise, a strong arm wrapped around his chest and a big hand clamped itself over his mouth. And then Ilya heard a very frightening whisper in his ear.
“Do not try to resist us, young man. I have just given you a very fast acting hypnotic XXXX. Your body will no longer obey your commands. It will only obey my commands.”
It was true. Already Ilya could feel like hot flashes coursing through his body and his head was feeling so light like that one time he had tried a little vodka with his friends.
“Walk with us now,” the strange voice commanded and Ilya’s legs started moving as he walked calmly with the two men out of the enclosure and then through the terminal. Part of Ilya’s brain wanted to shout or to do something to attract attention to the two men, but he found it impossible to even open his mouth without being commanded to do so. And then a very short time Ilya’s cloudy mind recognized that they were now in another security enclosure somewhere inside the diplomatic area.
Then Ilya saw one of the men open his suitcase and take out some ropes while the other man whispered into Ilya’s ear. “We are now going to tie you up. You will find the whole experience quite pleasurable.”
And that was true, too. As the two men moved close to his body and began to wrap their ropes around him, Ilya felt his cheeks beginning to blush and his body started to tremble just like the first night when he held Marina’s hand. And the tighter they wrapped those strong ropes around him, the more excited and warm Ilya felt.
And then Ilya gasped and almost fainted because the bigger of the two men was running his big hands over Ilya’s pockets and touching him here and there until he finally drew the big handkerchief that Ilya carried for luck out of Ilya’s pocket and then breathed into Ilya’s ear “This will do nicely.” Then the man ran the handkerchief through his fingers and pressed the soft band of cloth gently against Ilya’s lips and Ilya couldn't help himself. He parted his lips and let the man slip that band of cloth into his mouth because Ilya needed to feel the softness of that cloth against his lips and his tongue.
The strange XXXX that they had given him was beginning to wear off a little now so that Ilya could hear a voice inside his brain screaming at him “You can't let them do this to you! You have to fight back!”
But Ilya still found it impossible to resist as the two men moved his bound body into a corner. “That’s right, young man,” the big man told him. “You are doing very well. Now I want you to get down on your knees. Yes, that’s good. Now I want you to stay right here while we make your travel arrangements.”
“Travel arrangements…? What kind of travel? Where are they taking me?” Ilya’s brain screamed as his mouth sucked hard on his soggy gag. And then like the sun coming out from behind the clouds, the hazy lazy feeling of the XXXX lifted off of Ilya’s body and for the first time he realized the dangerous predicament he had been placed in.
He had to get out of here! So Ilya began to twist his hands against the tight ropes and wiggled and strained his body at the ropes that were hugging him all over. Soon he lost his balance and fell over onto the hard floor, but that wasn't enough to stop him.
Ilya didn't know how much time he had, but he guessed that he didn't have long. So he strained and struggled to somehow get his fingers on the tight rope knots and he also began pushing his tongue hard against the tightly tied band of cloth that was dividing his mouth in the hope that he might be able to call for help.
And then he finally managed to touch the knots with his fingers and he could feel the tight cloth starting to loosen in his mouth. If only—
“Well young man, I am pleased to see that you are so athletic,” the big man laughed at him.
Ilya’s hopes crashed as he saw the two men towering over him again.
“Everything has been arranged for you. You will of course be traveling under the protection of our diplomatic pouch so that no one can interfere with you. And once we board our transportation I will be giving you a little something so that you can XXXX all the way. Won't that be nice?”
Ilya moaned into his gag.
“Oh don't look so sad, my young friend. We have found you a very nice place up in the mountains where no one will ever find you. There will be goats for you to herd in the summer and wood for you to cut in the winter. It will be very pleasant. And don't worry, after a little selective surgery, you will still be smarter than the goats.”
Ilya moaned again and there were tears in his eyes. He didn't even like goats.THE ENDIlya Nastova played by Patrick
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 06/06/2006
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Humbled by Caitiff
36 photos; 6:17 video
Humbled by Caitiff Tonight my boss, Mr. McBride, was going to get his. I had become so tired of his bull shit: making me work late, messing up my schedule, blaming me when things went wrong. I didn’t know what to do at first. I needed this job. But I my boss made one mistake. Keeping me in late to file meant I eventually noticed that he was extorting the company. I guess I could have turned him in but I wanted some pay back. One friday night I broke into McBride’s house. He lived alone. I found him snoring on the bed. Rope in hand I pounced on his, “What the..Mmmmm!”, McBride was so surprised he didn’t have a chance. I used the rope to tie his hands tightly behind his back. “You! What the hell are you doing? When I get free you are so fired!”, Mcbride yelled at me. I just smiled and pulled out a ball gag. I was tired o his mouth. He could suck on that rubber ball for a while. If he was good, maybe I would let him suck on something else later on. I got out more rope as McBride tossed and turned. I soon had his feet and knees bound up as well. He glared at me, making small angry moans behind his gag. I watched my hostage struggle for a while. He bucked and tossed and struggled but never even came close to getting free. I admit I was enjoying the show. The man was far too arrogant.. He had needed to be humbled for a long time now. I was thrilled it was me that got to do it. I pulled out the files I had been gathering. It didn’t take long for McBride to understand that he was fucked in more ways then one. “Ok this is the deal. I have copies. Even if you go back later it’s too later to cover this up. So I can leave you here and let you call the police when you get free. But they will get a little package from me when they do. Or you can make me happy and do whatever I want. Which do you choose.” The look McBride’s face told me what I wanted to know. This guy wouldn’t last two seconds in jail. He felt he had a better chance with me.Dumb on his part but it was the decision I wanted him to make. I didn’t just want revenge. I wanted d him. McBride had always had a really nice ass and now I had it all to myself, to do with as I pleased. But first.. I pulled down his shorts to expose a raging hard on. Though McBride glared at me furiously, his dick was saying something different. I was beginning to think he liked being tied up, gagged and humiliated. I would use that. I pulled down his shorts some more to get al look at that ass I had been dreaming about. Sure enough it was nice and round and just aching to be abused. I gave it a good slap, enjoying the sound it made as well as the reaction I got from McBride. I was loving this, playing with my new toy. A few stroke here got his red face and frustrated. A slap there made him cry out and beg. I was totally enjoying finding out what buttons did what. Eventually I untied his hands but only to re tie them to the bed post. I had chosen a friday for a reason. I had peaked at Mr. Bride’s rolodex. He had had nothing planned. So no one would disturb us. Just to show my generosity, I replaced the uncomfortable ball gag with some tape that I slapped over his mouth, taking delight in smoothing out the creases. Eventually I blind folded him the same way and let him get some XXXX. He would need all the rest he could get. The End
McBride played by Cliff
|Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:08/14/2010 -
Lapse in Security
20 photos; 5:44 video
Bound Guard played by Rex
Intruder played by Alan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of production: 08/31/2019 -
Let's Have Some Fun
35 photos; 7:13 video
Bound Guy played by Alan
Bad Guy played by Nick007
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 08/31/2019
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Have Him By The Balls
20 photos; 4:40 video
Model : Steve Thompson
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 07/03/2019 -
Inappropriate Behavior
24 photos; 3:20 video
The Boss played by Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/20/2013 -
Tied Tight by JMZ
25 photos; 3:05 video
I sat in my truck, using binoculars to get a good view through the bay window into the house across the street. I could see my customer pacing, from one end of the living room to the other. He’d be doing this ever since I had pulled up 15 minutes ago. Even from here I could tell that he was as nervous as hell – he had probably worn a path into the rather fine Persian carpet. That would be a pity; it was very nice, and quite valuable but, unfortunately, not easily portable. However, on my tour of the house when we were setting up this deal, I had noticed all kinds of nice pieces that could be easily packed up and removed. It was a good thing that the client knew the value of what he owned, and had insured accordingly. Otherwise the deal wouldn’t be worth the bother. I decided it was time to put an end to his misery and to get things rolling.
I barely had time to remove my finger from the doorbell when the door was pulled open.
“Come in, come in, before someone see you.”
The poor guy was really agitated. I could see the sweat beading on his brow, and his eyes were darting wildly, trying to see if anyone on the street had noticed Inwardly, I sighed. I had explained the whole thing to him a couple of times, in detail, but he was too nervous to remember the details.
“Mr. Rickman, we’ve already discussed this. People are supposed to remember the truck – it is going to make the story a lot more convincing to the insurance company if there are eyewitnesses to the fact that I was here. Plus the fact that you’ll be found and gagged in your own home will add veracity to the story. I saw at least two people watching me as I brought the dolly with the cartons to the front door. All that you will have to tell the police is that you answered the door, were immediately overpowered and bound and gagged.”
This was a scam that I had pulled a number of times. People had money problems. They also had valuable possessions, which were insured to the hilt. If they sold these things they would receive only a fraction of the value. However, if jewels and objets d’art were stolen – the insurance companies coughed up the cash. I hired myself to rob these people and kept their goods for a while. Once they had been paid, I returned their goodies to them for a cut of the insurance payment. My business had been flourishing over the last few months – so many rich people were finding themselves a lot poorer. Like this poor guy – he was desperate to keep the family business afloat.
“I’m…I’m not sure that I want to go through with this. It’s illegal and I’m not a bad person and..
“Mr. Rickman, it is a bit too late to be having cold feet. We have a contract – a very generous and fair contract, I must say. Please – hold still.
“Hey, is it supposed to be this tight? I can’t move my arms at all! Why you are doing this now?”
“Mr. Rickman, I am a professional. Please believe me when I say that I know what I am doing. The police will find your story much more believable if you have been tied up snugly. Why don’t you take a sit here on this bench while I get to work? I don’t want to have to hurry – it would be a shame if some of these lovely things got damaged while I was packing them up.”
I placed him rather firmly on the handy bench and turned away as quickly as I could. I didn’t want him to see the bulge in my deliveryman coveralls. What I hadn’t told Mr. Rickman was that I didn’t usually bind and gag my victims. If fact I usually did the deed while they were consoling themselves for their losses vacationing at their second or third homes. However, most of my other clients hadn’t been so cute and appealing as Mr. Rickman. I was definitely feeling hot and bothered. I had to remind myself that I was a professional as I started carefully wrapping up the Rickman treasures. I tried to keep my mind on the job at hand, rather on the way I had felt as I wrapped the rope tightly around the Mr. Rickman’s upper…
“Please be careful with that. It belonged to my great-great-great-great-grandmother and..”
I nearly jumped out of my skin and barely caught the exquisite Belcher cream pitcher before it hit the floor.
“Mr. Rickman, I am fully aware of the value of this piece. There only a dozen other like it known to exist, and all of the others are in museums. I must insist that you return to the bench where I left you.”
“I can’t move! I’m choking!”
“Mr. Rickman, please calm yourself. You will be perfectly fine if you don’t struggle too violently. Even if you do thrash about, you won’t actually XXXX yourself. You will just feel an unpleasant constriction around your throat. You must let me continue with job on hand. Here, let me make you more comfortable. Why, you can take a little XXXX if you like. “
I was the one sweating now. Adding more rope the young executive and then maneuvring him into place had made me as a horny as a goat. Silently I was chanting to myself “professionalism, professionalism”. It wasn’t doing much good, I must admit. Right now all I wanted to do was to carry Mr. Rickman off and do wonderful things to him. I gritted my teeth and continued packing.
“GGGLLLAGGGHHHH!”
Oh crap, the silly fool was choking himself. I had told him not to struggle to hard. I jumped to my feet and raced over to him. Whew, I was in time.
“Water” he croaked.
I dashed up the stairs, knowing that there was bathroom at the top of the landing. I got a glass of water and a wash cloth.
“What are you…MMMMPHHHHH!”
Mr. Rickman’s eyes bulged as I stuffed the wet washcloth into his mouth, and then tied it firmly in place with a bandana.
“ I am sorry, Mr. Rickman, I can’t have any more interruptions. You must lie here while I finish the job. I think I might have to reconsider the terms of the contract. I happen to have another quite large carton in my truck. One just big enough for you to fit into. I think that I’ll take YOU as my payment for the job.”
I felt much more relaxed as I finished packing up the valuables, Mr. Rickman’s gagged groans music to my ears. Professionalism be damned.
Mr. Rickman played by Douglas
Photography by OgreDate of Production: 10/12/2008
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Making the Rounds by Fidelis
27 photos
It was a dark and stormy night. Chris shivered as the wind whistled through the chinks in the partially renovated house. Where the heck was his replacement? He was already 10 minutes late, and Chris didn’t want to be in this creepy house one minute longer than necessary. The house was moaning and groaning as if it were alive. The cheapskate security firm he worked for hadn’t even got around to giving him a proper uniform, let along issuing him a XXXX or even a handy little can of pepper spray. Chris winced as he heard a particularly loud bang downstairs.
"Phil, is that you? Hey, stop being more of a jerk than usual. Answer me!"
Damn, the idiot probably hadn’t turned on his hearing aid. Chris reluctantly started to go descend the stairs. He really, really hated this job. The house was being guarded because the owners had stored their collection of valuable antiques in a couple of the rooms downstairs. Chris wished that they had taken all of their old junk with them to the place they were renting. Chris jumped as he heard the banging noise again.
"Phil, are you there. If you haven’t got your hearing…AAAGGH!"
"Don’t make a sound, pip-squeak. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir, anything you say , sir. I’ll be good. ."
Minutes later Chris found himself sitting in a chair, his hands taped behind him. More of the sticky tape surrounded his chest, holding his arms to his side. His mouth was sealed shut with yet more of the tape.
"Now, are you going to sit here nice and quietly while I strip this place bare?"
Chris nodded his head vigorously. He sure wasn’t going to disagree, not with that huge nasty XXXX pressed right his head. He would sit here, nice and safe and sound, while the big bad man took away all of that old stuff. Now the owners could go to WalMart and buy some spiffy new furniture.
"Chris, sorry I’m late. It’s dark and stormy outside, you know. Hey, Chris, where are you?"
Uh oh, Chris thought as he heard Phil calling out for him. He had completely forgotten about Phil. Phil was such a moron; he would probably do something incredibly stupid.
"Hey, Chris, what happened to you? Why do you all of that tape covering you? Are you playing some kind of game?"
Oh jeez, Chris thought. This is even worse than I expected. How can he be so frigging stupid?
"You know that you’re supposedly to be fooling around on the job. I’m going to tell the supervisor about this. You’ll be lucky not to be fired." "GGGGMMMPHHH! GGMLOOKMMBEHINDMYOU!"
"It’s your own fault. Don’t bother trying to argue with me. As soon as I sign out tomorrow morning, I’m going to call Mr. Morrison and tell him all about this. I’m going to keep some of the tape as evidence, too.
"MMMLOOOOKMBEHINDMUUMMFUCKINGMMMMORON!"
"Did you just call me a moron? I’m going to tell…GGGLLUGGGH."
"Gee, you guys have to tell me what other places your outfit is guarding. If all of the other guards are as stupid as you two, I’ll be able to make a real killing. Where in the name of God do they find you?
Chris glowered at the bad guy as he picked up the conscious Phil, and started taping him up. Sure, Phil WAS stupid, but there was nothing wrong with Chris’s brain. He had graduated from high school! He was even thinking of taking a security guard course at the local community college. It had some other name, but he knew that was what it was all about – how to be a good security guard. He would get a certificate, or something.
"You two had better not give me any more trouble. I want you both to sit here as quiet as little mice. Is that understood?"
"MMMYETHYETHMMNOMTROUBBLE." The two taped-up security guards enthusiastically nodded their heads.
"Good, I’m glad that you two bozos have a little bit of sense. Time to get back to work."
Chris and Phil sat petrified, not daring to move, for what seemed like hours. They heard a lot of grunting and banging as the burglar carted out the precious antiques. Long after the noise had ceased, they still sat there, motionless.
"GGGCHRISMMIMGOTTAMPEE."
"MMMEEMMTOOM!"
"GOOTHINKMESMGONE? MIGOTTAPEEGGLREALBAD."
Chris, not relishing the thought of sitting next to Phil as he peed all over the place, and suffering from an uncomfortably full bladder himself, struggled to his feet. He stood there, waiting for Phil to join him. Phil just sat there , staring up at Chris.
"MMSHTANDUPMUDOPE! GGHOWMUNTIENEACHMMOTHERIFUMSITTING THERELIKEMADUMMY?"
Phil scowled at Chris, but realizing that he was right, he too managed to get to his feet. Chris was a big bully and Phil was going to make sure that he reported him to their supervisor as soon as they got untaped. That would teach him a lesson.
"MMOUUCHH!"
"GGMMSHUTMUPANDMPULL!"
Muttering and swearing at each other, the two guards gingerly picked away at the tape that was holding them captive. Phil, with his bladder about to rupture, worked away feverishly. He could feel the sweat running down his legs – a sure prelude to an unfortunate accident. He didn't want that to happen again!
With a triumphal grunt, Rod pulled at the last of the tape holding his hands behind his back. Gee, but that felt good. He flexed his arms to get the blood flowing.
"MMUNTIEMMEMNOWWWWWWWW!"
Chris looked at the agonized expression on Phil’s face and got to work quickly. He had seen that expression before and knew what it meant. He speedily undid the tape binding Phil, hoping that his colleague would be able to control himself until he was free.
Chris ripped off his own gag.
"GO! Don’t make a mess!"
Phil wasted no time in scampering off, though even in his extremity he was plotting Chris’s downfall. He didn’t have to worry, since both Chris and Phil were fired, and their employer was XXXX into bankruptcy by the ensuing lawsuit.The EndChris played by Rod
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Rico Gets Ragged by Kurt
22 photos; 4:17 video
"Yo, Rico, what's shakin', dawg?"
Rico looked up from his pullout bed to see his two gangmates Luis and Karim standing in his cluttered living room. He was startled and had no idea how they'd gotten into his apartment. The one thing that was immediately clear was the shiny silver pistol Luis was clutching and pointing down at him.
"What up, boyz? What's the 411?" Rico inquired innocently.
"Word is you been doin' Rosie behind my back", snarled Luis. "Dat ain't cool, bro!"
Rico's throat tightened as he heard the accusation. Of course, it wasn't true, but Rico could never admit that he was in fact more turned on by Luis than his skank ho Rosie. That would break the macho code of the hood and there was no telling how Luis would react. Luis was famous in the hood for his jealous nature and hair-tigger temper.
"Naw, man, I'd never do you like that," Rico stuttered unconvincingly.
"Yeah, right", Luis replied. "Just shut up and roll over, Romeo! Karim, get that rope and tie this fucker up good and tight!"
With a pistol pointed down at his exposed package, Rico had no choice but to comply. He rolled over onto his belly and within seconds, his wrists were tightly bound, and Karim continued wrapping rope around his chest and arms. Karim rolled him roughly onto his back, then shimmied down and tied his ankles together.
"Oww! C'mon, man, not so tight!" Rico whined as his feet were tied so tightly that his ankles rubbed against each other.
"Shut the fuck up, asshole!" Luis growled. He handed Karim a thick, white cloth. "Gag the fucker!" he ordered Karim.
Karim pulled the cloth tightly through Rico's mouth and knotted it securely behind his head. Rico felt Karim was enjoying binding and gagging him, and for some strange reason, he felt an all-too familiar tingling in his crotch as his sensitive cock and balls began to swell up against his will. "Hey, Luis, look," Karim said, pointing down at Rico's hard cock and swollen balls. "Dude popped a woody when I gagged him!"
Luis eyes widened. "Oh, shit! No way! My boy's a punk? I can't fucking believe it! This changes things.
Luis and Karim stepped away from the couch and whispered to each other. Rico rolled around, struggling against the tight ropes and grunting into his gag. The two studs returned, and Karim sat on the edge of the pull-out.
"Go ahead, do it!" Luis said to Karim.
Rico was shocked as Karim reached forward and grasped his hot shaft. Karim stroked it gently, the rough edges of his hand creating friction along the captive's pulsating joint.
"Mmmmm......mmmmppphhh!" Rico moaned as Karim used his other hand to fondle his heavy ball sac. He writhed on the bed as his gang bud played
him like an expert.
"MMMMMMMMMMPPHHHH!!" Rico grunted loudly as Karim's sexy lips encircled his swollen cockhead and his tongue lapped around it hungrily. Meanwhile, Luis climbed onto the bed and knelt over his captive. He unbuckled his baggy jeans and yanked down his plaid boxers, exposing his hard, 10-inch rod.
He reached behind Rico's head and untied the gag. Rico took in a quick gasp of breath as the gag was removed, but before he could speak, Luis's guided missile made contact with his lips. Rico instinctively opened his jaws as wide as possible, and slid his mouth over his buddy's thick shaft, while Karim continued his maniplulation of Rico's cock and balls.
Luis groaned in ecstasy as Rico clamped down on his johnson, soaking it
with his saliva.
"Fuck....oh fuck, yeah...suck it, bitch!" he moaned.
Several hours later, Karim and Luis were fastening their belts, looking down at their bound captive, whose gag had been tightly replaced.
"Don't say nothin', Rico", Luis ordered, as he tucked the pistol into his jeans pocket. "You know we'll come back and finish the job if you tell anyone what went down here tonight!!!"
Rico eyed the two handsome studs who had jerked him off, and smiled beneath his gag. He knew joining the gang would pay off eventually!The EndRico played by Andre
Photography by Caitiff
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Athletic Tape
23 photos; 6:07 video
Model: Dante
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/13/2019
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25 photos; 4:08 video
Model: Brian
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/23/2025
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25 photos; 5:53 video
Model: Adrien Fowler
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/01/2025
Tags: twink, chair tie, gagging, hand gag, cleave gag, tape gag, socks, bad guy, grope
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25 photos; 5:16 video
Model: Holden Cox
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/05/2025
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20 photos; 4:18 video
Meet Liam Starr
Model: Liam Starr
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/11/2025
Tags: hog tie, sneakers, twink, cleave gag
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Fancy Stockings
9 photos; 6:34 video
Model: Amaro
Photography by Marco Grieco
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Date of Production: 05/27/2024
Tags: strip, exposed, socks, muscle, ball gag
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19 photos; 3:44 video
Model: JD
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/15/2025
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26 photos; 4:24 video
Model: The Danny
Bad Guy: The Dalton
Photography by The Caitiff ;-)
Date of Production: 03/08/2025
Tags: nude, nudity, muscle, hog tie, ball gag, blind fold, bare foot, bad guy, grope, dominated
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23 photos; 4:24 video
Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/08/2025
Tags: tape gag, sneakers, hog tie, twink