A Brush With Fear by

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     This started out to be the best weekend I've had in a long time.  My name is Billy and I've been living in a dorm with a bunch of crazy animals for almost two years now.  So when I got this chance to house-sit this guy's house for the weekend, I jumped at the chance.  It wasn't a big house and it wasn't in the best neighborhood, but it sure was roomy and quiet, and quiet was just what I wanted.   What was that?   Just my nerves I guess.  This house was so quiet it was making me jumpy.    There it was again!  Now what the- "How did you get in here?"   The big man  poked me in the ribs .  The skinny one with the scar on his cheek cut a sash cord from the window blinds.  Then he pushed me back down on the couch.   "Have a seat kid and keep your mouth shut."   I was so scared I didn't know what to say while he wrapped that cord around my chest, yanked my arms back behind me, and then tied my wrists together really tight.  Then somehow I managed to find my voice.   "Who are you guys?  What do you want?"   The big one turned around so that he could keep an eye on the front door and he looked pretty scared.  "We need a place to hide for a couple of hours.  You just stay out of our way and you won't get hurt."   "But," I had to think of a lie, "I'm just watching this place for some friends of mine.  They'll be back any minute and one of them is a police officer."   "A cop?" That scared the big one.   "I told you to shut up kid!"  The skinny one's bony fingers closed around the back of my neck like some kind of iron claw and started to squeeze me.    "Ow!  That hurts!"   "Kids today don't listen, and they don't think you mean what you tell them."   His bony hand slipped around my cheek and then closed my jaws together really tight.  And then he kept squeezing them harder and harder until I held my head really still.  Then he bit off a couple of big strips off of this roll of tape he had and plastered them all over my lips and under my chin so that I couldn't move any part of my mouth.   "Watch him!" he told the big one.  "I'm gonna find some more rope."    The skinny one went out of the room.  The big one came over by me and kind of waved his shotXXXX in my direction.  "Better do what he tells you kid.  If those XXXX dealers we ripped off find us here, they won't care."   XXXX dealers, crazy men with ropes and tape, what had I got myself into?  And then the skinny one came back into the room carrying several pieces of rope he'd found somewhere.  He came right over to me and showed me the point of his knife real close to my eyes.    "Last warning, kid.  Any more silly shit from you and I'm gonna slice you a few times.  You got it?"   That knife he had was enough to scare anybody so I nodded my head and held real still while he wrapped and tied ropes around my ankles and my knees so that my legs were XXXX real close together.   "That's better, now you just lie down there on the couch and behave yourself."    I lie down and put my head on the pillow, and I tried not to look at them at all.  Maybe I was trying to pretend that they weren't there or maybe that this wasn't really happening to me.  But I could still hear them moving around from room to room, peaking out of the windows, and raiding the kitchen for food and drinks.   Sometimes I looked up to see what they were doing, but mostly I just closed my eyes and tried not to think about them at all.   And then the skinny one came back to me  again.   "You don't look very comfortable on that couch kid.  Come on, I have a much better place for you."    He pulled me to my feet and made me hop over to the coffee table.   "All right, down you go."   At first I couldn't believe it.  You don't put people on a coffee table!  But that knife was never very far away so I didn't give him any argument when he made me curl up on top of the table.    But that wasn't quite what he wanted so then he made me roll over and lie down on my belly.  I didn't like that very much.  That table was really hard.   And I liked it even less when he pulled both of my feet up behind me and then tied them to my wrists with another piece of rope.  Now all of my weight was down on my middle and me feet kept pulling against my wrists and making the tight rope wrapped around them feel tighter and tighter.   "There, that's much better.  Now you stay just like that.  Don't fall off the table because we will hear you, and then I will find an even more comfortable place to put you."      The two men left me alone like that and went into the other room.  I couldn't see them any more, but I could hear them talking in low voices if I listened hard.   And then I heard the skinny one say "It looks okay now.  Let's get out of here."   "What about the kid?" the big one wanted to know.    The skinny one laughed.  "He's a college boy.  He'll figure those knots out sooner or later."   And then I heard the door close and they were gone.   But I was still here, tied up like some turkey, in the middle of a coffee table for everyone to see.  I had to get loose somehow.  What would those people think if they came home and found their trusty house-sitter sitting on their coffee table like some tasty snack?   The first knot came loose and my fingers felt for the next one.  How many knots were there?  I sighed through my nose and rubbed my taped face against my shoulder.  It was going to be a very long night.   THE END   Billy Played by Mark Wolf   Photography by Caitiff  

   

Guest of the State by Kurt

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   "Hands up, fucker!"
Travis's blood froze as he stood up from the refrigerator he'd been raiding for an after-midnight snack and saw the orange jump-suit-clad figure emerge from the shadows of the dining room.   Before he could utter a word, a second figure, smaller than the first, came forward.
"Hey Jimmy, look, he's naked!" the second one said.
"Shut up, asshole...go grab some of that rope from inside."
Travis's mind was racing as he stood petrified, his hands in the air. Some of his friends had warned him about renting a place so close to the state pen, but it was a nice house and he had scoffed at their predictions of jailbreaks and escaped cons. He licked his lips and tried to speak..
  "What...what do you want?" he squeaked.
"Don't you worry yourself, pretty boy. Let's just say you'll be having some unexpected guests for the next day or so."
Travis gulped as the second con, who was around the same height and build as Travis, re-entered the kitchen. He was holding coils of white rope in one hand, and in the other, what looked like a bandanna and some other cloth.
"Tie his hands", snarled the one with the XXXX.
  "Sure thing, Jimmy," said the other, as he spun Travis around and crossed his wrists behind his back. Within 15 seconds, Travis's wrists were tightly bound. Despite his fear, there was something weirdly erotic about being handled and bound by the cute criminal. He watched as the other one laid the XXXX down on the kitchen table and began working with the cloths. Travis knew that he was about to be gagged, and he wondered how it would feel. The big con opened up the bandanna, and rolled a white handkerchief into a tube shape and laid it in the middle of the bandanna. He then rolled the bandanna around the handkerchief, making a double layer of cloth. He stepped behind Travis and XXXX the thick roll of cloth between his teeth, pulling the loose ends of the bandanna taut behind his neck. Travis grunted as the gag was double-knotted behind his head. A firm hand on his shoulder XXXX Travis down to the floor, where the shorter punk quickly bound his ankles.
  "Can we get some clothes now, Jimmy? I'm sick of these jumpsuits!"
"Yeah, go upstairs and see what you can find...look for his wallet, too. We need some cash."
"OK, buddy!" Travis heard the cuter con bound up the stairs toward his bedroom. He eyed his captor warily from his position on the floor.
"Now, don't give us any trouble and you'll come out of this OK, got it?"
Travis nodded...he felt humiliated lying on his own kitchen floor, nude, bound, gagged and helpless in front of this rough stranger. The second con returned in a few minutes....dressed in Travis's best pair of Levi's, his brand-new navy blue Timberlands, a white t-shirt, and Travis's favorite leather bomber jacket. Travis was surprised at the thought that crossed his mind...how hot the punk looked dressed in his clothes. The Levi's were snug, accentuating his firm butt and prominent package, and the t-shirt stretched tightly over his meaty pecs.    "He's got a lot more clothes for you, Jimmy. But I couldn't find the wallet."
"Nitwit! OK, show me where the bedroom is." Glancing down at his gagged and bound captive, he growled. "You stay put, got it?"
The two cons went upstairs. Travis realized this was his only chance to escape. He managed to draw his legs up and push himself along the wall to a standing position. He tested his bonds... they were tight as hell, but he could keep his balance, and he began to bunny-hop over to the kitchen drawer that held the cutlery. If he could get a knife, he might be able to...
"What the fuck?"    Travis saw stars as a meaty fist clipped him in the jaw. He fell back to the kitchen floor with a crash. Stunned, he felt two pairs of hands mauling him and dragging him up. He was tossed into a chair and felt more rope being whipped around his body. He groaned as his roped hands were crushed against his back while he was tied firmly to the chair.
"That wasn't very smart, punk," Jimmy growled as he knotted the ropes tying Travis's legs to the chair. Travis's eyes cleared and he saw Jimmy dressed in some more of his clothes. He was about the same height as Travis, but much broader and beefier, the result being the stolen Levis were skin-tight on him. Travis had read that when you're taken hostage, it's much smarter to try to get along with your captors and get them to like you. He looked up at Jimmy with his sexiest bedroom eyes, and moaned into the tight-fitting gag. As Jimmy reached down to tighten some knots, Travis brushed his head along the XXXX's beefy arm.
  "You are kind of cute tied up and gagged like that," observed his captor.
The second XXXX chimed in, "Yeah, he's fucking hot! Can I touch him, Jimmy?"
"Sure, go ahead," replied Jimmy.
Travis tensed up as the more handsome con began to feel his chest...he slowly massaged Travis's shoulders and biceps, tweaking his nipples.
Travis groaned as one hand fell down to his exposed package. The con slowly massaged Travis's shaft and fondled his balls playfully....Travis began to drift....
Travis jerked awake suddenly. As his head cleared, he realized he was still tightly bound and gagged in his kitchen. Images of the two cons who had attacked, bound, gagged and XXXX him flashed through his mind. He looked down at his lap and saw the paper laying over his dormant cock. "Thanks for the hospitality" it said. Travis smiled under his gag. It hadn't been THAT bad.......     Travis played byAndre
Photography by Caitiff  

Saw Too Much

21 photos; 4:53 video

The Nosy Intern played by Vladimir
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 11/21/2019

XXXX Strip

25 photos; 9:03 video

Bound Guy played by Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 11/06/2019

Average Joe

20 photos; 4:06 video

Average Joe played by Bill
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 0702/2019

The Gym Bunny by Jase1010

23 photos; 4:54 video

 

Don't Make Me by JMZ

20 photos; 3:21 video

 

         

Just Another Job by Caitiff

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   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”.  

  Donny played by Gurth
Photography by Caitiff
 

XXXXping !01 by Kurt

28 photos; 4:11 video

 

Baseball Bound

29 photos; 4:43 video

Baseball player played by Dante
Photography by Caitiff

Date of production:10/15/2019

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

 

Hotel Hood Handled by JMZ

30 photos; 4:25 video

 

Kent

20 photos

Model: Kent Photography by Caitiff

Grope

22 photos; 3:07 video

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



Date of Production: 03/24/2010

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

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

 

The Undiplomatic Pouch by Soft touch

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              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.     Ilya Nastova played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff  

Humbled by Caitiff

36 photos; 6:17 video

 

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