Let Me Go by Kirk

31 photos; 3:53 video

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

Den of Thievs by Caitiff

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

Orange Jocked

31 photos; 2:33 video

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

Worn Out

20 photos; 3:25 video

He's Had a Long Day

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

Bubble Butt

26 photos; 5:31 video

Model: Troy

Date of Production: 08/10/2019

Whats In the Closet?

20 photos; 4:54 video

Underwear Model played by Steve Thompson
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 07/03/2019

Speedo

26 photos; 5:15 video

Model: Marcus Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 11/19/2005

Against the Clock by Caitiff

24 photos; 2:08 video

It would all soon be over, Detective Ted Daniels thought. Normal police procedure had been useless in nabbing Jimmy the Weasel. Just like his name sake, Jimmy always managed to squirm out of any charge brought against him because of lack of evidence. But Ted knew something else about Jimmy. To run his operation, Jimmy needed to keep some kind of records. And Ted knew that those records had to be in the house of Scotty McKrackin, Jimmy’s trusted friend. Of course going to get those records was hardly on the up and up. So he couldn’t tell anyone what he was doing.
A little jimmy on the lock and with XXXX drawn, Ted walked into the back door. It was dead quiet.
Maybe it was because Ted was so busy looking into the house for any sign of trouble or maybe Scotty McKrackin was just a really good sneak. But in either case Ted didn’t see McKrackin coming up from from behind. By the time Ted sensed a presence behind him, it was too late. A hard thud, a bright pain and everything went black.
..................................
  Ted awoke slowly and painfully, a low groan escaping his lips in Scotty McKrackin’s basement. This alerted his captor who was standing over Ted as he came too.
“What the ..MMPH!!”, was all Ted could say before Scotty McKrackin clamped his hand over Ted’s mouth.
“Got to keep you quiet”, Scotty said, one hand hand gagging ted while the other pulled a leather ball attached to a length of leather from his pocket. With one quick motion, Scotty shoved the ball gag cruelly into Ted’s mouth.
“Mmm-MMnnph!”, Ted moaned furiously through the gag. Desperately he tried to move but he found his hands and feet securely bound with rope.
  “I was told you might be dropping by.”, Scotty said as he tied a white cloth over Ted’s already gagged mouth to secure the ball gag even more, “So I whipped up a little surprise for you. Unfortunately it’s not quite ready” Scotty checked the ropes binding Ted and then walked upstairs.
If I’m going to get away, this is my chance, Ted thought. Ted was a strong man. He worked out every day and had the muscles to show for it. But bulging muscles didn't’ help much when you were bound and gagged. Ted twisted and strained ot get loose from the ropes binding him helpless. But try as he might, he didn't’ seem to be making much headway. Then Scotty came back downstairs.. with a BOMB!! I was going to save this for after I had left.”, Scotty said casually to his hostage. Tightly gagged, Ted could only glare at Scotty as he explained his plan. “You see, I already have a ticket a small nation with no extradition. And those records will be hidden again. But to cover my tracks I’m going ot use this little baby. And you’re going to go with it. You’ve made some friends of mine very angry. I think I should get a little extra bonus for taking care of you.” Scotty set the bomb on a chair nex to Ted and then activated it. It’s ticking echoed throughout the room.
“Mmmm!!”, Ted grunted angrily. But it was in vain. he was tied and helpless. With this stupid gag filing his mouth, he couldn’t even yell for help.
“Well, enjoy your last few moments of life. You have ten minutes.”, Scotty gloated before grabbing a suit case and walking out, leaving ted alone to spend the last moments of his life bound and gagged in the basement.
“ As he struggled, ted realised that ten minutes wasn't’ really that long of a time. And he seemed no closer to getting free of the ropes. What to do?
Fortunately Scotty hadn't’ tied Ted to the chair. He still had enough movement to hop up off the chair. After a few moments of making sure he had his balance, Ted hopped on bound feet to the chair where the bomb ticked away. Ted could see the wires and for a moment he considered trying to disarm it while he still tied up. But looking at the complexity of the wiring made ted reconsider his plan.
Looking at the clock, Ted realised he already wasted most of the time he had. His only chance was to get out of the house before it blew. Franticly he hopped as best he could towards the door. Getting up the stairs would be tricky. Doing door knobs with his hands bound behind his back could slow him down even more. Ted doubted his chances. But it was the only chance he had.
  Sweat was now streaming down Ted’s Face and neck. With his hands bound behind him, Ted couldn’t wipe the trickle of sweat from his eyes and he grunted and cursed into his gag in frustration. His entire body was becoming soaked. And this was what was going to save Ted. Almost without realising it, the sweat had acted as a lubricant between his hands and the rope. In his twisting, Ted managed to finally get his hands free!
Ted wasted no time that his good luck had given him. He undid his feet, ran up the stairs and out of the house just before it burst into flames.
Looking at the flaming wreck that had once housed the proof he so desperately thought, ted realised that Jimmy the Weasel had escaped again. He would never catch Scotty and the records were hidden again.
But Ted wasn’t going to quit. He’d bring down Jimmy another day.

Punk Ass Bitch by Caitiff

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"Hey Pig! You can't keep me!" Steve Yeager, the thuggish looking youth in the back of Officer Gold's patrol car.   "Shut up" was all Officer Gold said as he continued driving down some back roads into a quiet suburban neighborhood.   Steve, however, continued to cop an attitude. Seventeen and already he knew it all. He was a high school drop out with a record longer then his arm. But as long as his rich Daddy was willing to grease a few palms, talk to a few golfing buddies, this didn't mean much to Steve.   Until Officer Gold saw him, hanging out on a street corner. Steve didn't see Gold. Not at first, But when Steve snatched some fruit from the bag of an old lady carrying her groceries home. All Steve wanted was a little fun to kill time. He was going to give the pleading old bag her fruit back..eventually. But he never had a chance. Before Steve knew he was there, Officer Gold had pushed his face into the sidewalk and pinned Steve's arms behind him so he could be cuffed.   "Here you go, M'am." said Gold , handing her her stolen food.   "Oh thank you officer! It's such a shame that we have to put up with ruffians like this! They should teach these young men how to show some manners!""   "Yes. Don't worry. I'll take care of it."    That had been ten minutes ago. And during that ten minutes, Steve had been screaming at Gold to let him to, that his father would have his badge, that he was going to file police brutality, ect ect...   Officer Gold was unimpressed.   Finally they arrived. But it wasn't the police station. At least none that Steve had ever seen all the other times he had been arrested. Gold pulled Steve out by one arm and led him to the door of a small house.   "Hey! What the fuck! This isn't the police station! What' going on here!" Steve protested as he was led inside.    Gold's reply was quick and to the point. He tripped Steve, sending him crashing to the ground.    "What the Mmmmpphhh!" Gold's hand tightly clamped over Steve's mouth, cutting off the invectives. The hard, cold look in Officer Gold's eyes kept Steve quiet as much as the hand over his mouth did.   "In case you haven't noticed," Gold explained in a matter of fact way that belied the dangerous look in his eyes," You are cuffed and under my control. No one can hear you, no one knows you are here. I can do anything I want with you and no one will ever know. Do you understand?"   Steve gave a weak nod.    "Good. I'm glad we're on the same page here. But still, I think I'll keep you quiet for a while." Steve soon had a small rubber ball on a strap being XXXX into his mouth. it was then tightened into place. The foul taste of the ball filled his mouth and Steve thought he was going to be sick.   Gold then sat his prisoner on a chair and soon had out clothesline with which he immobilized Steve. Steve's arms were XXXX back and his shoulders and elbows were tied uncomfortably together. Then more rope went around his torso, knees and ankle's. Steve gave out a groan as he he vainly tested his bonds.    "Don't be a wussy" Gold said, smacking Steven on the side of the head. Gold then went and turned on TV and began watching.    What the hell was going on? thought Steve. And how was he going to get out? A million scenarios ran through his mind, none of them good. This cop was obviously psycho. For all Steve knew, he was about to be XXXXd and murdered by some serial killer cop! And Gold was right about no one knowing where he was. Steve could expect no help. But maybe, if Steve could get this guy to take the ball gag out his mouth, he could be convinced he was worth more alive then dead! His Dad was filthy rich. He had more money then he knew what to do with, as Steve well knew since he had forged a number of checks with his dad's name on them and the old man never seemed to notice. Steve could buy his way out this with his father's just like he had every other problem he had ever had.    "Mmmm mmmpphh mmm!" Steve grunted. He needed to explain to this guy that Steve could pay any ransom. But the gag made everything he said an unintelligable mumble.    "Don't talk with your mouth full" Gold said, his eyes never leaving the TV as it showed Buffy the Vampire Slayer.   "Maa Mmmmhhaa Mmmmnnneeee!" Steve said, trying to enunciate the words 'I have money' as well as he could through the gag. Gold turned to Steve.   "Excuse me?"    "Mmmaaa...Kaaa...Mpeeee...Ooooo....Mmmmphhnnneee!" Steve grunted out as best he could.    "You can pay me money?" Gold asked back, finally getting what Steve was trying to say. Steve vigorously shook his head yes.   Gold turned back to the TV. "You should know money isn't what I want you for."   A cold chill ran down Steve's spine. If this guy didn't want money then there had to be only one thing this guy wanted. Though his dad had always bailed him out, Steve had been in jail long enough to know what young tight ass like his was worth to the cons in jail. Could the cops be any different?    Steve seemed to get his answer when Gold called someone on the phone. Steve strained to hear what was being said.   "Right, I got him....Just like you wanted him......The training should take a little while, like we discussed, then he's all your's to with as you please....Don't worry about it, I can MAKE him cooperative. ... Ok, be here at three and you decide if you still want him or not. Good bye."    Shit! Steve wasn't going to just get XXXXd, he had been sold into some kind of white slavery ring! And now his buyer, probably some rich perverted dude as old as dirt, was going to take him home as his personal sex slave. And there wasn't a damn thing Steve could do about it!    At three, Steve was untied from the chair though he remained cuffed and gagged. Then his pants were stripped off, leaving him in his boxers.   Steve tried vainly to fight but Gold was much bigger then he was, knew how to restrain someone, and wasn't already cuffed and gagged like his prisoner was. Steve's feet were soon tied and he was let squirming on the floor as Gold went to answer the door.   All sorts of thoughts were racing through Steve's mind. Was this guy going to fuck him right on the floor? Was the cop going to join in too? What if he didn't wan to buy Steve, what would happen to him? Would they at least use lube?    Then the man at the door came into the room and like Steve expected, it was an old guy. What Steve didn't expect was that the old guy was Steve's DAD!?   "Mmmmpphhh!!" Mmmm-mmmm!" Steve exclaimed though his gag. Was he going to be ransomed after all?   "Hello son," Steve's father said with a sigh. And Steve suddenly noticed that his dad wasn't too quick to untie his bound son or that the cop didn't seem particularly mindful of having his hostage's father running around his house. Gold had gone back to watching TV. Enterprise was on. What was going on?    "I'm sorry but this is for your own good." Steve's father continued, "I can't let you go to prison but I can't keep cleaning up your messes anymore either. This officer says he can teach you some manners. Hopefully, you'll be free in time for your eighteenth birthday when your records get sealed. A clean slate...wouldn't that be nice?"    What the fuck! His own dad had had him XXXX? And he would be let go when he turned 18? That was six months from now! And being bound and gagged all that time, held prisoner by some. psycho cop?! Steve would have preferred to be sold as a sex slave.        "Mmmmmm! Mmmmm!" Steve moaned but his dad wasn't listening. Steve was soon alone with Officer Gold.       "I think we'll try a hog tie. That should settle you down enough for me to finish watching Roswell."     Six months later, it took almost the entire time, but Steve did eventually reform. He even got used to the taste of the ball gag in his mouth.       The End   Steve played by Philip   Photography by Caitiff  

Jock'd

32 photos; 4:23 video

Model: Aaron   Photography by Caitiff  

Caught With His Pants Down

25 photos; 4:53 video

Bound Guy Played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 08/18/2019

Stuck in the Closet

20 photos; 4:52 video

Victim played by Rex


Date of Production: 08/06/2019

Poor Little Rich Boi by Zac

25 photos; 5:33 video

 

Basic Training by Fidelis

29 photos; 3:18 video

  Ohhhhh. Sergeant Mike Brown tried to rub his aching head. What had happened? He had heard loud music, drunken shouting and smelled doobie. He had gone to investigate, and thenPOW!!! Something had slammed into his jaw, and everything had gone dark. What the fuck? Why were his hands tied together? And his feet? He was going to kick some ass. If those new recruits thought that they could get away with something like this, they had better think again. Once he got his hands on them, those sorry little bastards were going to wish that they were still at home with Mommy to tuck them in.
"You buggers, you come and untie me now!!! "
"Hey, Sarge, you got a problem?"
"You, youI should have known that you were behind this, Creighton. You're in BIG trouble now! I'm gonna rip your balls off!"
"Gee, I'm scared, Sarge. Can't you see me shaking? That's mighty big talk from someone who's all tied up. I'm tired of listening to you. You're spoiling our fun. Open up, Sarge."
"Don't you even think about..GGGGMMMMMMPPHHHH!"
"What's wrong, Sarge? Cat got your tongue? You're not so tough now, all tied up and gagged. Just you sit there like a good Sergeant. You don't want to be a party pooper, do you? The kids are finally having a good time."  

      Fucking punk! Mike pulled at the new ropes that Creighton had added to his bindings. The foul taste in his mouth seemed to be getting worse. Yuck. No matter what he did, he couldn't loosen the gag or the ropes. He howled through the gag. What the hell were those kids on? They were getting louder and louder, hooting and hollering. "Yeah, Creighton, go for it! Bring the bastard in!"
"Hey, Sarge, guess what? The boys want you to join the party. Isn't that nice of them? It seems that they're all kind of frisky and need some release. I mentioned that you were out here, ready and willing to give them what they want. What do you think about that?"
"MMMNNNOOOOO!" Sergeant Brown screamed into his gag as Creighton grabbed his feet and started to drag him towards the room full of horny young men. This couldn't be happening to him! OH SHIT!!!!!      

Waking Up by Kirk

18 photos; 3:03 video

  It was the last straw.  The anger had been building for years.  He snapped.  Twenty-six year old Eric was livid with rage.  He had taken abuse from his older brother Tommy since he was a kid.  Tommy would beat the shit out of him.  Tommy would jump him, tie him up, and leave him fir hours.  As they got older, Tom my would sabotage his dates with his girlfriends, steal and destroy his homework, even call his boss at work and accuse him of stealing parts from the job.  Eric moved out when he was sixteen.  But Tommy kept ragging him, an obsession to destroy his younger brother at any cost.
 
And Eric snapped.  He had prepared his supplies:  Rope and Duct tape.  He had no remorse, no second thoughts.  It would be murder.  Simple murder.  Yet, revenge.  Ultimate revenge.  Eric got to Tommy’s house knowing his Saturday morning routine:  his boy friend would be drunk and crashed out from the night, and good boy Tommy would do the house cleaning.  Eric crawled through the basement window with the broken lock and waited.
 
Eric remembered.  It had been the last straw.  He was sixteen and Tommy jumped him when he got home from school.  Eric had put up a good fight but his brother was stronger and soon had his wrists tied behind his back.  Eric struggled as his brother stripped him and bound him.  Gagged and blindfolded, Tommy dumped the naked bound boy in the back of his car and drove at 1 AM to the high school football filed where he dumped his kid brother at the 40 yard line.  Eric struggled for hours until he finally got free and walked home at 4 AM naked through the streets.  Completely humiliated but grateful nobody had seen him, he left that night.      Eric hit him.  Hit him hard.  Tommy, carrying the laundry basket down the stairs slumped to the floor.  Eric looked at his brother, hatred welling up in side of him.  He lifted his unconscious brother and put him in a chair.  Eric was breathing heavy.  His heart was exploding in his chest as he crossed Tommy’s wrists behind him and began to bind them.  It felt good, very good as he pulled with all his might at the rope tying his brother’s hands.  “You roped mine so fuckin tight I had rope burn for days,” he spoke to his brother, who was moaning and awaking.  Eric quickly neutralized his brother legs and feet, and roped his arms and legs to the chair.  He liked it, the feeling of control he finally had over Tommy, who just awoke and begin to get his bearings and test his ropes. 
 
“What the fuck are you doing?  Get me out of these ropes or I will beat the shit out of you your worthless pile of shit!”   Eric grabbed his brother by the throat with one hand and shoved his hand over his mouth with another.  “You are going to die today you mother fucker!”  Tommy began to buck his body at the ropes as Eric shoved a sock from the basked down his Tommy’s throat and tapped gagged him.  Tommy began to squirm in the chair and bang it around and cursed under his gag, but Eric had been planning to rope his brother for years and Tommy was going nowhere.
 
Tommy helplessly watched as Eric put the clothes in the washing machine.  He set the cycle for 30 minutes.  As the clothes began to wash, Eric spent the half hour getting revenge on his brother.  He beat and kicked the bound man as Tommy, defiant with rage; gag mumbled how he planned to kill Eric when he got free.  The buzzer sounded, and Eric moved the wet cloths to the gas dryer.
 
“You kill me.  You have it wrong, mother fucker!  I kill you - you son of a bitch!”  Tommy, now sweat covered from his struggles and abuse, watched as Eric unhooked the gas line from the back of the dryer.  Soon Tommy smelled the natural gas filling the room.
 
“It should take some time.  This is a big room.  I’ll be watching for the explosion!”
 
Eric left.  Tommy went ballistic.  He was terrified and fought his bindings, moving the chair all around the room.  The gas kept escaping from the cloth’s dryer.  Tommy was screaming, hoping his boy friend would hear, but the gag made it impossible.  He finally slumped and began to sob in the ropes, shaking in fear.
 
The gas hissing stopped. 
 
Eric shoved his head through the window.
 
“You are dead meat.  You will not know when or where.  You are dead meat.”
 
Eric left helpless Tommy slumped and defeated bound and gagged. 
   

Roy Toy

25 photos

Model: Roy Photographer: Caitiff

Rubbed the Wrong Way

30 photos; 5:48 video

Bound Guy played by Remy
Bad Guy played by David
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 08/06/2019

Hog Tied Muscle Daddy

27 photos; 5:16 video

Model: Troy
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 08/10/2019

Against the Pole

22 photos; 5:50 video

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

Escape Attempt

32 photos; 6:22 video

Model: Dante
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 07/17/2013

Duct Tape is Silver

29 photos; 7:37 video

Bound Guy played by Craig
Bad Guy played by JMZ Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 04/10/2010

Exchange Student by Kirk

30 photos

                Nicoli was helpless as his captors finished restraining him.  “Now we prepare the box.”  “The box????” Nicoli helplessly mumbled.  “Yes, Nicoli.  See we have a large wooden box.  I will tie you up into a little ball.  You’ll be XXXXed and put in the box, taken to the airport and by private jet returned home.  Your brothers should have been broken by torture when you arrive, and they will have the pleasure of watching you executed! They began to drill air holes in the box.  Another rag was placed around Nicoli’s eyes.  He heard scuffing sounds, and then all was quiet.
 
            Nicoli figured his captors had left.  He had to break free and save Tommy.  Ignoring his blindfold and gag, Nicoli bucked in the ropes.  He remembered how, when he was a kid, he endured the pain as he sawed his wrists free.  Loosing no time, he once again began twisting his wrists.  Slowly, so slowly, yet his fingers finally reached a knot.  Fumbling and sweating, he worked the knot and got his wrists free.  Freeing his legs he pulled the blindfold off his eyes.  The chair with Tommy was gone!  Where did they take him?  Finally unroped, Nicoli went to the kitchen to get a knife as a weapon where he found Tommy and his two captors sitting around the table drinking beers.  At once they began to laugh at Nicoli’s perplexed look.
 
            “Well you said you could break out of anything you were tied up in?  And you wished you had a chance to try. We just wanted to give you a challenge and a little good old USA initiation!”  Nicoli soon realized that it was a practical joke.  He noticed Tommy’s arms:  roped burned.  He looked at his own wrists and saw the same.  “Yeah, Nicoli, these buddies of mine are XXXXs for hire.  Makes cool fun at parties.”  Nicoli joined the laughter and the beer.  And before the night was over, he and Tommy had been roped, back-to-back, legs bent and tied, and were struggling to get out of a wooden box.     Nicoli played by Finest Young   Photography by Caitiff    

Snip and Tuck by John

42 photos; 2:19 video

   Jarred watched his playmate Chris struggle against the ropes with an evil grin on his face. Jarred and Chris had been getting together regularly for about a year now and tieing up each other for the fun of it. Jarred was amused at his handy work today though.
“Damn, I’ve outdone myself this time!” Jarred said, “Looks like reading all those boy scout books along with the Bound & Gagged magazines has finally paid off!”
“MMMMPPPPFFFUCKMOFF” Chris struggled to get the words
out of his mouth, but he could only grunt out so much with that big green ball gag stuffed down his throat. Jarred just sat in the corner and laughed.
  “Here, roll over, I need to try out my hog-tie skills on ya now.” Jarred said. And with that, Chris was on his stomach with his legs being pulled back towards his head
“MMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHFFFOUCH” screamed Chris.
Jarred was a bit of a sadistic fucker, and Chris knew this, as he almost covered his arms with rope, it seemed to Chris that Jarred was never gonna finish tieing the rope.
Jarred moved in closer to Chris and grabbed his face and said “Now don’t get scared but I really don’t like those underwear and that t-shirt you are wearing. So I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to get rid of them for you!” Chris nor Jarred had ever been naked in front of each other before. They had never gone past just being in their underwear. Just the thought of being naked in front of his friend made Chris start to get hard. Of course, Jarred saw this and grabbed his cock and said “WOW! Looks like someone is getting a little excited.”
  *SNIP* *SNIP* Chris was getting pissed at Jarred now because his mother had just bought him this new underwear, and now his friend was cutting them off.
“Oh, well lookie here!”
“MMMMMMMMMMMM” moaned Chris.
“Damn bro, you got quite a cock on you.” Chris was harder than he had ever been before. For some reason being tied up and now naked in front of his good friend Jarred for the first time, was really turning him on.    But of course, Jarred being the sadistic fucker that he was said “Well let’s get you back on your stomach so I’m not tempted to play with that cock of yours bro!” And with that, Chris was back on his stomach with his bare ass now up in the air. Chris was starting to worry though. He knew that he had liked guys, but was hoping that Jarred wasn’t going to take advantage of him now that he was naked. He wanted the first time with a guy to be a special one, not one where he was tied up and struggling to get out of his ropes. As Chris started to think more about this, he began struggling to get out of the ropes that were confining him and felt like their grip was getting tighter and tighter.       Chris finally managed to get back on his backside and of course, Jarred laughed once again as he held Chris’ cock in his hand. “Damn Mister, Your cock isn’t goin
soft yet!”    “MMMMRRRRRPPPFFFFWAIT” Chris yelled
“You are probably thinking up some sick perverted way that you want me to play with you while you are helpless.” Jarred said to Chris. This could be farther from the truth.
Chris, finally exhausted from struggling against his ropes and was eager to get of the bondage, looked at Jarred with the cutest puppy eyes he could muster up. “What? You think that is gonna get you out bro?” said Jarred. “You’re gonna have to get free like you always do man!”      “MMMMMMPPPPPPRRRRRFFFFFSHITHEAD!” moaned Chris as Jarred slapped some white duct tape over his mouth and eyes.
“Now you can?t give me that look anymore bro. I almost felt sorry for you there for a second. NOT!” said Jarred as he laughed at his friend.
“I’ll be back later to check and see if you are free yet. I’ve worked up quite an appetite laughing and sitting there watching you struggle. I’m gonna go grab a quick bite to eat.” As Jarred said walking out of the room and leaving poor Chris there defenseless and naked with his cock still hard.     Chris played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff
 

David Cuddle With Remy

25 photos; 5:12 video

Bound Guy played by David
Cuddler played by Remy
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 08/06/2019