Down in The Basement

32 photos; 3:54 video

Bears by Slade

18 photos

Model: Craig
Model: Kurtis
Photographer: Slade   Date of Production: 01/27/2012

Thug On My Table pt 2 by Caitiff

17 photos; 2:27 video

 

Turn Around by Caitiff

20 photos; 6:04 video

 

   

Hog Tied Bear

26 photos; 5:19 video

Bear played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 12/16/2011

My Pesky Step Brother by Ivor Ciccone

26 photos

  My step brother Kurt was a real nightmare to live with.
Noisy, messy, always in my hair.
He dropped out of school early, preferring to get a job doing constuction work.
Last year, I was cramming for exams and if there ever was a time I needed him out of the house it was then.
When I learned that he would be off work, between contracts, at the same time that I needed some space to revise, I tried all kinds of things to get him out of the house, cinema tickets, you name it, all I got was...
"This is as much my fuckin' house as it is yours, why should I go out?"
Or, after asking him to turn his music down a little...
"Go to the library, bookworm, or get a fuckin' life!"
The final straw came when he intruded into my room while I was working. He was playing air guitar and managed to XXXX my computer off my desk, yanking it out of the wall and losing all of my unsaved work.
I went crazy, but this test was really important to me.
"I'm gonna finish this work if it's the last thing I do!", I growled at him.
I grabbed some rope I had lying around and XXXX his hands behind his back. I had his wrists bound tight in seconds.
A wave of calm and relief washed over me!
"If this is what it takes to get my work done, bro....".
I pushed the dude into the living room and down onto a chair.
"You better get me outta this NOW!"   "Not very likely .......rockstar! You just cost me two days fuckin' work. You're staying right here AND YOU'RE GONNA BE QUIET!!!!!"
And I took the bandana off my head, twirled it, tied a knot in it and, with the knot between his teeth, gagged him with it, tying it tightly at the back of his head.
"GGGGGGRRRRRRRMMMMMPPPPPFFFFF!"
I grabbed all the rope we had in the house and got to work immobalising the jerk my dad had blessed me with when he remarried.
Forcing his kicking legs together I tightly bound them just above the ankles and just above the knees. He didn't submit very easily and put up quite a fight, but at 5ft 7in he's much smaller than me and knew I could overpower him. Then I took a long length of rope which I used to fasten his upper arms to his torso.
When I was all finished I stood back and surveyed my handiwork.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ah, peace at last!"
I lit a cigarette and looked at Kurt, smiling.
"This is the quietest you've been in awhile, bro," I said, teasing him.
I walked towards him and stopped to look down into his eyes which seemed to be pleading with me.
"Those puppy dog eyes won't work with me, kid, I know you too well", I said and blew smoke in his face.
Kurt snarled at me.
"Ok, I've got some work to finish, shouldn't be more than, ooh, six or seven hours graft, I reckon."
But, as I walked out of the door towards the stairs, the dude rose to his bound feet, jumping after me, begging through the gag to be freed!"
Inevitably he lost his balance and hit the deck.
"Oh, we'll have to fix that immediately", I said looking down at him smiling.
And taking my last piece of rope I hogtied the dude!
"Now I'll get some, FUCKIN' work done!"
Kurt struggled like crazy, pulling at the ropes and screaming as loud as the gag permitted, but he was going nowhere and the screams were stifled!
 "You shoulda gone out, bro, like I said. Or you shoulda gotten yourself an education, then you wouldn't be so stupid!"
Laughing my head off, I walked out the room to the beautiful sound of Kurt's muffled madness, restrained anger.
I would've loved to have stayed there all day watching him, but I did have work to do.
Didn't stop me getting my rocks off a couple of times that day though!      

The House Boi

25 photos; 4:07 video

Lewis needed to make some extra money.


Model: Lewis Photography: Caitiff     Date of Production: 05/15/2002

Say Hello to Reggie

22 photos; 4:47 video

Model : Reggie Model: Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 03/25/2019

Stripped Down

21 photos; 5:50 video

Model: Alan
Photography by Caitiff   Date of production: 03/09/2019

Made An Example by Caitiff

27 photos; 6:09 video

 

Things You Don't Want to Hear While Tied Up

16 photos

So years ago a very talented Artist named Moc used to send us some of his work.

This is one of the series he gave us.

Thinsg you don't want to hear while tied up.
Enjoy

Caitiff

All Jocked Up

30 photos; 5:11 video

Model :Adam

Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 01/18/2019

Pissing off the Boss by Caitiff

27 photos; 3:53 video

 

An Offer You Can't Refuse by Nick007

28 photos; 3:26 video

 

Level by Level by Soft Touch

30 photos

               “What’s the matter Andy?” Vic laughed at him.  “You told me that you've been tied up lots of times.”
            Andy groaned a little into the roll of bandanna that was already starting to get soggy inside of his mouth and shrugged his shoulders a little in the hope of getting the tight ropes away from his hard nipples.
            “Me and my big mouth!” Andy cursed silently behind the gag.  Why did he tell Vic that he kind of liked being tied up?  He really didn't know Vic.  He had only met him tonight at the coffee shop.  But there was something about Vic’s persuasive charm and the loneliness that Andy had felt ever since he left home to start college that had made Andy eager to tell Vic all kinds of things that he didn't normally tell to strangers.
            If only Vic hadn't been so nice and so clever when he invited Andy back to his place?  And if only Andy hadn't been so brave when Vic challenged him a friendly way to prove that he could get loose from Vic’s ropes?  Actually Andy had felt kind of excited when Vic told him to take his shirt off and then held Andy close while he tied the young freshman’s wrists together behind his back.
            “How’s that?  Is that too tight?” Vic had asked him like a friendly big brother.
            Andy sighed heavily through his nose while he remembered how he had smiled up at Vic and told the older guy that he could make those ropes even tighter if he wanted.  Andy could take it.
            “All right, now I'm going to do your feet.”
            Andy closed his eyes and ran his tongue over the soggy cloth that was filling up his mouth as he remembered how supportive Vic had been while he helped Andy to sit down on the floor and then took off his shoes and socks before he began wrapping his rope kind of snugly around Andy’s bare ankles.
            “There, that should take care of your feet for awhile,” Vic had said.
            Andy smiled back at Vic and began testing his wrists and ankles against the snugly bound ropes.  Yea, he was pretty sure that he could get out of those without any trouble.  But then he saw Vic coming at him with some more rope.
            “Uh, Vic…? I think you've tied me up enough for now.  You want to see how I can get out of these?”
            “No, I don't want you to do anything until I tell you to do it!” Vic said gruffly.
            That surprised Andy.  Vic wasn't smiling any more and now his face didn't look the least bit friendly.  Then Andy was kind of shocked when Vic grabbed him up in his strong hands and pulled Andy up off of the floor so that Andy had to lean against Vic’s muscular body or topple over on his tied feet.
            “Uh, listen Vic; I don't want to do this any more.  I think I'd better go,” Andy had said hopefully.
            But Vic’s face looked even meaner as he drew a loose bandanna out of his pocket and ran it through his fingers.  “No I think you'd better shut up until I tell you can talk again!”
            Shock and confusion numbed Andy’s body while Vic held him in a close hug.  All of a sudden Andy felt Vic’s body pressing against him, and then Vic’s fingers were on Andy’s lips.  The next thing Andy knew his lips were being spread apart and his mouth was filling up with lots of soft cloth.  After that everything was kind of a blur while Andy felt his unresisting body in Vic’s strong hands and the bite of the rope coils as they hugged his chest tighter and tighter.
            The next thing Andy knew he was sitting down on the floor and looking up at Vic while those ropes were hugging and squeezing his body in all kinds of strange ways and he could feel the bandanna gag swelling up inside his mouth.
            “Okay Andy, here is the deal,” Vic told him gruffly.  “I'm going to leave you alone for a little while.  If you can get out of those ropes by the time I get back, I'll give you a ride back to your dorm.”
            Then Vic went out and closed the door.
            For several long moments Andy was too hurt and confused to do anything.  But then he realized that soon Vic would be coming back.  What would he do to Andy if Andy couldn't get free from these ropes somehow?  Then panic set in and Andy became a wild boy – twisting and clawing and pulling with all of his muscles and doing everything he could think off to somehow escape – but none of those things worked.
            By then Andy was gasping and gagging and sweating and hurting all over from the biting ropes.  There had to be a way out of this!  If only he had a knife or something?  Then Andy noticed the partly open dresser drawer.  Maybe there was something inside that drawer that he could use to cut these ropes?
            Andy was already hurting all over, but he ignored the pain while he slowly maneuvered his body close to the dresser.  The drawer had a knob on it, but Andy couldn't reach it with his hands.  So then Andy did the next best thing.  He opened his mouth as wide as he could and then used the drawer knob to push the soggy bandanna back inside his mouth until Andy could finally close his teeth around the wooden knob.  Then Andy bit hard on the wood and pulled and pulled until the drawer finally slid open.
            Then Andy looked into the open drawer, but there weren't any knives or scissors or anything he could use to cut these awful ropes.  There was only a bunch of old junk.  Damn!  Now what was he going to do?
            All of a sudden there was a loud CLICK-CLACK sound and Andy looked up in surprise to see Vic standing there and pointing a pistol at Andy’s head.  Oh no!  Was that a real XXXX?  Would Vic really shoot him?  Was Vic was one of those crazies?
            “I'm very disappointed in you Andy,” Vic said very solemnly.  “You broke the rules.  Now I'm going to have to take you to the next level.”
            The next level…?  What did that mean?  Andy shook his head slowly from side to side and made gurgling begging sounds into his gag while he tried to ignore the tears of frustration that were welling up in his eyes.
            “Down on your belly, Twinkie-Treat,” Vic commanded.
            Andy sighed deeply and surrendered his body to Vic as the older guy put Andy belly down onto the hard floor.  Then Andy took a chance and peaked behind him.  Vic had put the pistol away, but now he was holding more rope in his hands and his face had a crooked smile.               “On the next level you will learn how to endure the pain,” Vic told him.
            What did that mean?  Why didn't Vic explain any of these strange things he was saying?  Andy didn't know.  He only knew that his soft bed back in the dorm seemed like it was a thousand miles away and now Andy realized that he didn't know when he would ever see that soft bed again.
            And then the pain began as Andy felt more and more ropes biting into his wrists and ankles while his legs and his body were being bent further and further backwards into a painful horseshoe.  Then Vic let go of Andy’s body and the ropes took over and all at once the weight of Andy’s tied legs were pulling back on his tied arms until it felt like Andy’s arms might be pulled right out of his shoulders.  It hurt, it really hurt, and Andy was ashamed to hear little whimpering sounds escaping from his gagged mouth.
            “I'm going to leave you alone again for awhile.  If you can show me that you can endure the pain; then I will move you up to the next level,” Vic told him.
            Andy moaned softly and shook his head weakly from side to side.  He didn't want to go to any more levels.  He wanted to go home.
            But then Vic suddenly smiled and petted Andy’s sweat-dampened hair in a real friendly way.  “Don’t worry; the next level is a lot more fun than this.  That’s where I teach you how to play with toys.”
            Then Vic went out and closed the door.
            “Toys…?  What kind of toys?” Andy wondered.  He didn't understand any of this.
       

Hung Over

32 photos; 4:47 video

Model:  Leo Photography by Caitiff

Stretched Out

21 photos; 3:05 video

Model: Arturo
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/30/2009

The Long XXXX

30 photos; 5:45 video

Model: Matt
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/18/2009

You Quack Me Up by Soft Touch

35 photos

  "You quack me up."   "What'd you say, Uncle Bob?"   "Oh, nothing Jesse. Finish your coffee. I want to be on the road before the morning traffic starts."   My Uncle Bob sure was a queer duck. Most of the time we didn't agree on anything, and some of the time I didn't think he liked me very much. I spent all of my spare time working for our local conservation club. My Uncle Bob spent all of his spare time working on his XXXX rack and his decoy ducks. So why was he being so nice to me now?   I was trying to figure that out when I noticed that the room was getting kind of dark. Then the coffee cup kind of slipped right out of my hand. Next thing I knew my head was lying down in a pool of warm coffee, and then everything went really black.    At first, I thought I must've somehow fallen back to XXXX again because I woke up sitting in the back of Uncle Bob's pick up truck and I couldn't remember how I got here. I wanted to ride up front with my Uncle Bob, but when I tried to move, I discovered that I had these ropes all over me. I was tied up! And then I saw my Uncle Bob's smiling face looking down at me while he checked to make sure that all of the ropes were knotted good and tight.   "Mmhat mar mou gooing goo me?" I couldn't talk. There was some kind of sticky tape plastered all over my mouth.   "Sorry, I don't speak duct ­ duct tape, that is." Uncle Bob laughed at me.   Then he patted me on top of my cap and took the sunglasses off of my eyes.    "You won't need these rose-colored glasses any more. I'm going to show you the world the way it really is, Jesse-boy."   "Mmwhat? Mmo! Met me gho!" I tried yelling at him, but I couldn't get my lips to move with all of that sticky tape stuck all over my mouth.   "Sorry Jesse-boy. Your lips are camouflaged so I can't see what you're saying."   That made me a little mad and I started pulling and twisting at the ropes that were all around my wrists and my ankles and my knees, but the knots were really tight and I couldn't get loose. Then Uncle Bob grabbed me by my feet and pulled on them until I was lying down more or less flat and out of sight on the hard truck bed.    "Now you be a good boy, Jesse, and lay quiet. I'm going to take you out into the woods so that you can meet some of your friends." Uncle Bob laughed and laughed as he climbed into the cab and started up the truck. Then the truck started moving and we were off to I don't know where.   I didn't want to go, but the inside of my head was still pretty fuzzy, and I was feeling weak all over, and those ropes were tied so that I could hardly move anything at all. So I did my best to get comfortable on that hard bed and started watching all of the nice clouds racing by up above me. I think I must've dozed off again because when the pick up bounced to a stop again we were somewhere out in the deep woods.        Uncle Bob dropped the tail gate. Then he grabbed me by my feet and dragged me over until I was sitting on the tail gate with my tied feet hanging down over the side.   "Mmhere mar me?" I worried my lips against the tight layers of tape that kept on pinching them tightly together.        I looked around and all I could see was lots of trees everywhere. I had been out in the woods before, but I didn't recognize this place at all. And I was a little bit scared, not knowing where I was, or what was going to happen to me. Then Uncle Bob wrapped his big hand around the back of my neck and squeezed me just hard enough to let me know that he could squeeze a whole lot harder.   "Now listen, Jesse-boy. I'm going to untie your feet and then we're going to take a little walk. You give me any trouble and I'm going to tie your feet again so that you'll have to crawl all of the way like the little snake that you are!"   "Mmghes ghir," I mumbled into my tape plaster. I had never seen my Uncle Bob so angry before and it kind of scared me not knowing what he was capable of.        Then Uncle Bob put his big arm around my shoulders and started shoving me along down this narrow trail through the woods. I couldn't move very fast because my knees were still tied together and my hands were tied down to my knees. So all I could do was to take these little baby steps with my feet which made the rest of me waddle like a fat duck. Then the dark woods were all closing in all around me and, the further we got away from the truck, the more scared I was getting.   "This is far enough," Uncle Bob said finally. Then he grabbed me by my shoulders and pushed my back up against this big tree. Then he took another coil of rope and began wrapping it all around my arms and my chest and that big tree, tighter and tighter until I could feel the rough bark of that tree digging into my back through my favorite shirt. Then he tied my feet tightly together again.    "There, that ought to hold you, Jesse-boy. Now you can spend some time with all of your little animal friends. Pretty soon all of the nice ducks and bears and rattlesnakes will all be coming by to say hello to you. Oh, and Andy Fox said that he saw a pack of wolves out here recently. You be sure to say hello to all of them for me."   "Mmhat? Mgho! Mmou man't goo ghis goo mmee!" I screamed.   But Uncle Bob just laughed and waved good-bye. "I'll be back some time tonight or maybe tomorrow to see what's left of you and your know-it-all mouth after they've had their little visit."    "Mmho! Mmease, Mmoncle Mob! Mmon't meave mee!"   But my Uncle Bob didn't even look back. He just kept on walking back up the trail to his truck.   Everything got really quiet.   And then I could hear them! All kinds of little chirps and chitters and whirrs and the rustle of unseen things all moving through the grass and the trees ­ all coming toward me ­ coming closer and closer. I struggled and strained against all of the tight ropes that were tied all around me, and I tried screaming for help past all the layers of camouflaged tape that were sealing my mouth shut, but it was no use.     And now all that I could think of was, after all of the nice things I had tried to do for all of my animal friends, now I was going to be their ­ lunch!   Well, Not Quite.
  Jesse played by Rod   Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 07/25/2002

Bare Ass

32 photos; 4:12 video

Model : Nick
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 09/26/2007

The Spy Who Tied Me

27 photos; 4:42 video

   James awoke fitfully. As before he couldn't’ move his hands. They were still tied behind his back. But he wasn’t sitting in a chair. Instead he could feel cloth under his face. He was lying on a mattress.
Still groggy, James tried to get up. His feet were still free. But James wasn’t just still tied up. He was still being guarded as well.      James felt his feet grabbed by the Cuban and tied together roughly. Then with his legs bent and XXXX back, James was hog tied.
“Ahh. so he is awake, is he?”, James could hear someone say.
Looking up, James saw it was Marcus Rimmer, the alleged head of the smuggling ring James had been sent to investigate.
“So this is the best Canada has to offer? What a joke.”   “Mmmmm!”, was al james could say through the tape gag. The Cuban responded by grabbing James’ head and tightening the ropes around his hands.
“Take off his shoes. He has a tracking device in one of them.”
How did h know that?
The Cuban took James’ shoes.
  “Get comfortable, Mr. Bind. You will be our guest for quite a while.”, Marcus Rimmer laughed as he left James to the Cuban’s tender mercies.
James could only twist in his ropes as the Cuban and his men brought out a large box.
“Ok, first we box this gringo up. Then we ship him to the headquarters.”      

Held Captive by Nick007

27 photos; 6:30 video

Derek had been spoiled by his rich parents his whole life. He constantly threw his money around to make “friends”. Of course he was always the life of the party. And who wouldn't be the life of the party when you are literally throwing money into the air. Of course throwing your money around is bound to get you into trouble sooner or later. One night, Derek was out partying with his so called friends. The night had been going on like it always does. The beer kept flowing and music never died down. Soon Derek was right where his “friends” wanted him to be. Not drunk enough to pass out but drunk enough to do what any pretty girl asked him to do. “Hey! Look what I found!” one of his friends said as he held up coils of rope and a roll of duct tape. “Let's have some fun!” “YEAH! Lets tie up Derek!” one of the hottest girls at the party yelled. She walked over to Derek and stood in front of him using her patented stance that just screamed, if you do as I say then maybe I'll XXXX with you but we all know I wont. “Please Derek.” “For you, babe, anything.” Derek agreed. The guy with the rope began to wrap rope around Derek's wrists, behind his back. After that, an even longer rope was wrapped around his chest, over and over. Derek began to wonder where they found all this rope, but this thought quickly faded as the hot girl kept his attention on her. Then everything went dark due to someone blindfolding him. “Ha ha! Ok guys. We all had our little fun now untie me.” Derek said. But this plea fell on deaf ears as someone put duct tape over Derek's mouth. He was then XXXX into a chair as more rope was added to secure him to the chair. CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! They were taking pictures of him. When Derek thought about it, this seemed very abnormal. We've all seen pictures of drunken parties that end up with someone tied up, but this was starting to seem premeditated. And soon Derek found out why. “Ok we got enough pictures.” the hot girl said. “Now let's get them to his parents. Once they see him in this predicament they will pay a lot to get their little boy back.” 'They can't be serious' Derek thought. 'Are they really going to hold me for ransom?' “You're probably wondering what is going on Derek.” the girl said. “Well we figured if you had that much money then your parents must have a lot more. And we're going to get it. So I hope you're comfortable because you are going to be here for awhile.” Derek struggled against the ropes. However no matter how much he tied to get free, the ropes were just too tight. His only hope now was his parents. He could only hope they would pay right away. “And in the mean time, I think I am going to allow Jimmy over here to have a little fun with you.” the girl said. “He's always had a crush on you and loves the look of a helpless man. So you two play nice.” “MMMPPPHHHH!!” The End.   Model: Derek Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:05/10/2013

The Bunny Hops Back by Soft Touch

30 photos

Cont'd from Part 1

Two weeks went by before I trusted myself enough to go back to the scene of my mugging. Back then I was really surprised and I only wanted to be reasonable, which is the way I am most of the time. But then I became angry, really angry at the way that mugger had humiliated me. And it had taken me this long to calm down enough to really enjoy my revenge.
           There he was standing on the footbridge with a stupid smirk on his face, just waiting for his next willing victim to come along. Well the Bunny was back!
           “Hey, I know you,” he sneered at me. “You bring me some more money?”
           “Back off, Jumbo! I've got nothing but trouble for you!”
           The big guy gave me a toothy grin and grabbed the front of my shirt. “You going to give me trouble?”
           And then it happened. Four years in the Marines, four very long years of day after long day learning just three big things over and over again – Improvise! Adapt! Overcome!
           Before the mugger had the first clue about what was happening to him his body sailed through the air and landed hard on the footbridge. Then he was laying there with his face full of pain and his eyes full of confusion while his brain tried to figure out why he was lying down on the ground with my foot on his chest.
           “I told you the last time I didn't want any trouble, but you didn't listen,” I told him. “Now you're going to learn that turnabout is fair play.”
           For a moment I almost felt sorry for him. I could see that he was confused and afraid. Things like this didn't happen to him. But then the moment passed and I decided to use his fear and confusion to my advantage. I grabbed some rope out of my pack and quickly wrapped up his big paws and arms behind his back. And then I smiled.
           Last week I found this old bandanna way down in the bottom of my laundry bin. It had been lying in there for so long I couldn't remember the last time I had used it to clean my car. Normally when I find something that is that old and that dirty, I just throw it away. But instead I had saved this bandanna special just for this guy.
           He winced when I drew it roughly between his teeth, and then he began to make these funny animal-like sounds when he tasted how dirty it was, but I just ignored him.
           “Have a seat!” I pushed him down onto the bridge.
           Then he started shaking his head and making all kinds of pleading sounds behind the bandanna. He thought that I was going to call the cops and he didn't like that idea at all, but I just laughed at him. So big, so tough; I just grabbed some more rope and lashed his feet and legs together so that he couldn't go anywhere.
           Then I waved bye-bye. “See you around Big Guy!”
           He thought I was gone and so he really began to struggle against the tight ropes and the awful tasting gag. But I just went a short way into the trees so that I could have a ring-side seat to watch his misery. It would do him some good to stew awhile. And then I got an even better idea.
           “Did you miss me Big Guy?”
           Surprise, happiness and fear washed over his sweating face in waves.
           “Come on, Big Boy, up on your feet. I've got something really special planned for you.”
           The mugger went along with the idea and let me help him up onto his feet. The whole time his gagged mouth was going like crazy. I think he was trying to beg me to let him go, but it was hard to tell with his mouth full of soggy cloth. Not that I really cared. I'd already decided what I was going to do with Mister Mugger.            I rebound his hands up above his head to that he was hung up on this pipe that was all decorated with caution tape. He didn't mind that too much. But then he saw me take my camera out of my pack.
           “Come on, Mister Mugger, smile nice for the birdie.”
           I do believe that Mister Mugger was camera shy. He made all sorts of strange faces while I snapped away at him, and he made even stranger noises into the rank gag that was dividing his mouth. But I didn't care.              “All right, big Guy, pay attention. This is what is going to happen. Me and my friends use this park every week. If I ever see you in this park or anyplace else ever again – these pictures go right to the police! You got that?”
           After a long moment, Jumbo nodded his head and closed his eyes submissively.
           “Good boy. Now don’t worry, some nice stranger will come along to set you free. They might even get here before the regular police patrol. Have a nice day.  

The Mugger played by Steve
Gordon the Ex-Victim played by Ron
Photography by Caitiff

The Gift

34 photos

Model : Kent
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 05/29/2008