Updates
-
Controlled
23 photos; 3:48 video
Model: Tommy Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 02/03/2007 -
.jpg "boundguys.com - Frat House Foul Up by Kurt thumbnail")
Frat House Foul Up by Kurt
20 photos
"56 West Washington..this must be it," thought Chet, as he reached for the doorknob. Chet was excited and a little scared..he'd been rushed by the coolest fraternity on campus, Phi Beta Bonda, and tonight was the first step of the initiation process. The frat was known for pretty rough hazings, and Chet knew there might even be some bondage and humiliation involved. But they were really cool guys, and Chet was determined to make it. He'd even worn his "lucky" Chinese dragon shirt, a gaudy rayon job he wore for all special occasions, even though most of his friends had already told him how ugly it was. A pair of neatly pressed khakis and black dress shoes completed his outfit. He gritted his teeth and turned the doorknob, entering the dilapidated house on the wrong side of town. "Hello?" Chet said, as the door creaked open. "Ungggh!" was the stud's last coherent statement as a blunt object connected with the back of his head as soon as he stepped through the doorway. Chet's head throbbed...for a few minutes he had no clue where he was, or what had happened. He tried to rub his aching head, but quickly realized his wrists were tightly bound in front of him. He was lying on the floor..."Hey!", he called, "Anyone there? Who slugged me? HELP! Someone untie me!" Then Chet realized that all of this might be part of the initiation, and he shut up quick. He didn't want the frat brothers to think he was a wimp. But damn, did they have to XXXX him out and tie him up? Chet didn't have long to wait...a man entered the room and loomed over him. He was dressed in tight black jeans, a black t-shirt, and his face was masked. His muscular arms were tattooed, and in his hands he held a large blue bandanna. "OK, buddy, time for some fun," he growled as he hauled Chet off the floor, and threw him onto the nearby bed. Chest gasped as the masked attacker pulled his lucky shirt down off his shoulders, and yanked it down to his elbows. "Tacky shirt, dude! Now open your piehole!" Chet, terrified yet strangely intrigued, opened his mouth, and his captor shoved the cloth in, pushing it in deeply with his fingertips, then knotting it tightly behind the pledge's head. Chet felt himself pushed down onto the bed, his shoes pulled off, and his ankles being tightly bound with ropes. "I wasn't expecting any visitors, but I'm always happy to accommodate an unexpected guest," the masked man said. Chet was confused. Was this some kind of kinky role-play to prove his worthiness to the fraternity? A XXXX scene designed to test his guts? Chet decided that had to be it, so he didn't even flinch as the attacker reached down and unbuckled his belt. He roughly yanked Chet's khakis down, revealing his tight gray briefs, then turned away and picked up several long lengths of thick black rope. Within a couple of minutes, Chet found himself even more tightly bound as the black rope was tightly snaked around his wrists, waist, thighs, knees and lower legs. He grunted into the gag as the ropes were pulled and knotted tautly. Chet struggled a little, and his khakis dropped down to his ankles. "Don't touch that gag, boy, or you'll be in worse trouble. I'll be right back!" With his wrists bound in front of him, Chet could have reached his gag and pulled it off, but he figured that it was part of his hazing and he'd better go along. He struggled a bit and tested the bindings. No use, he was tightly bound and would have to wait for the next step of the initiation. The masked man returned, and without a word, sat on the bed next to his handsome bound captive and yanked down Chet's gray briefs. Chet felt the masked attacker's large hands stroking his muscular, exposed ass and a hot flush hit his cock and balls, hardening his shaft. Chet grunted in feeble protest as he was XXXX, and twisting his head, his eyes fell on a note pad on the bedside table. He read the letterhead on the pad: "West Side Halfway House for Male Sex Offenders". Suddenly, reality sank in...Chet screamed into his gag as he felt his shaft being gripped and pumped. Much later, as Chet lay exhausted on the bed, th emasked man stuffed a doller up his ass. "For your time", he said.
Meanwhile, across town at 56 EAST Washington, in an elegant townhouse, six studly college students lay bound and gagged on the basement floor, writhing and moaning as they were tortured by the Phi Beta Bondas. "Well, I guess Chet punked out," said the pledgemaster, as he tied a rope tightly around the handsomest pledge's cock and balls. "Put him on the blacklist!" The End Chet played by Lewis Photography by JakeDate of Production: 03/07/2003 -
Muzzled part 2
21 photos; 5:40 video
Cont'd from part 1
BoundGuy played by Cole
Bad Guy played by Chad
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 11/30/2013
-
XXXX Hold
25 photos; 4:27 video
Model : jesse Daniels
hand provided by Mr. Exe
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 01/12/2019 -
Hero XXXXped! by Caitiff
35 photos; 5:53 video
Young men had been going missing at the swanky B & D Hotel. The police were stumped. The hotel management wanted to the issue settled quietly for fear of bad publicity. It was a case for the Neoprene Neoprene had only recently left being the side kick of the Leather Eagle and was eager to prove he could be just as good a super hero on his own. But the hotel was a wash as far as clues. There was no sign of XXXX entry, no ransom notes, no witnesses. Young men would just disappear from their rooms. No one could even find out how they were leaving the hotel, assuming they left at all. Somehow this seemed familiar but Neoprene couldn’t put his finger on it. Deciding to try questioning the hotel staff again, Neoprene made for the elevators. He could hear his mentor Leather Eagle telling him to always use the stairs. Ahh, what did he know. It couldn’t hurt to use the elevator just this once. Neoprene waited for the elevator to arrive. From behind he thought he heard a sound. But when he turned it was nothing. Suddenly Neoprene was grabbed from behind. A foul smelling chemical wafted into his nose. Wait, Neoprene knew that smell! He had been exposed to it lots of times in his side kick career. It was the XXXX out agent used by the Intruder! What a fool Neoprene had been! And then everything went as black as Neoprene’s costume.
Everything is going according to plan, the Masked Intruder thought to himself. The Intruder wasted no time. He knew what he had to do. He had done this a thousand times before. Especially to this guy. Intruder had lost count of how many times he had XXXX out Neoprene, XXXX the side kick for one nefarious plan or another. “There’s no Leather Eagle to save you now, neofool!”, The Intruder laughed as he hauled his XXXX hostage to a stair well. Once there, Intruder took out his very special ropes and began trussing up the unconscious crime fighter. First Neoprene’s hands were bound behind his back. Then ropes around his chest and knees. Finally Neoprene’s feet were bound tightly together with coils and coils of rope. “We can’t have you calling for help. Need to keep you quiet!”, the intruder said as he gagged Neoprene with a rag in his mouth.The Intruder was soon satisfied that his hostage would be going no where. No one, not even the famed escape artist Leather Eagle could twist out of the Intruder’s ropes once the evil genius finished tying his knots. Neoprene would stay right where he was, bound hand and foot and gagged into perfect silence. Having more villainy to do before the day was through, the Intruder left his tied up “guest” a few moments alone to ponder the wisdom of underestimating the Intruder. The End. Neoprene played by Syler
The Intruder played by Slade
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:05/25/2012 -
XXXXped Orderly by JMZ
30 photos; 4:06 video
I knew it would be nation wide news. The chance that something like this could happen in this day and age would shock everybody. The consequences would be great if I was caught, but I wasn’t planning on getting caught. I had spent many nights painstakingly planning each and every detail of how I was going to accomplish it. It would not be easy, but I was confident in two things, his ignorance and my plan. Bobby and I had struck up a pretty close friendship in college. We were both pre med and had a lot of the same interests. I had grown up in a sheltered home and was impressed by his bravado and confidence. We helped each other out whenever possible, and spent four years partying and studying. It was the best time of my life. He came from money and never wanted for anything. I on the other hand worked two jobs and relied on a scholarship to get me through. I worked hard at accomplishing my goal of being a doctor, while he coasted by on his family name. I was envious but I knew in the end all my hard work would provide me the same affluence he was born in to. We had the same professor for one of our classes and to say he was hard was an understatement. Even Bobby’s name couldn’t guarantee a solid grade from this guy and we hit the books harder than ever before. After weeks of frustration and humiliation at the hands of this professor Bobby seemed to give up, he talked of living of his trust fund and giving up college al together. I was able to talk him out of the idea, but he seemed discouraged. The final for the class would account for fifty percent of the grade and I worked hard. One day in the middle of our study session Bobby produced a copy of the final. I sat shocked and nervous at the prospect of cheating. I immediately refused, but Bobby convinced me it would be the only way to insure our passing. I reluctantly agreed. It was a Tuesday when I was told I was being kicked out. Bobby was given another chance because his family name. I lost everything I worked so hard for. Years later I was thumbing through the want ads when a national talk show came on the television, imagine my shock when Bobby appeared giving medical advice to the audience, they actually gave him his own show. I was both furious and defeated. I decided I needed to get back on my feet, and how better than to do it with his money. I was able to reach him through an old school friend of ours; he seemed nervous on the phone but eventually agreed to meet me. Upon our meeting he seemed genuinely sorry for what had happened. I made a story of well I was doing and he should not feel responsible for what occurred. I invited him back to my place for drinks and he happily agreed. He was never one to turn down a drink. A perplexed look came over his face as we drove up to my humble home. He turned to ask me something when I produced the XXXX. His eyes widened as I instructed him to keep quiet. I led him to my basement and tied his hands behind his back. I secured the rope tightly in several knots to insure he would not escape. He looked at me with wonder and fear. Ipushed him down onto a mattress and began my handy work on his legs. I tied him tight and secure. He began to plead with me, but I did not want to hear it. I XXXX a bandana between his teeth and tied his off on the back of his head. He struggled, angry now that he couldn’t talk his way out of this. I secured a strip of strong duct tape over his already gagged mouth. I held the XXXX to him and set the camera. He pleaded and struggled, but it was no use. I carefully made sure his family received the photo along with my money demands. It hit the news like wild fire. A well respected doctor and television personality had been XXXX. I went to the police and volunteered to aid in the search. His family was so pleased with my heart felt worry for him. I would help all day and then return to my captive at night.Finally the family made a television plea for his safe return and told the XXXX they would pay anything. I volunteered to be the drop guy. The police tried to talk me out of it. I convinced them that he was my good friend and I would do anything to get him back. The XXXX had set up a place and time near the airport. I was to drop the money in a lockbox. He was strict that I was not to wear a wire, and I let the police know I was fine with this, as long as Bobby was safe. Before the drop I made my way back to Bobby’s grunts and kicks. He struggled and screamed through his gag as I blinded him with another bandana. It was almost over I assured him, anyways he was beginning to smell a bit. He kicked at me and I was off. I made my way to the lockbox and placed the empty bag there. The money itself was safely hidden in the bathroom stall a few feet away. I went back to the police station and waited with them and they waited for their team to contact them. They had the entire place surrounded. After several hours of no response they sent me home. I checked on Bobby one last time and caught my cab to airport. I flew into Mexico and was met by him; the professor that years ago that had me expelled. He embraced me and we went back to the hotel to celebrate our victory over the great doctor. The professor had been fired over the incident for protesting Bobby’s continuation with his studies. We talked for years after that and found out we had more in common than I once thought. We celebrated all night; he really was a hard professor. The End Bobby played by Mickey O'Shea Photography by Caitiff Date of Production;01/27/2010
-
Shoping Spree by John
25 photos
Shopping SpreeI had just returned home from shopping at the Galleria. It was a blast. I got a bunch of clothes for cheap! (It’s amazing what you can get when stores are getting rid of their fall lines to make room for the winter line.) I wanted to try on all my new clothes again and was trying to make outfits and decide what I was gonna wear out to the bar tonight when all of a sudden I heard “Don’t move!”
by John
I turned around and this large man was standing there. I felt a little self conscious because I was just standing there in my boxers. He said, “I’ve been following you all day kid” which surprised me. “You’re about my son’s size boy, and well, I can’t afford to buy him all these nice clothes so I’m just gonna borrow them from you!” In the predicament I was in, I didn’t see how I would have a problem with this.
“But I ain’t just gonna walk out of here with these clothes, cuz I can’t have you callin’ the police once I leave.” And with that he took out some rope from his back pocket and tied my arms behind my back and my feet together, grabbed the bandana out of his other pocket, shoved it in my mouth, and then threw me on the bed.
“Now let’s see here….we have some Eddie Bauer, Abercrombie, Gap…excellent choices boy!” He began gathering all my bags together. I had just spent my entire paycheck on all those clothes and I wasn’t going to have some man just take them from me. I started twisting and turning and trying to break out of the rope, but I couldn’t get it too budge at all. “MMMMmmrrrrrpphh” I yelled out, but it was even barely audible to me.
“WOW, you a feisty one kid, can’t leave you like that and have you fall off the bed, so let’s just add a bit more rope to keep you secure” And with that, he rolled me onto my stomach and tied my hands back to my feet. Now I had seen something like this before on one of those magazine covers at the corner porn store, but now here I was a picture perfect model for one of those magazines.
I tried and tried, but I just couldn’t budge any of the ropes to make them looser.
*SLAM* I turned to look at what that noise was, and while I had been distracted with trying to get loose, the man had finally left with my clothes in hand. I was pissed! There goes all my money for the month and my clothes that I needed. After I had been left alone for a couple of minutes I realized that I lived alone and how in the hell would anyone find me, and more important WHO would find me like this? I hope it wasn’t my next door neighbor who I knew hated little twink boys like myself, because I’m sure he would say “You deserve it!” and just leave me helpless. Only time will tell, who will come to my rescue.The endThe Victim played by Patrick
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 07/17/2003 -
XXXXped Brad by Justin
30 photos; 2:17 video
Bradley York is a very rich boy, or should I say his Father is a very rich man. He owns the bank and runs the Country Club. I use to work at the bank until the elder York fired me for coming to work drunk after lunch. I vowed to get my revenge. I took my time for I knew I was going to XXXX his preppy arrogant son for a million bucks. "Revenge is a dish best served cold" a motto I am now living.
I joined the Gym Brad belonged to. I knew I could get into his locker during his workout to get a clay mold of his house key. Finally the evening, a friday had gotten here. Tonight was indeed the night. I watch Brad drive in expensive Mercedes into his garage, step out in his hand made wing tip shoes from Harrod's in London. His perfect dark grey suit and starched shirt. He looked like a male model from GQ mag. His highlited blonde hair blowing in the evening breeze.
I waited another half hour thinking Brad would change and get confortable. I pulled on my ski mask placed the key in the lock, bingo I was in. I moved slowly towards the living room, where I startled Brad lying on the sofa. Clad only in his bloxers and short white gym sox, he yelled "Who the fuck are you, get the fuck out out here I am going to call the police." "Bravo" I exclaimed producing my XXXX. "Now pretty boy shut the fuck up or I will blow your nuts off, understand?" "You utter a sound and your nutless" Brad was a "ladies Man" screwing every piece of trim that walked. "Now Blondie, I want you to stand up raise your hands" He did as told, tears in his eyes.
"Now STRIP," I barked, "Get those grey boxers off your cute straight arse, don't forget those white sox, boy. I wanted to see your vertical, smiling crack" Brad slowly stood and bent over an removed all of his clothing. I was wishing he still had his suit on. "OK, Naked dude I am going to tie you the fuck up. "Why are you doing this?, do you know who my father is! Can't we talk this over?" "Yes Brad, I do know who your father is that's why I am XXXX you for a one million dollar ransom." His mouth dropped open. "I don't want to hurt you but I will if you dad doesn't pay up."I finished tying the ropes and then gagged him. I liked seeing his prick just hanging there waiting for some attention. I took my dick out and started wanking it just to see Brad's reaction. He started to squim but tied tightly like I had him Brad was not going anyplace. I knew I had to move him to my Van. I had backed it up to his garage door so when I opened it, I could just dump this naked preppy in the back and split.Brad rolled around his rug giving me many visuals treats, My dick was rock hard and I knew I must toss myself off before I moved him. Had to be careful of leaving any DNA for the Cop's to find. I had seen too many CSI'S on TV. I knew the drill so to speak. I picked up Brad's white sox and smelled it. A sex filled aroma of feet and cotton his my nose. I placed Brad's sox over my 9 inch dick (That I knew would find it's way up Brad's virgin cherry-hole later) and wanked and jerked it off, moaning as I did it seeing Brad lying, naked and bound and gagged at my feet. I shot a load that filled his sox. I scooped up his other sox and boxers and stuffed them in my levi's leaving Brad's sox on my still throbbing dick as I zipped myself up.
Ok, Brad we are going on a little trip. I grabbed Brad's cell phone so he could make the Ransom call him self. Begging his Dad to pay the money to avoid being castrated. I went to his jewelry box and grabbed all his rings and four watches. I took a Gucci suitcase and picked five suits and five pairs of size 11 d shoes as I knew we wore ther same size. His silk boxer shorts were next as his silk over the calf black socks plus five silk ties plus shirts. After he paid the Million in small bills, I was going to hire a plane to take me to Belize in Cental America. I could live very well there knowing the USA had no treaty to extridite me. I hoped the Ransom would take several days as I wanted to "explore Brad's sexuality" and see how many time I could make the Blonde CUM!The EndBrad played by Mike
Photography by CaitiffDATE OF Production: 04/12/2005 -
The Border Guard by Caitiff
25 photos; 2:56 video
Leska had always said he wished his job hadn't been so boring. Standing patrol between his own country of Imbalsk and neighbouring Angora was pointless. The two countries had had peaceful relations for decades. The only excitement that the border had ever seen was during the cold war when spies from both sides would cross over, only to discover that there was nothing in either country worth spying on. Border guards like Leska didn’t even ask for passports anymore.
So it came a sa complete surprise when a car pulled up to his post and the driver and two other men grabbed him! Leska didn't’ even have time to say anything before his hands were tied behind his back and tape used to blindfold and gag the astonished guard.
Leska then spent an uncomfortable hour or more (he had no way to tel time) in the trunk while the men drove around. Eventually the car stopped and Leska was pulled out from the trunk, led down inside someplace and down stairs and XXXX onto what felt like a bed or large couch. Leska’s legs were then tied at the knees and ankles.
Bound and gagged, Leska could do nothing but listen as his XXXXs spoke in a strange accent. It sounded like English but it had been years Leska had learned the language in school and they were whispering which didn’t help. However, what he could make out was XXXXs and smuggle.
Leska heard some commotion that made him think he was alone and so took a chance by beginning to struggle. He rolled around on the bed and twisted in his ropes. But to no avail. The bindings were tight. if anything, he had made his bondage even tighter as it not bit into his wrists. Despite himself, Leska grunted into his gag. Fortunately he heard his XXXXs comeback in the room before they could see his vain attempt at escape. “Ok we stick to the plan”, Leska made out one of them saying in English. “You watch this guy.”
Leska still couldn't’ figure out what was going on. Were these guys actually going ot smuggle XXXXs into the country? Why bother with the border crossing? There were plenty of places anyone with a decent knowledge of the land could cross from Angora to Imbalsk without anyone knowing. The goat herders did it all the time. But as he listened to the few snatches of conversation between his captors, Leska got the impression that these men were none too bright.
Leska felt his short being unbuttoned. He grunted in protest not that it did any good. Were they going to take advantage of his helpless condition? Soon Leska was bare chested. However rather then molest him, whomever was undoing his clothing, tried to kepi going, as if he was trying to strip Leska of his clothes without untying him first. Suddenly Leska could hear another voice yell, “What are you doing?”
“Don't’ we need his uniform?”
“No we don’t. This was a bust. There were no XXXXs. This whole stinking country blows.”
“What about him?”
Leska trembled a she waited for the answer. “Leave him. Somebody may find him eventually.
And so Leska was left alone. He eventually manage dot get the tape off of his eyes though he had no such luck with his gag. He was in a dank basement. desperately Leska moaned for help. It seemed like hours before some teenagers found him.
Cruelly ripping off the tape from Leska’s mouth.
“What the hell happened to you, they asked to which Leska quickly gave his story.
“And so no one knows you’re even here?”, one of the teenagers asked. Leska didn’t notice the gleam in his eye when he asked that.
“No. No one has any idea where I am. Untie me now!”
But Leska wasn't’ untied. Instead he was re-gagged with his tie.
The teenagers had decided that finding a helpless border guard tied up and gagged was just too exciting to pass up. Just because the XXXX hadn't taken advantage of Leska didn't’ mean these kids wouldn’t.
Leska did eventually get free. Much much later.The EndLeska played by Nathan Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 03/18/2008
-
The Very Bad Plan
43 photos; 6:16 video
Craig tries to out Slade Slade.
Model: Craig
Model & Photographer: Slade
Date of Production: 07/30/2013 -
Nabbed by Caitiff
22 photos
It was already dark when Jeff finally got done with soccer practice. The handsome dark haired college student had been getting home later and later each night, with both soccer practice and a full class load. At least he didn't have to worry about a job, Jeff thought, his parents were loaded and paid for everything so he could concentrate on school. Jeff was pretty tired as he trudged up the walk to his apartment. So tired that he didn't notice that all the security lights seemed to be out. Jeff didn't notice the two men waiting for him in the bushes, either, until they rushed out and grabbed him.
"What the..Mmmmph!" Was all Jeff could say before one of the men clamped his hand tightly over Jeff's mouth.
"Keep quiet!" One of the men commanded," Do what we say and you won't get hurt, rich boy!"
Overpowered, Jeff could only do as the men commanded. Quickly, Jeff found himself being shoved into the back of the car, XXXX to the floor. The car, along with Jeff and his XXXXs, quickly sped into the night.
"Mmmmm!", Jeff moaned for the hundredth time, trying to get the attention of his XXXXs.
After a long drive, Jeff was taken to a run down apartment building in the bad part of town. Told to sit on a mangy bed in one of the rooms, Jeff was soon being tied up. Rope was wound tightly around his hands, knees and feet. Then a piece of blue tape was slapped over Jeff's face, sealing his mouth.
That was last night. Jeff had spent several uncomfortable hours, twisting his body, trying to get loose without his XXXXs noticing. But it wasn't working. Jeff was in excellent shape, but all the muscles in the world didn't help without leverage. And the ropes would not budge. The XXXXs knew their knots.
So all Jeff could do was lay on the bed, unable to get to XXXX, while his XXXXs, who always had stockings over faces when he saw them, stayed in another room.
Once again, Jeff let out as loud a moan as he could. Maybe if he could talk to the men, he could get them to let him go. Or at least convince them to get him some food.
The XXXXs entered, faces covered with stockings as always.
"Mmmmpht! Mmmm-mmm" Jeff pleaded as much as he could through his gag, but the XXXXs didn't seem to care.
"Shut up!" one replied.
The two men then took out a piece of paper with the words "1,000,000 or else" written on it. The paper was put on top of Jeff. The XXXXs then took out a cam corder and started recording.
"We have your son," One of the XXXXs said, threateningly," If you want to see him again, you will not go the police, you will give one million dollars in small bills. Instructions on where to leave the money will be given later. You will have one day to hand over the money after the instructions are given....or else we kill your son!"
As the cam-corder was turned off, the other XXXX asked, "Why not kill him now? We're going to do it anyway.
"Mmmmm!" Jeff gave a desperate cry.
"Not in front of the kid, moron! And we need to have proof he's alive if they ask."
The XXXXs left the room, leaving Jeff to await his fate
.
Another day passed. Other then to use the bathroom once in the morning, Jeff remained bound and gagged. And even then, only his hands had been untied. His feet were kept tied and the tape stayed fixed to his mouth. His XXXXs had not seen fit to feed Jeff.
Weak with hunger and thirst and sore from the ropes that cut off circulation in his hands and feet, Jeff could only lie still.
Suddenly one of the XXXXs entered the room, holding a large knife.
"My partner says we need to keep you alive until we get the money, but I think we don't need you anymore."
"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmm!" Jeff could only shake his head frantically as the man came closer with the knife in hand. Then, just as Jeff was sure he wasn't going to make it, the man was pulled away by his partner, who also XXXX the knife out of his hand.
"I ...TOLD... YOU... WE... WAIT!" the other XXXX screamed at his murderous partner, hitting him brutally in the jaw with each word. he then dragged the second XXXX from the room. Jeff was left alone again.
The next morning, the XXXXs had to go out together to make sure their instructions were being. Jeff was given a bathroom break, then fed a cold burger and a glass of water, the first thing he had eaten in days. They then hog-tied Jeff to make sure he didn't try hopping away.
When he was sure the XXXXs had gone, Jeff began to struggle against the ropes with all his strength. Twisting and rolling back and forth, Jeff knew this was probably his last chance to get free. But try as he might, he couldn't break free.
In desperation, Jeff even tried to yell for help though his gag. But if there was anyone nearby, they either didn't hear or didn't care.
Jeff's heart jumped into his throat when he heard the door open and the XXXXs come in. Then Jeff's heart began racing as the murderous XXXX entered the room, wielding his large knife.
"Just a few more hours!" He gloated and left. Jeff had never been more terrified in his life.
Those few hours passed like days to Jeff. Frantically he continued to struggle against his bondage as much as he could without alerting the XXXXs. When it was time for the XXXXs to leave again to pick up their money, the boss XXXX blindfolded Jeff.
"You can do him when we get back. This way he won't see it coming."
The XXXXs left again. And as before, Jeff vainly fought his bondage. Much too soon though, Jeff heard the outer door open and some walk into his room. They put their hands on Jeff, tugging at the ropes.
"Mmmmmmmpht! Mmmpphhmmmm! Mmm Mmm!" Jeff cried through his gag in a panic. Suddenly, his blindfold was taken off. It took a few seconds for Jeff's eyes to focus.
But it wasn't one of the XXXXs about to do him in, it was a policeman! The policemen removed the tape from Jeff's mouth.
"Are you all right?" Jeff was asked. Jeff gave a weak nod, happier then he had been before his entire life.
It was later that Jeff had learned his neighbor had seen his XXXX and gotten the XXXX's license plate number. Jeff was saved and his XXXXs were given very long prison sentences.
The End
Photography-Caitiff
Model-Matt
You can see more of Matt at My Friends Feet
Date of Production: 12/27/2001 -
Bed Buddies pt 2
40 photos; 3:05 video
Cont'd from "Part One"
Starring: Patrick Also Starring: John Videography by CaitiffDate of Production: 11/23/2005
-
Wheeled In
20 photos; 4:59 video
Bound Guy played by Vladimir
Bad Guy played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 4/26/2019 -
Two Tight
20 photos; 2:30 video
Model: Adam
Model: Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff
ddate of Production: 04/23/2019 -
Muzzled
18 photos; 3:59 video
BoundGuy played by Cole
Bad Guy played by Chad
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 11/30/2013
-
Stored Away
28 photos; 5:18 video
Model: Uriah
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/14/2011 -
Got Your Back by Cryptococcus
23 photos; 3:07 video
Ben and Todd were recreational XXXX users, but not dealers. Ben, especially, was always on the lookout for some good blow, even though it sometimes took him far from the gentle neighborhood where the young men lived. Stating that he planned to clean the joint up, Todd had willingly emptied both his wallet and his pockets and antied up his car keys that Saturday morning so Ben could go make a score for the both of them.
True to his word, as soon as Ben left, Todd got out the floor sweeper and threw all the windows open. After a while, he decided the autumn breezes were uncomfortably cool, but the joint DID need airing out . . . so he shrugged into a warm vest and resumed his chores.
Todd decided he'd get the living room and the kitchen, and it was Ben's turn for the bathroom. At least, Todd thought it was, but he wasn't too sure.
Todd heard the door opening and without looking up, said, "Yo, bro. What'd you get?"
"Uh, Todd," said Ben, in a way that made Todd look up.
Behind and slightly to the side of Ben was a man wearing grease-stained jeans, engineer's boots, and a muscle tee. The man's arms and what Ben could see of the man's chest were covered in tattoos.
"What's up?" asked Todd.
Then Ben stepped aside, At the same time, the stranger gave Ben a push with a hand in the middle of his back that sent Ben sprawling artlessly on the floor.
"Oh, fuck," said Todd. "Wait a minute. What the shit's going down here."
"Shut your trap," ordered the man. He was looking around the house,
Todd saw the man's narrowed pupils, and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck spring erect. Slowly, he raised his hands.
"That's right," said the man. "You," he pointed at Todd, "on the couch." He turned to Ben, who was still on the floor. "And you run fetch that clothesline I see in your back yard. Pull any shit, and it's your friend's funeral."
"Uh, yes," said Ben, and he scrabbled on his elbows and knees for the door.
"What is it you want?" asked Todd. He saw the stranger watching Ben through the back door.
"I want the rest of your roll," said the man. "I saw what your buddy was flashing, and with that kind of dough, I knew there'd either be more of it, or I'd find some really good stash here."
"We don't have anything here," said Ben. "Todd had all our money, He was supposed to go score for us this morning."
Todd appeared. In his haste, he had ripped down all three clothesline segments and returned with them, clothespins and all. With his eyes wide, he dropped them at the strangers feet.
"You, too," the man said, "on the couch."
Todd nervously took his place beside Ben. Both men watched as the tattooed guy knelt to slice the clothesline into manageable pieces.
"What you gonna do to us?" asked Ben.
"Gonna tie you up, and maybe gonna beat the shit outta you if you don't tell me where your stash and cash are right now!"
"Crap, man. I already told you. We ain't got no stash, and Todd had all the dough we could scrounge up."
"For your sake," said the man, "that better not be so." He pointed the XXXX at Todd. "Stand up," he ordered, "and put your hands behind your back."
Minutes later, Todd and Ben were bound at wrists and ankles. Ben sat on the edge of the couch, with fight or flight resounding within him with the adrenaline that thrummed in his veins. It was a totally helpless feeling, and it peaked when the stranger pulled an old sock between Ben's teeth and used the last of a roll of duct tape to gag Todd. Then the man left the room.
Todd, to Ben's amazement, then came to his feet and hopped over to the door. Ben heard the tattooed man rummaging around in the kitchen, and he hopped over to his roommate. Ben then shook his head. Count on Todd to be anal retentive, he thought. Todd had secured the safety chain before dumping the clothesline on the floor.
Then Todd had an idea. He turned his back to Ben and touched the other man's bound hands, asking, imploring his assistance, but Ben's vest was pulled down over his bound wrists, and there was little that the other man could do.
"Ya'll ain't got shit in the fridge," called the man from the kitchen. Then he returned and found the two men at the door. He was instantly annoyed. "Okay," he said. "You two dumb shits get down on the floor right this instant. I'm gonna turn this place upside down, and I ain't gonna have you wandering around while I do it!"
He then roped Ben and Todd together, back-to-back.
Ben and Todd then watched as the man carted out their possessions. Then they heard the sound of Ben's car start up. As the sound of the motor dwindled in the distance, Todd heard Ben say something. It was muffled by the sock gag, but it sounded a lot like, "This is all your fault, you dumbass."
And Todd, for once, had to agree, but there was no way he was ever going to admit it to Ben.The EndTodd played by Sammy Ben played by Mike Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 05/02/2006 -
Jay
27 photos
Model: Jay Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 10/12/2008
-
Welcome Home
25 photos; 5:38 video
Bound Guy played by Jon Storm Thug played by Ron Jeffries Photography by Caitiff
ddate of Production: 04/04/2019 -
War Games
38 photos; 4:50 video
Bored Soldier played by Rex
Enemy Soldier played by Jon Storm Photography by Caitiff
ddate of Production: 04/20/2019 -
I Need to Borrow Your Uniform
12 photos; 9:04 video
Guard played by Rick Intruderr played by Sammy Photography by Caitiff
ddate of Production: 04/23/2019
-
Awkward Position by Caitiff
32 photos; 2:10 video
This was going to be good, Chad thought to himself. For weeks he hadn’t been able ot hook up in his po dunk town. That had been weeks he hadn’t been able ot get tied up. But today it occurred to him, he could tie himself up. Sure, he wouldn't’ be able to get off very easily but that was part of the fun.
He had never actually tried self bondage before. But the concept seemed pretty simple. First he tied the rope around his ankles, binding his legs. Next came the gag. A strip of strong duct tape was plastered over his mouth, sealing it. Chad’s dick went hard. The gag was always his favourite part. Finally Chad had to tie his hands. That was the hard part. Carefully he made a hand cuff out of the rope and slipped it over his hands. He had to twist his fingers to tighten it until it felt comfortably tight and then fix the knot. Wiggling his wrists, Chad felt suitably restrained. He was certain he could reach the knot and free himself when he had too but it would take some effort and that’s exactly what Chad wanted.Chad lay back on the couch, resting his bound hands on his crotch. He could feel the huge woody growing underneath the thin fabric of his shorts. Gently at first, Chad rubbed his tied hands over his groin back and forth.
Ahhh, that felt good, Chad thought as he ground his groin against the ropes binding his wrists. However, while his dick stayed hard, he didn't’ seem to be getting any closer to getting off. He couldn’t actually grab his dick to finish himself off. But there was something else. The bondage didn't’ feel quite right yet.
To be really helpless, he needed to have his hands behind his back.
Chad stretched and strained, bringing his legs up to his hands. It was a lot of work but eventually he managed ot grab his toes and then force his hands around his ankles and behind his knees. But then Chad realised his was stuck! As much as he tried he couldn’t get his hands past his bubble butt. Worse, Chad couldn't’ find the knot he would have had to undo to get free. Deciding better safe then sorry, Chad reversed course and put his hands back in front of him. But he soon found that he couldn't’ get his hands back over his ankles either. Great, now what was he going to do?Chad continued to struggle in vain. He loved being tied up but that didn’t mean he wanted to spend the next week like this. He certainly didn't’ want to be found by his friends or worse his mom while like this. Of course, even if he had wanted to, he couldn’t yell for help. The tape gag over his mouth made sure that nothing but allow moan could escape Chad’s lips.
Suddenly Chad’s heart stopped as he heard a click at the door. Not a knocking but the tapping as if the lock was being fiddled with. Chad lived alone. Even his mother who had a key wouldn’t just come in without knocking first. A cold sweat broke out on Chad’s near naked body as he realised somebody was breaking in his apartment! And here Chad was, half naked, bound and gagged!
The door opened and in walked a large muscular looking man with a ski mask. he stared at Chad for a sec, his eyes wide in surprise.
“Mmmmm! Mmmmmmphmmm!”, Chad moaned pitifully. The burglar just laughed.
“I thought maybe someone beat me here but I see all the valuables are still here.”, the burglar said as he clasped his hand over Chad’s already gagged mouth. The man seemed to get excited as Chad struggled and moaned in vain to escape the hand gag. Chad was certain he could see a growing bulge in the man’s pants.
But the burglar had come to steal Chad’s stuff and he soon went to work, taking the tv, stereo, the Wii and Chad’s wallet. All Chad could do as his few valuables were taken away was watch helplessly. Damn, Chad thought, how could he have been so stupid as to tied himself up so well that he couldn't’ get out? And what were the odds his apartment would be broken into that same day?
Soon the man had everything he wanted. Almost everything. The man grabbed Chad’s bound Body and set him on his knees on the floor. Chad’s bubble butt stuck right up.
“Since you were so nice as to leave yourself already bound and gagged when I came in, i guess I should do something nice for you.” The burglar said as his huge hands felt up every inch of Chad’s body. Chad’s skin tingled and he could feel his manhood straining against the material of his shorts.Chad had been wrong. He was going to get off today.The EndChad played Tye
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 10/30/2006 -
Gagging for It by Kurt
13 photos; 2:54 video
"C'mon, Craig, untie me, NOW!" "What's the matter, buddy? Those ropes too tight?" "Hell, yeah. I said you could take my picture for that dumbass magazine contest, but you've got enough now." "Ah, come on, Wes, you're a tough guy, you can handle it. I need about 10 more XXXX." "Man, I'm cramping up...I wanna crash on the couch! "American Idol" is on!" "You can watch it from here, I'll flip it on for you. There...Man, that Mandisa chick is HUGE!" "I like her, she's kind of like a young, fatter Aretha. Hey, don't change the subject! Untie me, asshole!!" "Just a few more XXXX...look scared." "You're the one who will look scared when I get my hands on you!" "You're in no position to make threats, are ya, pal? Now, let's get that nice chest of yours tied up." "No more rope, dickwad! OW!! That's tight!" "You know what, for a so-called tough guy you sure do whine a lot. Open up. "What's that for? Hell, no, no gag...get the hell away from...MMMPPPHHHHHH!!!!" "That's better...what a relief. Now to overlay some of this duct tape. It's blue.. matches your eyes." "MMMPPPFFFFHHHHHHHHH!!!!" "Oh, by the way, that magazine went out of business about six months ago. Damn, you look hot gagged up like that." "MMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHHHFFFHHH!!!"The EndCraig played by Stan Photography by SammyDate of Production: 03/03/2006 -
Out of the Blue by Fidelis
29 photos
Gus let his hand rest lightly on his belt. He didn’t think that he would even need to draw it, but you could never be sure with these punk gangbangers. There had been so many complaints from the new homeowners in this neighbourhood. They were buying up and refurbishing these old houses, and weren’t too happy when the punks broke in and started stealing both the old and valuable fixtures and leaded glass, as well as the new appliances that were going in. Gus had just seen a figure in a hoodie slip into this house – he was going to catch the little prick red-handed. Maybe that would get these rich assholes off the backs of the police. What did they expect? They were moving into a poor neighbourhood, gentrifying and kicking out the old inhabitants – there was bound to be trouble. But the law was the law – Gus wasn’t going to have a bunch of punks doing what they pleased on his beat.
Gus pushed at the front door – it slowly swung open. Hmm, this wasn’t a good sign. He tightened the grip on his XXXX. Maybe he should have called for back up. Naw, he wasn’t a raw rookie, he would be OK.
"This is the police. You are on….UGGGGGHHHH!"
Gus fell to the floor stunned. Something heavy and hard had slammed down on the back of his neck. He lay on the floor, temporarily unable to move. He grunted as someone kicked him in the ribs.
"Well, what have we got here? A nosy cop, I see. I guess this isn’t your day, copper."
"UNNNHHHHHH!"
Gus could only moan as his unknown assailant grabbed his belt and started dragging him across the filthy floor of the house. His right arm was totally without feeling – he tried to grab out with his left arm, but it was useless. He was being heaved about as if he was a sack of potatoes. He was pulled upright and his head slammed into something solid. Blackness descended as he slid to the floor, unconscious.
"UNNNGGGHNNOOOO!"
Gus shook his head. Whoever had been slapping his face had stopped. He tried to focus his eyes. For the moment, all that he could see was dusty floor, with a trail through the dust, as if something large and heavy had been dragged through the filth. It took him a moment to realize that he had been the object. He was on his knees, his legs in a very uncomfortable position beneath him. His hands were behind his back, something cold and metallic holding him in place against some sort of pole. Something nasty and sticky was covering his mouth.
"How does our neighbour beat cop, feel? A helluva lot better than you’ll be feeling in a few minutes. I can assure you of that. "
"HMMMPH! GGMMWHOMMTHEHELLMMMU!"
"Me? You want to know who little innocent old me is? I’m the neighbourhood XXXX maker, you dumb cluck. And you’ve stumbled into my lab. It is might inconvenient – I wasn’t planning on moving for weeks. You’ve really screwed up my plans, copper. Lucky that I’ve just finished brewing a batch."
"MMMUBASHTARD! GGMMMGONNAMMROTINGGJAIL…UGGMGLUMP!"
Greg’s gagged tirade was cut short.
"Jail? I don’t think so, copper. Who’s going to put me in jail? Not you, that’s for sure. Now, I could just blow your head off right now, but the sight of blood makes me fail faint. And it would be sooooo messy. No, I’ve got something much better in store for you."
Greg snarled through his gag and struggled against his cuffs, which were far too tight. They were already starting to cut off his circulation. If he could just reach his keys…
"No, no, copper. You aren’t going anywhere. How stupid do you think I am? Do you think that I would leave the key to your cuff in easy reach? Here it is, and….here it goes."
Greg heard a tiny clink as his captor tossed the key into the rubble of the half-renovated house. Damn, this wasn’t good. What did this guy mean – what better thing did he have in store for him? Having his head blown off wouldn’t be a good thing, but…what could be worse then that? No head meant dead. Greg could feel sweat trickling down his rib cage. He didn’t have a good feeling about the situation that he was in. He didn’t have long to wait to find how dire his dilemma was.
" I was planning on using this when I left this dump – there is nothing like a nice explosion and fire to cover one’s tracks. You’re just forcing me to use it prematurely. Just let me pack up my things and then I’ll set it up. Don’t worry, you won’t have long to wait."
"GGGMMMNNNOOOO! MUUCANTMMDOTHISM!"
Greg tried to lash out with his legs, which he had managed to straighten. He just missed his captor’s shins.
"You’re going to wish that you hadn’t done that, copper. Of course, you’re going to be blasted into bits in a very short period of time, but…you’ve just given an excuse to do this!"
"AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" Greg screamed in pain as the villain leaned over and grasped Greg’s groin with an incredibly strong hand. It felt as if a steel claw was crushing his nuts. Greg almost passed out with the pain. He could only watch through a blurry haze as his ankles and knees were taped up.
"There, no more kicking from the cop. Not that you have much more time to kick anyone. Let me see – half an hour should give me plenty of time to pack up and get out of here. It’s been nice knowing you officer – parting is such sweet sorrow and all of that crap, but I’ve got to get out of here, and you – why, bits of you should be scattered all over the neighbourhood in 30 minutes."
Greg struggled to his feet. He throw himself forward, hoping that the support to which he was cuffed would break. No such luck. When they built these big old houses, they built them to last. The wood didn’t even creak. OK, time to move on to plan two. He had an extra key to his cuffs hidden about his person – you never knew when an extra key would come in handy. He had been in such a rush this morning that he hadn’t had time to put it in its usual hiding place, but he knew that he had it. He had stuffed it into his pocket – he hoped that it hadn’t fallen out when he was dragged across the floor.
Darn, this wasn’t as easy as he had thought it would be. Greg strained his muscles, trying to get his rapidly numbing fingers into his pocket. He could just reach the inside of the pocket, but of course the key was at the bottom. Gingerly, he started pulling up the lining of the pocket with the tips of his fingers. He had to be careful; he didn’t want the key falling to the floor – if that happened he would be in really big trouble. Hmm, that was a dirty tissue – no good. Some change – no good. Ah, that felt like the key. Now if he could just get it out…Greg gave a sob of frustration as the key slipped back into his pocket. His fingers were getting both sweaty and numb. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but he knew that he didn’t have long to free himself.
AHA! He had it! Now all he had to do was unlock the cuffs. He had had training in doing this very thing in the academy, but never with his hands almost completely numb, and never when cuffed to a pole! Oh yes, he almost had it. He was so close to freeing himself…he heard a tiny click and one cuff fell open.
Greg tore frantically at the tape around his knees. His knife had disappeared from his duty belt; he had to use his bare hands to free himself. Damn, but this stuff was sticky and tough. He tore at it freeing first his knees and then his ankles. He started racing for the front door, not bothering to remove his gag. He was in no mood for chatting at the moment, and he had the horrible feeling that he didn’t have a moment to waste. He yanked the door open and stumbled onto the front steps. He heard a boom and then a whoosh as the force of the explosion blew him off the steps and into the shrubbery. Ha – the criminal had been foiled! Greg wasn’t in tiny little bits and he wasn’t going to rest until he had nailed the guy and made sure he spent the rest of his days rotting in jail.THE ENDGreg played by Chris
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 07/19/2005
-
Featured Update
A Day at the Park
19 photos; 6:16 video
Model: Cardoso
Photography by Marco Grieco
See More of Cordoso Here
Date of Production: 06/08/2024
Tags: ball gag, stripped, exposed, muscle, outdoors, shirtless, hairy
-
Featured Update
Purple Spandex
36 photos; 5:23 video
Model: Patrick AKA Tynan Fox
Rope Work by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/02/2025
Tags: Spandex, hog tie, plug gag, twink
-
Featured Update
Nothing But His Socks
30 photos; 3:30 video
Model: Dennis
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/04/2024
Tags: stuff gag, nude, nudity, socks, gagging, tattoos
-
Featured Update
Sore Dick Tied
25 photos; 5:00 video
Model: Gerard
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/29/2023
Tags: plug gag, nude, nudity, fondle, hog tie, stroke, bad guy, dominated
-
Featured Update
Pulling It
21 photos; 5:18 video
Model: Brian
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/11/2024
Tags: plug gag, otter, underwear, exposed, strip, socks, orgasm, fondle, grope, bad guy, hog tie
-
Featured Update
Tormenting Cody
20 photos; 5:35 video
Model: Cody Jonson
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/08/2024
Tags: spanking, cleave gag, nude, nudity, twink, bare foot, dominated, hog tie
-
Featured Update
Fresh Out of the Shower
29 photos; 3:33 video
Bound Guy played by Adrien Fowler
Intruder played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/05/2024
Tags: twink, underwear, hog tie, bad guy, socks, gagging, otm gag, stuff gag, bad guy, hand gag
-
Featured Update
Thought You Would Get Away?
25 photos; 3:27 video
Bound Guy played by Holden Cox
Bad Guy played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/04/2024
Tags: grabbed, hand gag, bad guy, frog tie, socks, escape, tape gag