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Model: Nicholas Armor Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 02/27/2018
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Model: Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/27/2017
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It had been such a long day. I was exhausted from work and my training for the upcoming marathon I had signed up for. It was for charity so the tedious training had made it all worth while. I trained for weeks to make sure I had a good showing at the marathon. Every muscle in my body ached from the constant strain and exercise. I was in the best shape of my life. My time got better every week, and I pushed myself to train harder as the big race came close. Placement determined how much money my charity got. I was well on my way in my training to get them the maximum possible. The only opponent in my path was a guy who opposed my charity and me, a conservative right wing family man who believed what I was and stood for was against his beliefs. I was out to prove him wrong. We crossed each other in the park, at the pool, on the bike trail. Every encounter with him made me train harder, nothing could stop me.
The day before the big marathon I doubled my training. I was the man to beat. Every facet of my well toned body told me so. I got home late and made sure I was well fueled for the next day. I was exhausted but pumped. A good nights rest would cap off this day, and I would be ready to pummel my competition.
I sat on the bed and decided to forgo a shower, I was too tired. I pulled off my shirt and shoes. I peeled off my sweat soaked socks and threw them on the floor. The cool air of the air conditioner massaged my bare feet. I lay down and crashed. A few hours into my sound XXXX I awoke to a desperate situation. My hands had been tightly bound behind my back.
In my half XXXX I thought this was just a dream, but as I tried to pull my hands up I realized this was the beginning of a nightmare. I searched my bedroom to try and focus in on who had done this, from the shadows a masked man appeared. “What the hell is going on”, I screamed. “Be quiet”, he yelled. In my fear and uncertainty I complied. I lay on my bed, my wrists aching from the tight grasp of the rope. I pulled and struggled hoping to free myself and give this stranger a good fight. The tight knots were unrelenting, I feared what was next.
I pondered his next step. I could no longer keep quiet. “What do you want”, I screamed. “I want you to shut the fuck up”, he yelled. Again I complied, but this time he was taking nothing to chance. In the shadows I heard a loud tear and in a moment my lips were sealed. The strong smell of adhesive filled my nose. He plastered duct tape across my mouth. The silver tape gagged me good. “MMMPPPPHHH”, I yelped. It was no use my lips were pressed together as if one. I should have just kept quiet.
I watched as he approached me with more rope. What was next? He XXXX my sweaty feet together and bound them. I fought against him but it made him angrier. He pulled my ankles tighter together and knotted the rope like an expert boy scout. He moved to my knees and wrapped rope tightly around them. “MMMPPPHHH”, I exclaimed through my taped mouth. He was finished. All my strength and training could not free me from my binds. I lay bound and gagged hoping he would leave.
He approached me once again, this time to humiliate me. He pulled at my tight shorts struggling to yank them down. He struggled against the tight fabric until he was able to expose my bare ass for whoever found me, with this he was gone. I fought and pulled at my tight bindings. It was no use. The next morning the maid found me. The humiliation was quieted by my relief of freedom. I made it to the marathon and won, but to this day the police have no leads on my captor.
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Model: Ryan Rockford Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/19/2009
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Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/07/2018
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Model: Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/06/2018
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Army: Ron Jeffries
Navy: Tommy Gunn
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/14/2017
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Model: Marcus
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/19/2006
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Model: Matt
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/20/2010
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Be Careful who you owe money to.
The Jock played by Dante
The Thug played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/11/2018
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Model: Remy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/15/2017
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Bound Boi played Marko
Finder played by Remy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/08/2017
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Model: Craig
Photography by Caitiff
Special Thanks to JMZ
Date of Production: 04/10/2010
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Luke Reynolds cursed himself for getting into the predicament he was in. In his third year at All State University, he had taken part in hazing rookies and other players on the
football team. But this year, he was the star receiver for the team. And each year the new stars of the team were in for special treatment at the hands of their teammates and
others. Last year, Luke had helped in the hazing of Tommy Victrola. Tommy had been left tied, gagged, and buck-naked at the mercy of the sisters of Delta Gamma Delta.
Although later, Tommy had not complained of the way the good sisters treated him. Luke let his curses subside, thinking that he would be as lucky as Tommy. If only he
knew…
You see, Luke was not like Tommy. Where Tommy was modest and kind to all, Luke revealed in the attention his exploits on the field garnered him, and he treated anyone,
who was not a jock like he was, with derision and contempt. One such person was Charlie Sampson.
Charlie was the equipment manager for the football team. Charlie was a straight A student, who worked for the team as part of his scholarship. He wasn’t much of an athlete, and Luke never let him forget that. Luke constantly ordered Charlie around, demanding that his pads, cleats, and uniform be ready the moment he set foot in the locker-room.
One day, Luke stayed late after practice, he spied Charlie sniffing the dirty jockstraps of the players in the laundry. Poor Charlie! Luke tormented him thereafter, using every
homophobic slur imaginable. All this accomplished, though, was tremendous sympathy for Charlie from the other football players. Many were more enlightened than Luke, and, besides, Charlie helped them all with their schoolwork. The players had decided that, when it came time for Luke’s hazing, they would not give him a hazing similar to Tommy Victrola’s.
So one day after practice, while Luke was still in his scrimmage pants and had donned a mesh jersey, a group of players quickly grabbed him from behind, handcuffing his
arms behind him, pulled a hood over Luke so he could not see where he was going.
Amid his muffled cries of “What the hell are you doing?” and his struggling, the players hustled Luke out of the locker room and into the trunk of a waiting car. Using a circuitous route to their destination in order to confuse Luke more, the group could hear
Luke kicking at the trunk and demanding to be let go. Once at their destination, the players popped the trunk, and Luke’s cries for release grew louder. They bundled him into a house and rushed him to the basement. Once there, they put masks on to hide their identities and pulled the hood from Luke’s head. At first, the bright light blinded him
and Luke was a tad unhinged by his XXXX, but he soon returned to his cocky self, demanding that the handcuffs be taken off him. “Not so fast, Luke,” answered one of his captors. “Yeah, you need to be taken down a peg or two,” said another.
“Taken down a peg? What the hell do you mean? Oh…I see. This is my haze night.
What sorority have you brought me to? Hope it’s Rho Psi Rho Those girls have big jugs!!”
“You’ll soon find out,” Luke was told.
“Is that you, Johnny? Hey, who are you guys? Why the masks?”
One of the captors pushed Luke to his knees. “Never mind who we are. And that’s enough talking from you,” the tallest of the captors said. Taking a jock from his pocket, he tossed it and a roll of blue duct tape to one of the other guys and said, “Stuff the jock
in his mouth and tape it in. Make sure he won’t be disturbing anyone.”
“Hey, wait a minute, that’s not necess…MMMPPPHHHMMPPPHH!!!!”
Luke soon realized the jock was not freshly laundered, but had been worn. He crinkled his nose in disgust and gagged at the foul taste of it. But all that he could elicit in protest
was “MMMMGGGRRRMMMMPPPPHHHHH!!!
GGGGRRRRRMMMMPPPHHH!!!”
“Luke, you are not a nice guy. You treat others like dirt. And you give the team a bad rap! So we thought we’d let one of the persons, who’s been the object of your mistreatment, to exact his revenge on you.”
“WHMMAAPPPTHH?” Luke tried to demand. And as he attempted to rise, one of his
captors took hold of his right leg and twisted it over his left. Luke sat back and looked with some dread at them.
His look turned to surprise, when he heard the front door of the house open. Luke twisted around as he heard footsteps grow heavier as they neared the top of the stairs to the basement. Twisting further around and staring upwards, Luke listened as his
captors continued, “One of those people is Charlie. You know Charlie the Equipment Manager, don’t you,
Luke? You don’t like him, but for some god dang reason, he still thinks he’d like to play with you for an evening!”
“MMPPWHAAMMPPPHHTTT?” Charlie??? Luke’s mind went into overdrive trying to figure out what that meant. And then it dawned on him…
Luke began to plead with his captors. “MMMCOMMMPPHH ONPPHH!!”
“LETHMMPPHH MME GOPH!!” “”PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!” He tried to beg with them but his words were only muffled grunts, inaudible to them. But they had an inkling to what he was trying to say!
“You’re a homophobic jerk, Luke. And it’s about time we called you on it. Charlie’s a good guy. There’s no reason to treat like you do.”
Another of his captors continued, as Luke struggled in vain, “What better way to teach you a lesson, than to let Charlie have his way with you for the night. One of us will stay behind to record the event for posterity. So, just in case you decide to retaliate against
Charlie after you’re set free, the prospect of having the pictures sent over the net to everyone at All State U will keep you in line!”
Just then, Charlie came bounding down the stairs and saw Luke all tied up and gagged in one corner.
“We have a present for you, Charlie! Wrapped nice and tight. And he won’t give you much lip!!!”
Charlie stared in lascivious wonder at the football god before him.
“Gee! Thanks guys!!! I don’t know where to start.” Charlie answered as he caressed Luke’s butt that looked so inviting in his tight football pants. All Luke could do was moan….
“MMMMMMMPPPPPHHHNNNOOOONNNNOOOOOOMMMMPPPPHHH!!”
He was in for a long night ahead!
The End
Charlie played by Ryan Rockford
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/01/2009
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Model: Jay Model : Ryan Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 10/12/2008
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Model: Jon Storm Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 02/09/2018
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Model: Beau Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 01/23/2018
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It was just like any other day for Bobby. He work at a local warehouse. He got up, went to work, went home and repeated. It wasn't the most glamorous life but it was an honest living. However, little did Bobby know, today was going to be different.
Bobby began his normal routine at work. Worked his full eight hours and was about to leave when his boss stopped him.
“Hey buddy.” His boss said. “We just got a huge shipment in and I need you to stay and put the shipment away. It's an important shipment that is going to bag the company a quarter of a million dollars in profit. So I need my best man on the job. Thanks man. I appreciate it.” His boss patted him on the shoulder and walked away before Bobby could give a yes or no answer.
Bobby couldn't believe it. All his co-workers had gone home and he was going to have to put this shipment away on his own, but at least he would get paid overtime. So he went back to work. It was a lot of boxes with a baby face on the front and had printed on
it “Nursery Purified Water”. “How could water bag the company all this money?” he
thought to himself. Bobby shrugged off the thought and went back to work.
Just then four guys with ski masks covering their faces busted into the warehouse. They spotted Bobby. He wasn't about to lose his life for this
job, so he threw his hands in the air. One of the men moved towards him. “Just do as we say and you wont get hurt. Now turn around.”
Bobby did as he was told. He wasn't about to lose his life for a job. The man pulled
Bobby's arms behind his back and began tying his hands. After finishing with his hands, the man pulled out more rope to bind his arms at this side.
Meanwhile the other men began taking out all the boxes of “water”. “We are going to help a lot of people with the money we make selling these stolen jewels, aren't we boss?” one of the men said.
“Jewels? I thought it was bottles of water.” Bobby said.
“Yeah, your boss thought we wouldn't find out if he disguised the packages. Sorry about this but,” the man said, “I cant have you screaming for help.” He then gagged Bobby with a cleave gag followed by a blindfold. He then XXXX Bobby to the ground so we could tie his feet. Round and round the rope went, securing Bobby in place. One more rope was connected to his feet and wrapped behind his neck to safely put Bobby in a front facing hogtie. “Now by the sound of it, you didn't know your boss was crooked. So if you ever decide to work work for a more noble job, gimme a call.” The man slipped a card into Bobby's pocket.
“Alright boss, we got all the boxes loaded up.” one of the men said.
“Good. Lets get out of here.” the leader of the group said, “Don't worry, the janitor will be here in a couple of hours. He will free you if you don't get out by then. That should give you some time to think about my offer.”
Bobby heard footsteps leaving the building followed by a door shutting. He couldn't
believe his boss is crooked and now he was alone in the warehouse, tied up and the
janitor wasn't due for a couple of hours. He struggled against the ropes. Rolled around, trying to get out. However the only thing he was able to do was get the rope off that was behind his head, that put him in the hogtie, off. The ropes that bound his hands were
tied to well though. And so Bobby laid there, waiting. It was going to be a long couple of hours.
Bobby sure didn't want to be working for a crook, so he decided that after this, he was going to take the modern day Robin Hood up on his offer. So after trying to get out, Bobby laid there and waited for help to arrive.
The End.
Model: Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:02/08/2013
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Obediently, Hector stood in place. His hands had been tied securely by a tight yellow rope, and the slack was looped around a ring in the wall like a leash. He knew he was not going to get get loose his brother Hal was an expert when it came to knots. Ocassionaly he would kneel down to rest his legs but when he knelt down he had to raise his arms because there was not enough slack to let him sit comfortably. His bother had thought of that to. Sit, stand he could do neither very long or very comfortbly. He waited patiently soon Sammy would arrive and then the fun could begin. Almost as if thinking about him was a summoning Sammy walked in holdng a camera and a duffle bag full of more rope and other bondage accesories. Sammy and Hal talked in hushed tones occasionally glancing over their shoulders at Hector. "Alright lets get started", smiled Sammy. Hector stood barely able to contain his excitement. His shoots for WWW.BOUNDGUYS.COM were always fun. Hal unleashed Hector from the wall and led him to the bedroom. Sammy was busy setting out more rope, and checking his camera. While Hal began gathering up more coils of rope and binding his little brother. Firt he used the make shift leash to securely tie Hector's hands to his chest. After that Hal ordered Hector to kneel on the bed. Hal quickly gagged is brother then began binding his feet. Hetor bit into the gag as his brother lashed his feet together with more rope provided by Sammy. The ropes were so tight that he could hardly move around and struggle once he was securely tied. Sammy had started taking pictures and the bright flash made the room dance around. Hector strained and struggled and pulled against he tight ropes and they bit deeper into his skin. He twisted and writhed and tried and failed to extricate himself from them. Occasionaly Sammy would bark and ordr from behind the dazzling flash of the camera and Hector strived to obey as best he could. He had always enjoyed being bound and gagged. Finally he lay exhausted on the bed a thin sheen of sweat covering him. "Hmm, not bad" said Sammy "but it looks like he needs a little more motivation to really struggle." Hector's eyes got a little wider. He knew what was coming next. Why had he told Sammy that he was ticklish. "Hal, if you could go help your brother out", smiled Sammy. Hal started laughing "Sure." Hector glared at his brother as he closed in on him. "Don't worry little bro. Better you then me I always say."
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Nathan came up from his workout. The college wrestling champ worked out every night before dinner. It was a long workout. And Nathan was sore. “No pain, no gain.” He went to the frig and got some water. His roommate and team mate and best friend, Roger, was looking at his computer, and laughing his head off.” “Watch you watching?” Nathan asked. “This is so stupid. Take a look.” Nathan came up behind Roger. “That is fucked.” Roger was watching some college school kid in a youtube video called “Bound Wrestling.” This kid was all tied up from his waist up, his arms tied behind his back, he hands tied, ropes circling his chest, gagged with tape, surrounded by three of his team mates, and was kicking himself free from their moves against him. “That fucking kid is good. What do you think, he is like 19 or something, bound and gagged and still can kick the shit out of his buddies,” Roger observed. “Don’t think I could do that, what about you?” “Fuckin yeah,” Nathan said. “I was tied up so many times by my older brothers when I was a kid and they would try to beat the shit out of me. I always kicked through.” “Did you get out.” “Yup, every time.” “They probably did not want to hurt you, like tied you up like a sissy girl” “They roped the shit out of me. Wanna see? Go ahead, bind me like that kid.” Roger smiled. He had wanted to tie up his roommate for a year. “Well, there is some rope in the garage. Let me get it!” Nathan was still wearing his singlet when he presented his arms for a roping. “You can make it as fuckin tight as you want.” Nathan added as Roger returned with rope and tape. He stuffed a rag into Nathan’s mouth and taped it shut. He grabbed his arms, crossed his wrists and bound his hands behind his back. Nathan liked the feel of the rope. It made him feel tough – like when he was a teen. Roger did some roping around his arms and torso and checked his hands. “There. Beat the shit out of me.” Nathan began to play the part of a kick boxer and shot his kicks against Roger, who darted around the room. Nathan began to sweat at this bound workout. He just missed Roger when he lost his balance, and fell to the floor. He got into a sitting position – breathing heavy from the workout. Roger jumped him, put his legs into a scissors lock, and tightly bound his ankles. Nathan began to grunt in his gag. “Let me see you get out of that!” Nathan began to squirm and struggle against his bounds as Roger got a beer, sat back and taunted him. “Thought you could break out of anything?” Fuck you,” Nathan mpiffed as he fought the ropes. “Can’t get out?” Let me help you. Nathan expected Roger to begin to untie him and the cold beer looked very inviting, when Roger grabbed some more rope and began to hogtie his feet to his wrists. “Does this help?” he taunted his friend as he tightly bound him. Nathan realized he was in deep shit. There was no way out. He looked at Roger. Roger just sat back. “Anything – my ass. Have a good night bound and gagged.” Nathan was left roped like a steer, struggling like a madman. Finally, exhausted, he stopped. “It’s going to be a fucking long night,” he figured. End Nathen played by Holden Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 07/19/2007
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The BlackMailer by Caitiff There he lay on my couch, the little punk. He had been so smug and secure, thinking he could black mail me. But now he was the one XXXX out. I handcuffed him to the railing. I tied his feet to the other side. He would be all stretched with only that flimsy cover all between me and my revenge. He stirred a bit. I was ready for that. I took out a nice thick plug gag. I shoved it into his mouth, latching it behind his neck as tightly as I could. He wouldn’t be able to talk or spit it out. He opened his eyes. He shifted, not realising what had happened to him. Once he felt the ropes around his feet and the hand cuffs around his hands he began to struggle. It was futile of course. But it made me happy to see him slowly realise how fucked he was. “Mmmmm?! Mmpphh mmm Mmmaaphammm!”, He tried threatening me at first. Then I could tell he was begging through the gag. I just smiled. I undid the zipper on his cover all. He went commando so all I had to do was strip him down. I exposed his chest, his nice flat stomach and then I saw the beginnings of his pubes. “Mmmm! MmMMM!”, He renewed his struggling and moaning. He had thought he would get the better of me. Now he was my new toy. I could do whatever I wanted to him. I tied his dick to the railing. He wouldn't move too much now. “I decided instead of money I would give you something else instead.” I said as I pulled out his throbbing cock and began to stroke. I began slowly and then sped up. Then slowed down when he was on the edge. The slowed down again. He moaned, “Mmmmmm... mmmmpphh...” in frustration and anger. I would continue this, breaking him slowly. I would keep him on the edge until he begged me to let him get off. I would make him beg to do to him whatever I wanted. He would learn to never cross me again. The End The Black Mailer Floyd Fitz Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:07/09/2012
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Bound Guy played by Cody Jonson
Bad Guy played by Brian
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/06/2024
Tags: nude, hog tie, twink, bad guy, fondled, underwear, stuff gag, tape gag
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Model: Brian
Photography by Brian
Date of Production: 05/06/2024
Tags: gagging, stuff gag, OTM gag, hog tie
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Model: Big Bad Woofs
Photography by Marco Grieco
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Date of Production: 05/29/2024
Tags: bear, jock, tape
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Intern played by Kona
Bad Guy played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/25/2024
Tags: tape gag, suit, bad guy, dominated, gagging, socks
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Model: Lucas
Photography by Marco Grieco
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Date of Production: 11/08/2022
Tags: cleave gag, shirtless, outdoors, muscle
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First Bound Guy played by Jean LeFaun
Second Bound Guy played by Trixster
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Photography: 01/27/2024
Tags: nude, nudity, cleave gag, double, back to back, bare foot
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Model: Rhett Tucker
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/28/2024
Tags: Shirtless, tattoos, plot, gagging, hand gag, cleave gag, tape gag, chair tie, jeans
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Model: Andy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/27/2024
Tags: muscle, nude, bare foot, tape gag, dominated, bad guy, groped, butt, hairy