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Nude
28 photos
Model: Andre Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 09/18/2004 -
Playing Around
24 photos; 4:47 video
Model: Simon
Model: Ryan
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 02/01/2009 -
SideKick Trouble by Soft Touch
28 photos
You can call me Patch. I am in the recovery business. Mostly I recover things that have been stolen from other people, but today I was trying to recover a friend that had been stolen from me. Kerry was only eighteen, but he was a wizard with computers and other electronic gadgets, and he had already saved my bacon more than once. Now it was my turn to save him.
Somehow the Marder Net Gang had put the snatch on Kerry. This was probably because we figured that it was the Marder Net Gang who had stolen the Sword of Fafnir that we were trying to recover for a client. That meant that they were probably holding Kerry in one of two places. This was the first place; an abandoned house on the edge of the city where the Marder Net often did business.
Getting into the house hadn't been any kind of a problem. The door wasn't locked and there didn't appear to be anyone on guard so I slipped inside. The old house was kind of spooky and so quiet I could hear my own heart beating louder that my quiet footsteps. I checked all through the downstairs and the upstairs without even finding a clue. Then I moved on up into the old attic. That was a mistake. No sooner did I come through the attic door, than I heard the quiet pffut of a hidden air-XXXX and I felt a sharp pain down in my thigh. Then I only had time to look down and see a feathered dart sticking into my trousers before the whole room started spinning around me and then the floor rushed up to hit me hard in the head.
The next thing I knew I was lying on an old couch and feeling weak as a kitten. Whatever XXXX they'd put on that dart had left my whole body feeling pins and needles and it took me a few moments to realize that tight coils of rope were now holding my wrists together behind my back and more coils of rope were hugging my arms tightly to my chest. Whoever had done this didn't want me to complain about it because my tongue could feel some kind of rag that had been stuffed into my mouth and my lips were aching from several strips of silver duct tape that were now pinching them together.
Then I looked up to see a big ugly man with a deep scar under one eye standing over me. It was Marder himself!
“I tried to warn you Patch,” Marder growled down at me. “That Sword of Fafnir will bring me and my gang enough cash to retire on. If you or your young sidekick tries to interfere in that again I’m going to have to break my rules about killing people.”
Marder dug his big fingers into my hair and yanked my head back until I had tears running down from my eye. “Understand…?”
I grunted into the wad of cloth that was swelling up inside my mouth.
“Good,” Marder grinned down at me with a smile that twisted his twisted face even more. “But, just so you don’t forget, we're going to be taking curious Kerry with us. If we see you or any cops before we get a chance to sell that sword, I’m going to be testing its sharp blade on his tender skin. You got that?”
I nodded and made some agreeing sounds into the choking gag.
Then two of Marder’s henchmen pushed me back on the couch and quickly wrapped up my thighs and my ankles in more tight coils of rope to make sure that I wouldn't be following them too quickly. Then I got one brief gXXXXse of a bound and gagged and frightened Kerry as the two henchmen hurried him out of the attic and down the stairs. Then Marder gave me a fake salute and followed them out. Once again the old house got really quiet and spooky.
Pride and anger took over my body first and made me struggle and strain against the tight ropes that were keeping me from following Marder and rescuing my friend Kerry and I guess I wasted a lot of time doing that before my brain finally caught up with my body. I'd never escape this way. I had to get to my car.
But my car was two flights of stairs down and then across the back yard. Oh well, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, or in my case, a single hop.
Struggling and straining and wheezing into the soggy cloth that was spreading my teeth, I somehow managed to get up on my feet. Then it took all of my concentration to maintain my balance as I hopped and then hopped again toward the attic door. Somehow I made it. Then –
I only fell twice while hopping down the tricky stairs so you could say that I hopped part of the way and fell the rest of the way. The sound of my falling worried me more than the bumps and bruises the falls gave me. What if Marder left someone behind to make sure that I didn't leave? What if the guard heard my clumsy body falling down the stairs?
So when I got down to the kitchen I paused for several moments to listen to the old house, but all I heard were the normal creaks and groans that told me that I was alone. Then I hopped toward the kitchen door, getting better at this with practice, until I could wrap my fingers around the doorknob. The knob turned easily and the door opened.
Now I just had to make it to my car where I always kept a sharp knife under the driver’s seat. And all the way I said a silent prayer for a frightened Kerry not to worry, Patch was on his way. And this time I would make sure that Marder didn't outsmart me.THE ENDPatch played by Johnny
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 05/11/2005
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Shutting Him Up
20 photos; 5:22 video
Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 01/18/2019 -
Make a Break by Nick007
21 photos; 3:24 video
It had been a long hard day at the office for Steve. He was on salary pay so his job made him work more than 60 hours a week. However it was finally the weekend and he could finally get some rest. So when the clock struck five, he busted out the door only to get stuck in rush hour traffic. Today's traffic was particularly bad. With the accidents on the road, it took him two hours to make a 30 minute drive home. “Can this day get any worse?” Steve asked himself. This is a question no one in the human race should ask themselves, as Steve was about to find out. Steve drove up into his driveway, parked the car, and walked up to the front door. With the turn of the key, Steve was back in his house. Immediately he noticed his house in shambles and things missing. “You have got to be kidding me!” Steve yelled as he walked to the phone to call 911. Just as he reached for the phone, he was tackled to the ground from behind. He struggled against his assailant but to no avail. Soon Steve was sitting there with his hands tied behind his back, staring at a masked man. He tied to kick the robber but the robber was too quick and wrapped coil upon coil around Steve's ankles. Then Steve tried to yell out for help but was stopped by a knotted bandanna being shoved into his mouth and tied behind his head. “Now, now. We don't want none of that, do we?” the thief said. “You have some great stuff here and I appreciate you buying it all so I could take it.” Then to add insult to injury, the thief added even more rope around Steve's chest, making it harder to move. “Mmmppph!!!” Steve tried to make any noise to be heard by anyone who might be passing by. The thief gave Steve a pat on the head and went back to his looting. Steve began struggling as hard as he could to get out of the ropes. Slowly but surely he inched his way up off the floor and onto the couch, just in time to watch the robber walk to the front door with Steve's brand new laptop. “Top of the line piece of hardware you used to own!” The burglar gloated. “Well thanks for the great stuff! It's going to catch me a pretty penny!” And with a wave to his prisoner, he walked out the door never to be seen again. Steve struggled even harder, this time to stand up and hop towards the door. He leaned forward trying to get his hands up to the door handle so he could go outside and try to get someone to help him. That's when he lost his balance and fell to the floor. He was back to square one. 'It's going to be a long night' he thought. Moral of the story: Never ever in a million years, ask yourself if thing could get any worse!The End. Model: Garretjan Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:04/11/2013 -
Stripped to Boxers
20 photos; 4:04 video
Model: Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 12/16/2009
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In the Dark by Jake
15 photos
"Ok, just one more shot." Caitiff said for the hundredth time as far as Lewis was concerned. There was always another "one more shot". But Lewis couldn't bitch too much. Not that he didn't want to bitch but he needed the money pretty badly. So Lewis kept his mouth shut while Caitiff bound his body in more ways then Lewis knew he could bend, abusing his poor bondage model. Little did Lewis know just how much abuse Caitiff was about to dole out. "God it's late. Ok, this is what we are gonna do. Let's take a little break, get some XXXX and start fresh in the morning. You don't mind hanging around here a while longer, do you." "Yeah, sure." Lewis said sarcastically, not believing for a minute that Caitiff meant for him to literally hang around all night as he was, arms bound to the rafters. Unfortunately, that's was exactly what Caitiff had meant. "Cool. You're a sport. That saves me the trouble of retying you the same way tomorrow. Night." And to Lewis' shock and XXXX, Caitiff flipped off the lights and went straight to the couch and fell right to XXXX. What the fuck! Ok, Lewis knew Caitiff had a bit of a sadist streak in him, the guy loved tying other guys up in really uncomfortable positions. But there was no way in hell Lewis was going to hang by his bound arms all night from the rafters! "Uh excuse me! Hello?! " Lewis said but he was answered by Caitiff's snores. "Hey! Wake up! I want to be untied now!" "Uhh, what?! Oh for crying out loud, how can a guy get any XXXX with you making all that noise!, screamed Caitiff as he flipped on the lights again. Well, if you want me to shut up, you know what you better do, don't you?" "I sure do." Caitiff slapped a few strips of blue tape over Lewis' mouth. "Mmmmphff!" "There you go. You're hardly the first bondage model of mine to start bugging me while I'm trying to XXXX."And with that, the lights got turned off again, leaving Lewis to struggle int he dark. "Mmmmff mmmm!" Lewis grunted furiously but it did little good. He was stuck. The knots on the ropes binding his hands were all out of reach. Nor could he get any slack to try to slip his hands free. And with the tape gag, Lewis had lost the last bit of freedom he had. All he could now was stand there, trussed up, gagged and naked. At least the heat was on. Lewis suddenly noticed Caitiff peering at him through half closed eyes. He wasn't aXXXX at all! Caitiff had been staring at Lewis as he struggled and grunted. He was getting off on seeing Lewis naked and tied up. That bastard! Caitiff gave Lewis a wink before really going to bed, having gotten his release long before Lewis was going to get his. And still he hadn't seen fit to untie his poor model! it took several hours but somehow Lewis was able to fall aXXXX while standing up. Just in time for Caitiff to wake him up. "Ok, I'm feeling a lot more energetic now. Ready to do the rest of the shoot?" The End Lewis played by Himself Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/07/2003 -
Groped
23 photos; 6:27 video
Model: Chad
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 04/12/2013 -
Caught Up by Gilroy
24 photos; 4:38 video
Rob had had a bad week. He had laid off everyone in his company right before he had been XXXX. His employees had apparently been less then eager to pay the ransom. Rob had spent a week ina dirty warehouse, tied up and gagged while hisXXXXs abused him to pass the time. Fortunately Rob’s XXXXs had tired of waiting but instead of doing anything rash, they simply left him alone. Confident enough to work on getting free, Rob finally got himself free several hours later when he manage dot pull the pipe he was cuffed too loose and phone the cops. Rob was glad he had fired all those sons of bitches. But now he was all alone in the office, trying to get the last of the paperwork done. Well, not entirely alone. Five guys in ski masks were right here with him. Fuck. Not again. The men grabbed Rob and in a case of deja vue, tied his ass up. His hands were bound his back and arms close ot his chest. Then rope was used to bind Rob’s ankle’s and knees together. Rob winced as his balls got squashed between his legs. “Unph!” Apparently even the smallest grunt was too much noise because Rob was gagged with a cloth in his mouth. Rob could only sit there while the men ran sacked the office. “Mmmpphh! Rob could tell these were not the same guys as before. In fact they seemed kind of familiar. When the men went off to search another room, Rob took his chance. He had no wish to be bound and gagged for another week. Rob jumped to his bound feet and began to bunny hop over to the window. Unfortunately he had trouble balancing and fell hard on the floor. Hearing the noise, the men rushed back in to see Rob squirming on the floor. “It’s not here.” One of the men said.
“What about him? Should we ungag him. Ask him where it is?”, another asked.“No, We take him with us. I want some alone time with this ass hole anyway.” a third replied. Rob was hauled up and carried up to the garage downstairs. There he was unceremoniously dumped into the trunk of a waiting car. To Be Continued Rob played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:08/23/2012
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Nightmare-TOP SECRET by SoftTouch
25 photos
Sometimes a thing can happen to you so fast that it is over before you know that it is happening to you. That was the way it was with me.
One minute I was walking my post outside the Special Munitions Bunker, the next thing I knew there were people in front of me, and people behind me, and everybody was grabbing me, and taking things from me, and covering my mouth and covering my eyes.
I don’t mind telling you that I was scared. First off, none of these people had any faces, just these scary dark masks where their heads were supposed to be. And none of them were the least bit gentle when they grabbed my weapon and stripped off my cartridge belt.
And they were fast, very fast! By the time I figured out that maybe I should call somebody for help, there was already tape plastered over my mouth, and over my eyes, and twisting my arms up behind me.
“Give us any trouble and you eat a bullet,” a scary voice whispered into my ear.
Then strong hands grabbed me on either side and started dragging me off to I don’t know where. I didn't try to fight them. There were too many. Besides I was just a little bit curious to find out what they wanted.
We walked for I don’t know how far, and took turns this way and that way until I didn't know which way was the way we came. And then all of a sudden we stopped.
Rough hands pushed me down onto my knees and then somebody ripped that sticky tape off of my eyes. Even the dim light way down here in the bottom of the bunker was too bright for my eyes so I had to blink a couple of times before I could see anything at all. And then I saw them!
They were all moving around so it was hard to tell just how many there were, but that didn't matter. What mattered was where they were all moving around. Those pink and baby blue stripes around that olive green blunt bullet of a bomb over there were unlike any other markers down here. That was the Horny Bomb!
The Horny Bomb was the latest top secret development in non-violent warfare. You see, it wasn't the kind of bomb that exploded. It was the kind that came down to a certain height and then sprayed this really fine mist all over whatever was down below.
And the second that mist touched your skin, your body became instantly horny and you had to stop whatever you were doing because all you could think about was to find something, anything to fuck. I couldn't let them have that!
A big boot slammed into my shoulder and XXXX me down onto the dusty ground. “Don’t get any ideas, Hero!” a nasty voice snarled at me.
Then all I could do was to wiggle around in the dirt and try my best to somehow work my hands free from that sticky tape. But it wasn't happening, and then –
“You're a real wiggle-worm, aren't you Hero?” the Ugly Mask snarled down at me. “Well, we can give you something else to think about!”
Call me stupid, but I had no idea of what he was talking about. But there was nothing I could do to stop him while he and his masked friends grabbed my feet and began wrapping me up in some more of that sticky tape. Then they just grabbed me by my collar and dragged my body over by this big beam. More and more tape was wrapped around my chest until me and that big beam were really close together.
“There, that'll hold you,” Ugly Mask snarled. Then he blew a whistle and all of his masked friends started pushing four of those big bomb trolleys and four big Horny Bombs up the ramp out of the bunker. And when they were gone –
“Hey Hero, look over here.” Ugly Mask snarled.
Over near the empty space where the Horny Bombs used to be, Ugly Mask was standing with what looked like a big glass globe attached to one of those little digital clocks, and the clock was ticking down. Worse than that, there were pink and baby blue stripes all around the bottom of that glass globe and I knew what it was.
That was one of the Demonstrators they used. Each Demonstrator had enough of that horny mist inside to make a dozen people really horny.
But there wasn't going to be a dozen people down here because Ugly Mask had already slapped another piece of that sticky tape over my eyes and now he was already laughing and waving bye-bye to me as he hurried up the ramp and now there was just me.
And I could hear that little clock ticking down – tic-tic-tic….
I had to stop that clock somehow!
I struggled and I strained, but that sticky tape still held me tight.
Any second now that globe was going to break, and I knew that I was going to be so horny, and I knew that I was all alone down here, and I knew—
“Johnson…! Johnson, wake up! If I have to call you one more time you're going on report!” I knew that voice. That was my Sergeant’s voice.
I opened my eyes and saw all of the guys around my bed laughing at me because of the way my blanket and sheet was all wrapped around me so that I couldn't get loose.
“Johnson,” my Sergeant said “We're going to have to see about getting you some time off so you can get into town. You can't do none of that horny stuff around here.”THE ENDJohnson played by Andre
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 03/11/2004 -
The Grunt by Nick007
32 photos; 6:50 video
The Grunt by Nick007 For months now, Rex has been trying to join the army. First he couldn't join because of unpaid parking tickets. So he took the time to get those cleared off his record. Then he had to go through physical after physical. After what seemed like the millionth physical, his recruiter finally told him he was ready to join, and gave him his camouflage uniform. He told Rex to be ready at 0500 hours and be at the rendezvous point by 0600 hours. Eager to please and start his new life, Rex was at the rendezvous point at 5:45 am, civilian time. No one seemed to have shown up yet. As he stood in front of the door to the building behind him, he decided to stand at attention, in hopes of getting a few extra brownie points. Rex was kind of a teachers pet, so he was always trying to get ahead by sucking up. He used every bit of focus he had on standing at attention, that he did not even hear the door behind him open. That's when it hit him, and by “it” I mean a lead pipe. He was XXXX out before he even hit the ground. His XXXX body was dragged into the building by his unknown assailant. He awoke several hours later in a daze. His hands were tied behind his back and he seemed to be blindfolded with some kind of tape. He tried to scream but thick layers of duck tape covered his mouth preventing any other noises but grunts. More rope pinned down his arms to his sides. He tried to stand up but, alas, whoever did this to him tied his feet together and his knees too. Rex rolled around on the floor trying to get out, grunting heavily at his predicament. He wasnt so much mad that he's been XXXX, but that he went through all this trouble to join the Army and now he was not going to get to join. Even if he got out, the Army does not take very kindly to being late.Rex heard the sound of a door opening and closing a moment later. He grunted loudly trying to get whoever opened the door's attention. Footsteps slowly could be heard walking towards him. He felt a hand on his face that was slowly peeling off the tape over his eyes. As focus slowly came back to his eyes, he did not recognize the man standing over him. Rex's eyes begged the man to untie him. “Bet you thought you were bound for the military, huh son?” the man asked. “Looks like the Recruiter found us a nice one.” Rex noticed another man standing in the corner smoking a cigarette. “But now you're just bound. Ha ha!” the man gloated above Rex. “Don't worry. You're still going away to a military type place, just not to the military. More like a military compound in Colombia. You'll work all day and be put through hell to toughen you up. Then XXXX to guard your position to protect the shipments. So you see, it's basically exactly what you signed up for.” “Well until the boss uses you for his sick pleasures.” the other man mumbled. “Oh it's not that bad, dude. You dont mind being put in a french maid's outfit and XXXX to dust, are you?” Rex muffled through the gag as loud as he could. “Sounds like a yes to me!” the man said. “Now you stay here. We're going to the van ready to transport you.”The two men laughed as they walked out the door. This sent Rex into a scared state. He was no longer mad about not being able to join the military. His only thought was focused on getting out. He struggled against the ropes, despite the fact that struggling made the rope's knots tighter. He scooted over to the wall and hoisted himself up. He looked around the room trying to find anything to cut the ropes with. The room was basically empty though. He hopped over to the other side of the room. The wall on that side was unfinished and there were metal beams sticking out. One of the beams had a sharp edge to it. He leaned up against it and began rubbing the rope against it. It took a few minutes but his work paid off. His hands were free. He quickly untied all of the ropes and when he was finally free of all the ropes, he ran to the window on the other side of the room, opened it up, climbed out, and climbed down the fire escape as fast as he could. The two men walked back into the room and saw that their prisoner had escaped. The smiles they had on their faces, for doing a good job, quickly disappeared. “DAMN IT! Not again! We just got promoted from French Maid! ” The End.
Grunt played by REX Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 12/20/2013 -
Pillar of the Community
19 photos
Model: Tony
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/11/2005
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Leather Pup
33 photos; 4:45 video
Model: Derek
Photography by Caitiff
Rope Work by Slade Lycan
Date of Production:02/25/2012 -
Chair Bound
20 photos; 4:24 video
Model: Patrick (AKA Tynan Fox)
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 11/24/2018 -
Carry On
20 photos; 5:16 video
Bound Guy played by Jesse Daniels
Bad Guy played by Chad
Date of Production: 11/24/2018
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Keeping Him Quiet
20 photos; 2:51 video
Model: Garretjan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/12/2011 -
The Trouble with My Mouth by Soft Touch
26 photos
Somebody ought to gag my mouth! It’s my mouth that gets me into more trouble than anything else. Maybe I had better start at the beginning so you'll know what I mean.Because they're scared, that’s why!
You see I am the famous actor Bradley Pintelwithe, you may have heard of me. Anyway one day we were on our way out to the desert location where we going to shoot my new western movie. The Director was telling me that they had hired a good stunt double for me to do all of the hard parts in the movie. And then I heard my mouth telling him that I didn't need any stunt double. I could do anything those cowboys could do.
Royce the stunt man must have heard me spouting off because when we were halfway out to the location our camera truck broke down and Royce came looking for me while we waited for them to get it fixed. He wanted to know if I really thought I could handle all of the stunts in the picture and I told him sure, no problem, but he didn't believe me.
Next thing I knew old Royce was leading me away from our little movie caravan so that we could have some privacy. “You know that cabin scene we're going to do?”
Sure, I knew my script backwards and forwards. The cabin scene was where the bad guys tie me up and I have to put up a real struggle before I could get free to rescue the girl in time.
“Let’s start with a little rope,” Royce drawled.
Without even asking, he grabbed my arms in his strong hands and pulled both of my soft hands behind me. Then I could feel some rope be wrapped all around my wrists really tight and then tied even tighter.
“Ouch! That hurts, Royce!”
“A real cowboy wouldn't complain. Here, suck on a little knot.”
All of a sudden he shoved a thickly knotted bandanna into my mouth and then began pulling the two ends of the cloth back really hard against the corners of my mouth. Then he tied the ends together behind my neck, and -- “How’s that? Too tight…?”
I tried to tell him yes it hurt, but now my tongue was now caught under that band of cloth so that all I could do is nod my head and make stupid noises. “Good! You can use that for motivation,” he instructed.
Then everything became kind of a blur as hi strong hands spun me one way and then the other and more and more ropes were wrapped and tied tight around my body. “That’s right you just have a seat there. Don’t worry about getting dirty. I just need to add a couple more of these pigging strings.”
I wanted to tell him to stop, but by now so much of my sloppy drool had soaked into that bandanna knot that it felt as big and slippery as a summer peach sliding around inside my mouth.
“All right now let’s see you struggle some,” Royce drawled at me.
I started straining against the ropes and wiggling my body around some.
“My word, you are pitiful!” Royce spat into the grass beside me. “Struggle! Really get down in that dirt and let’s see a little sweat and pain there Movie Star!”
His words hurt and so I really tried. It hurt, and I felt dirty, and I think maybe I was bleeding somewhere, but I really couldn't tell because so much sweat was running off of my body everywhere.
All of a sudden I heard this slithering rattling sound somewhere behind me.
“Ssssneeek!” I squeaked into my soggy mouthful of bandanna.
“Shucks!” Royce swore. “Ain't no snakes out this time of day. They won't be out ‘til it starts to cool down this evening. That was probably just some little old Gila monster.”
Gila monster! Oh, I didn't like this! I wanted to be back home in Beverly Hills. I wanted my nice cool swimming pool and my sweet latte’ and my nice silk sheets.
“You stay here awhile and practice some more. I need to get something from my truck,” Royce drawled as he sauntered away from where I was lying on the dirty ground.
And just to show you how new and stupid I was, I believed him. And then I really started to get into it; struggling and rolling around, and straining against those knots. And I think I was just beginning to get the hang of it when I heard a motor start. And then I heard a whole bunch of motors start.
The movie company! They were all driving off, and they were leaving me!
I screamed and screamed into that soggy bandanna, but nobody could hear me over the roar of all of those motors. And then the sound of those motors drifted far, far away and I was left all alone.
All alone out here in the dirt with the Gila monsters and later the snakes and then later the I-don’t-know-what’s and I finally figured out why those coyotes howl so much.
“Ya-ya-ya-Yahoooooo….!”THE ENDBradley Pintelwithe played by Jason
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 05/24/2005 -
On the Casting Couch
24 photos; 3:42 video
Model: Finest Young Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 08/07/2006
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Gag and Spank
22 photos; 4:39 video
The Officer Worker played by Jon Storm
The Intruder played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff
Ropework by Lex
Date of Production: 09/08/2018 -
Hog Tied and Helpless
25 photos; 3:29 video
Model: Jesse Daniles
Photography by Caitiff
Date of production: 10/05/2018 -
The Long XXXX
36 photos; 4:41 video
Model: Rawy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/15/2009
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XXX -Mas by Caitiff
17 photos; 5:31 video
Mark almost didn’t wake up. It had seemed pointless. Because of their schedules, his family didn’t celebrate Christmas until a week later. and he had already given his presents to his friends. And of course, he didn't’ have work today. Mark was going to spend Christmas alone. Mark got out of his bed. No use whining about it, Mark thought as he went downstairs to fix himself some breakfast and work out. Passing down the hall, he almost missed the “present” his friends had left him last night. Fortunately, it was making quite a lot of noise. “Mmmmmppphh! Mmmmmm!” Mark peered into his living room. It took a while for his brain to register what he saw. There in the living room hopping around was Danny, a guy Mark had had a crush on for ages. Danny had always been way to full of himself to give Mark the time of day. Until now it seemed. Danny looked at Mark with sad puppy dog eyes. He didn't’ say anything. Probably because of the gag that was wedged tightly between his teeth, filling his mouth. Danny’s hands were bound behind his back while his legs were tied together at the ankles and knees. Nearby Mark found a card. It read, “heard you didn’t have plans for today. at least you don't’ have to spend Xmas alone. Love all of your friends. PS, don’t “Unwrap” it. He likes it better this way. Just call us when you are done.” Mark was speechless. He had heard Danny was kinky but he had no idea. But he wasn't’ about to look a gift horse, or a bound and gagged man in the mouth. Mark grabbed Danny and set him on the floor. No use having his new toy hurt himself. Mark then sat back in a chair and watched as Danny rolled and struggled, moaning into his gag. mark’s mind raced over al the things he wanted ot do to Danny’s body. Reaching over to his bound captive, Mark pulled Danny’s shorts down, exposing his ass. Yes, thought Mark, there were lots of things he was going to do today. Danny grunted through his gag. He couldn't’ believe how he had been roped into this, literally. But the guys at the bar had figured out he had been skimming from the register and made a deal, be this guy’s boy toy for as long as it took or get fired and probably go to jail. Danny couldn't’ even remember this guy’s name. He just remembered he came to the bar a lot and was friends with the owner and most of the regulars. But this wasn't’ the kind of guy Danny cared about. Normally he wouldn’t have given him the time of day. And originally Danny had planned on talking his way out of this, holding off any plans this guy had. But that was before he had been tied up and gagged. And he would remain so until whatever was going to happen had happened. Danny struggled as his ass was played with. he jerked when his nipples were squeezed. Then his shorts were pulled down al the way. Danny wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Then Mark put his mouth around Danny’s man hood. Maybe this won’t be so bad, Danny thought. The end Danny played by Jason Starr Photography by Caitiff XXX-Mas Morning Date of Production: 12/11/2007
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Mickey
24 photos
Model: Mickey O'Shea Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/10/2006 -
Hung Over by JMZ
30 photos; 7:26 video
He was such a freeloader. He never paid his way and more than once I had to cover his rent. This was getting really old and I needed to let him know that he would have clean up his act or he would have to move out. I figured I would talk to him after work; he was an adult he would understand.
I sat at my desk and waited for the day to end. It had been a long day, and boss rode me about everything. I just wanted to get home throw on some shorts and have an ice cold beer. I even thought of holding off on my talk with Chris, I didn’t need any added stress to this already crappy day. I couldn’t wait for five o’clock to come; I envisioned the couch and the remote. I could taste the beer in my mouth already. The cold suds sliding down my throat making my whole day disappear.
I walked into the house and made my way to my bedroom. I peeled off my suit and socks and walked to the fridge. My eyes glazed over in anger. I could feel a sudden rush of blood to my head. The six pack I had bought the night before was gone. There was only one suspect, and I flew into a rage. I slammed the refrigerator door and made my way to Chris’ room.
There he was passed out on his bed, the last of my beer resting next to him. He never even asked or offered to help pay for them. I went for his wallet and as usual it was empty, I wasn’t going to let this one slide. I went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water to throw on his freeloading ass, but as I passed the utility closet a new idea hit me. I was going to make him pay for those beers one way or another.
I took the rope and headed for him. I pulled off his smelly wife beater and began to use every knot I learned in boy scouts to bind his arms and wrists. I made my way down exposed him. I pulled off his shorts and underwear and began wrapping rope tightly around his balls and thighs. The muscles in his legs tensed and I tied the final knots. I ended with his ankle and feet in strict hogtie. He wasn’t going anywhere.
I looked around his room for something to gag him with, and just as I thought the perverted fuck had a leather gag in his night stand. I always knew he was the kinky type; he had that certain look to him. I placed it in his mouth and secured it behind his head. His eyes began to open slowly exposing his blood shot eyes. He looked around and finally realized his situation. He began to thrash vigorously. He screamed through his sealed lips and gave me a fierce look of anger. “Chris I see you helped yourself to my beer again”, I said. “MMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH”, he said. “You have been taking advantage of me for way too long”, I said. “MMMMPPPPPHHHH”, he said. This was going well. “This is it, from here on end you will have to start taking responsibility, and paying me on time for bills, including your share of the grocery bill”, I said “MMMMPPPHHH”, he said. He thrashed and whimpered sadly. “Also, you owe me for those beers and I expect payment by tonight. Just to make sure I get my money I’m going to take a bit of insurance”, I said. “MMMPPPPHHH”, he said. I took my cell and
began shooting pictures of him. “You have until eight o’clock”, I said. “MMMPPPH”, he said.
At the end of the month he had his full rent and paid his share of the food bill. I sent the pictures out to all our friends anyways, just for kicks He’s looking for a new apartment to move into by the end of the month.
The End
Chris played by Taylor Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/26/2009
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As Christopher tried to free himself, the man checked his whole house from top to bottom. Finding all of Christopher's files, the man destroyed them with efficiency, including any potential back up files that had been lying around.
A confused Christopher continued to struggle to free himself but the man had done such a great job in keeping him bound. The man admires Christopher's attempts to free himself before coldly telling Christopher why he was bound and gagged.
Christopher had no choice but to listen to the man telling him some harsh truths about his brutal methods for getting stories and the lives that Christopher had ruined through his website. Christopher tried to justify his actions but the man doesn't allow him to.
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Bound Guy played by Christopher Rotten
Bad Guy played by Adrien Fowler
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/08/2025
Tags: bad guy, grabbed, hand gag, gagging, cleave gag, suit, plot, hog tie, socks, story
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Worker played by Matheus
Photography by Marco Grieco
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