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A XXXX at the Door
25 photos; 7:21 video
The Rude Victim played by Rex
The Irate Worker played by Slade
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 06/15/2018 -
Sidekicks in Trouble by TBBM
30 photos; 10:05 video
They wanted to be the very men who could strike terror into any criminal's heart but the reality was that for both Silver Streak and Blue Thunder, they were still very much the Boy Wonders to otherwise superior heroes. Constantly undermined by their mentors and told not to take any dangerous risks without their say so, both Streak and Thunder decided it was time for them to venture out on their own.Sneaking away from their mentors (whose alter egos had to attend another society ball), the boys ventured out on their own to crack a crime without being told that they were too inexperienced to do battle with anyone bigger than a henchman.Although they didn't intend to cross paths with one another, both Blue Thunder and Silver Streak found themselves drawn to the same warehouse. A shipment of blood diamonds had come in and when the two spotted each other, they agreed to work together in order to make the bust. Thunder even suggested that if this bust went well they could maybe ditch their mentors and form their own crime fighting duo of equal partners, given that they were the same age and had the same experiences. Streak agreed to the idea.What the duo hadn't realised is that while they were busy making future plans, two of the henchmen for the notorious criminal mastermind, Mr X Dynamite had snuck up behind them, overpowered the pair and dragged them in front of Mr X Dynamite, who seemed more amused to see them than anything."Look who we got here, boss," Henchmen 1 who had a tight hold of Blue Thunder while Henchmen 2 was holding onto Silver Streak just as tightly."Little Blue and Little Red," Henchmen 2 interrupted a little enthusiastically."It's Blue Thunder," Blue Thunder said insulted, struggling in the bigger man's grip."And Silver Streak, not red," Silver Streak also replied, similarly insulted. Mr X Dynamite picked up on the sidekicks disdain."You're insulted?" Mr X Dynamite said, raising an eyebrow. "Here I am, planning the biggest blood diamond heist this city has seen and who do I get to try and stop me - you two losers? I couldn't have an interesting adversary and have both your mentors show up to try and stop me? No, I get you two brats.""We're not brats," Silver Streak protested before a hand was clamped over his mouth."Let us go, Dynamite," Blue Thunder struggled again, before adding in cocky manner. "We've got you. Your empire is going down.""Oh, no, you silly boys, it is I have got you," Mr X Dynamite replied, slapping both Silver Streak and Blue Thunder across their faces. Both sidekicks winced. X Dynamite then turned to his henchmen. "I think these two could do with being made to feel uncomfortably. You know what to do.""Sure do, boss," Henchmen 1 said before giving Blue Thunder a sinister look. Henchmen 2 did the same with Silver Streak."Let's go, boys."Both Blue Thunder and Silver Streak were dragged into a dark room. With no utility belts, the dark and the fact that the henchmen were both twice their size and stronger than them, it didn't take long for both sidekicks to wind up on the ground, tightly bound and gagged.Both sidekicks squirmed in their bonds, trying desperately to call for help, to free themselves and neither of them succeeding. They had gotten in way over their heads and given that neither of their mentors seemed to be aware of X Dynamite's blood diamond heist or what Blue Thunder or Silver Streak had planned for the night, it would be up to the sidekicks to get themselves out of this tight situations.Hours later and still unable to free themselves, Mr X Dynamite had opened the dark room they were bound and gagged in to let them know that his heist went off without a hitch but because of their meddling, there would be serious consequences for both sidekicks to face. Both Blue Thunder and Silver Streak looked at each other with dread and pity, realising that for all of their overconfidence, there was a reason why they would never be anything more than sidekicks.Blue Thunder played by Nick Armor
Silver Streakplayed by Remy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/21/2018 -
What's That Sound?
29 photos; 5:40 video
The Victim played by Rawy
The Bad Guy played by Slade
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/10/2012
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Leashed by Kurt
24 photos; 9:13 video
Ben and Nate were straight roommates who had a rule: What happened in the house, stayed in the house. They got along so well that after living together for six months, there was nothing they wouldn't discuss with each other, including their deepest, hidden sexual fantasies. Neither ever judged the other, and it made for a happy situation, in that they were both completely comfortable with each other, and trusted each other totally. But this Friday, Ben was having second thoughts.
After a few brews, the two horny guys' conversation turned to sex, as usual. Ben said he had sometimes fantasized about what it would be like to be a captive sex slave.
Nate's eyes had widened a bit at the word "slave".
"Slave, eh?" he said, "that's pretty hot, dude."
"You don't think it's stupid?" Ben asked shyly.
"Hells no," Nate replied, as he reached for the leather arm-binders that had arrived in the mail that day. "I think it's hot...wanna try it?"
Ben sucked in his breath, and said, "Sure."
Nate immediately took over the scene, and assumed the evil Master role. He loved roleplaying, and this one was gonna be HOT!
"OK, bitch, strip!" Nate ordered.
Ben shucked his jeans and T, and stood naked in front of his roomie. Nate roughly grabbed his muscular arms and twisted them behind his back, shackling the arm-binders into place. Ben grunted as the leather sleeves tightened on his arms, anchoring them up against his back. He knew he'd be gagged...they had played a few bondage games before, and Nate loved to hear Ben moaning through a gag. But the huge ballgag that Nate held in front of his eyes was a surprise.
"Open up, slave!" Nate said, and Ben felt his jaw stretch as the thick ball was strapped snugly into his mouth. He gurgled and tried to speak, but only an incoherent grunt escaped his stretched-open mouth. With the ball wedged between his teeth and pressing his tongue down firmly, it was impossible to form any words. But it was the next part of his enslavement that really startled Ben.
Nate knelt in front of him, holding a long length of rope, about ten feet long, doubled up, and began to wrap the end loop around his buddy's ball sac. Ben held still as he felt Nate's fingers knot the ends around his cock and balls, and then realized that he had left about 10 feet dangling from his equipment. Oh, shit, Ben realized, it was a leash!! Sure enough, Nate smiled up at him evilly as he stood, holding the ends of the ropes in his hand.
"C'mon, slave," Master Nate said, tugging on his improvised Man-Leash.
"Unnnggh", replied the helpless slave, as he was led by his jewels into the bedroom. He noticed that Nate had picked up a heavy leather belt on the way into the room.
Nate played the role to a T. He took a few idle swats at Ben's exposed butt, and he loved the sound of the leather cracking softly on his buddy's firm ass. The whole scene was turning him on like crazy.
"Kneel down, bitch!" Nate ordered his helpless slave/roommate. Ben did as he was told, knowing that if he didn't, he'd receive a painful jerk on his leash.
Ben bent down first over the bed, amd was subjected to more verbal abuse as his ass was swatted by the cruel Master. The leather stung like hell, but Ben bit bravely into the ballgag, and refused to show any weakness. He was XXXX to the floor, and Nate anchored the ends of the cock-leash to the heavy wooden legs of the bed frame.
"OK, slave-bitch," Nate said, "I've got to set some things up for your training session in the other room. You stay there and wait for me. Don't even THINK about undoing your leash!", he snarled.
It was hard for Ben to hold his balance, even sitting on the floor, with his arms pulled up so tightly behind his back, and he knew any struggle attempt would endanger his most precious jewels. So he sat there, and tried to enjoy the fantasy that he had initiated. The rope around his balls actually felt kind of hot, and he was getting sexed up pretending that he was a captive slave, not knowing how and by whom he'd be used in the next few hours, but that he'd be helpless and unable to do or say anything as he was abused. He kind of liked the feeling of helplessness...it was kind of sexy thinking of himself as just an object...
At the same time, he was plotting revenge. After all, this was just a fantasy game, but Nate had been a bit rough with the XXXX, and Ben had every intention of balancing the scale....soon!To be ContinuedBen played by George
Nate played by Sammy
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 01/17/2006 -
Main Malfunction by Soft Touch
30 photos
“What the hell am I paying you for?”
The sudden appearance of Mr. G really surprised Sammy, but Sammy thought he was a tough guy so he immediately went on the offensive.
“Hey, I'm just taking a break, you know.”
“How can you take a break when you haven't done any work yet? You think you can come into my house and just hang around and I'm going to pay you?”
“You can’ talk to me like that. You know who my Father is?”
“Yea Sammy, I know who your Father is.” All of a sudden Mister G. grabbed Sammy and spun him around. Then Mr. G’s rough carpenter hands grabbed Sammy by his arms and pulled his arms together behind his back.
“Ow! You're hurting me!” Sammy whined as he struggled to get free, but Mr. G had spent more than thirty years pounding nails with his hammer and he was a whole lot stronger than he looked. And the next thing Sammy knew, the old carpenter had a roll of that duct tape and he was wrapping it all around Sammy’s wrists tighter and tighter until Sammy was gasping a little with each turn of the tape. Then Mr. G spun Sammy around to face him.
“It so happens I know your Father really well, and you know what he tells me Sammy? He tells me that you got a main malfunction. You know that malfunction is Sammy? Too much mouth!”
Mister G. hammered Sammy’s breastbone with a big knuckle on each word while Sammy retreated back toward the step ladder. “Well, I can fix that!”
The next thing Sammy knew one big gnarled hand was gripping his face really tight and closing his lips together while Mr. G’s other calloused hand was wrapping layer after layer of the strong duck tape around over his lips and cheeks and neck and chin until poor Sammy couldn't move his mouth at all.
“Down on your knees, Mouth!” Mr. G pushed Sammy down onto the floor. “And don't go nowhere. I ain't done with you yet!”
Sammy was hurting and he was scared. No one had ever dared treat him the way Mr. G was treating him now. Sammy tried to remember what his Father had told him about Mr. G, but he couldn't remember anything. Maybe Mr. G was one of those guys you didn't talk about; one of those guys who just did “little jobs” for Sammy’s Father and then disappeared again. Sammy had heard about guys like that. You didn't never want to cross them.
Then Mr. G returned with a couple more rolls of the shiny tape. He set the tape down and then turned around and captured a few of Sammy’s chest hairs between his fingers. “Come on, Mouth. Up!”
Tears jumped into Sammy’s eyes and a little whimper was muffled by the layers of tape covering his mouth as he struggled to get his feet under him. Then Mr. G twisted those hairs between his fingers as he backed Sammy up to the ladder.
“You ain't going to use this ladder the way it’s supposed to be used; maybe I can show you another way to use it.”Sammy felt the hard rungs of the ladder pressing against his soft butt and shoulder blades, but he didn't dare move. He just shook the tears out of his eyes and then held real still while Mr. G began wrapping lots of that duct tape all around Sammy’s legs so that each of his spread legs were being hugged tighter and tighter to the hard ladder.
“You see, Mouth, your Father ain't been too happy with you lately so he sent you to me. He thought a little work might toughen you up. But, if you don't want to work, I know some other ways to fix your malfunction.”
Sammy shook his head from side to side and moaned behind his tape-clenched lips. He didn't like the sound of this. He didn't like the sound of this at all. Then Mr. G’s big hand grabbed him by his taped face again and pulled him close.
“One way or another, I'm going to make a different man out of you. Now let’s see what we got to work with here.”
A soft moan made its way up through Sammy’s throat as he felt Mr. G’s rough hands ripping open the buttons of Sammy’s coveralls and then pushing the sides of the old cloth back to bare his chest.
“No muscle tone at all and look at all that flab! Tell the truth, Mouth. Have you ever done a hard day’s work in your life?”
Sammy closed his eyes and hung his head.
“Yea, well I can fix that,” Mr. G promised.
Then Mr. G began hugging Sammy hard while he wrapped more layers of the strong tape around over Sammy’s bare chest and the hard ladder until Sammy could feel that ladder trying to force its way into his body. Then Mr. G stepped back.
“All right, Mouth, struggle! Come on, you can do better than that! Try to get free ‘cause I ain't going to give you another chance.”
Sammy twisted and pulled and grunted until he could feel cool sweat trickling all down his chest and his back and his legs, but there was no way to get free from the strong tape that was holding his body a prisoner against the hard ladder.
“Pitiful, just pitiful,” Mr. G sighed. “Well I know a few ways to toughen you up.”
What ways, what was he going to do, Sammy worried?
“But I'm not going to have you looking at me like some dumb basset hound while I'm doing it.”
Mr. G. pulled Sammy’s cap off and tossed it into a corner. Then Sammy saw the old carpenter coming at his face with the roll of duct tape. Not knowing what the tough old bird was going to do, Sammy flinched his head back as far as it would go and then closed his eyes. Then Sammy could feel Mr. G’s strong fingers as they smoothed a wide strip of that sticky tape all over his closed eyelids and face. And then Sammy discovered that he couldn't open his eyes any more. He couldn't see anything!
But Sammy could feel Mr. G’s strong fingers on his body as they moved down over his open coveralls, spreading it wider and wider, and then that big hand closed over his shorts. Sammy screamed behind the tape and threw his head back, but Mr. G just ignored him while his fingers coaxed Sammy’s trouser mouse out into the open.
“Tsk, tsk” Sammy heard the old man murmur. “Looks like your get-up-and-go got up and went, Mouth. Well I can fix that too.”
Mr. G let go of Sammy’s XXXX mouse and poor Sammy almost fainted with relief.
“Now you wait right here, Mouth. There’s a few things I have to get. Now where did I put those candles?”
Candles…! What did he need candles for? Sammy didn't know, and he didn't want to know. He just wanted to get out of here!
But the layers and layers of strong tape wrapped all around his body wouldn't let him go! He was stuck here! And, like it or not, Sammy the Mouth’s training was about to begin.
THE ENDSammy played by Chris Photography by Caitiff -
Cuffed to the Wall
20 photos; 1:47 video
Model: Donovan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/13/2013
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Ride"em
25 photos; 3:59 video
Cowboy played by Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/29/2018 -
You Wanna Bet? by Soft Touch
22 photos
“Come on, Blue Eyes, you can wake up now.”
The strange voice sounded very far away and there were funny lights still flashing around in the black darkness inside of Ronnie’s head as he struggled to open his eyes again.
“Yea, we only give you enough of that XXXX-juice to get you here,” another harsh voice echoed in his head and sounded closer as the darkness began to fade away. Ronnie still felt very confused. The last thing he remembered was sitting in his car and getting ready to go back to his dorm when some strange guy came up to him and said “Hey kid, you dropped something.”
Ronnie remembered turning to thank the helpful man when all of a sudden there was a damp pad of cloth being pressed over his nose and mouth. The cloth reeked of a XXXX sweet smell that turned Ronnie’s stomach and made his eyes all misty. And then everything started to get blurry and dark, and then he was here, wherever here was.
Ronnie struggled to open his eyes and turned his head to see a strange room full of muddy colors that were all running together like when you spill water on a water color painting. The swimming colors made Ronnie’s stomach feel really queasy and he almost XXXXd when he tried to swallow down all of the drool that was now filling up his mouth.
“He’s coming around now, Boss,” the second voice drawled near to him.
The colors in front of Ronnie’s eyes stopped swimming and then came into focus to tell him that he was in a room that he had never been in before. Then he looked up to see a big guy in a suit chewing on an even bigger cigar towering over him. And next to the Cigar Guy there was another guy in a suit who looked even bigger. The second guy was rubbing one hand over the fist of his other hand which was all decorated with big shiny rings. No wait, those weren't rings. They were brass knuckles. Where was he?
“Mmmatmougoomant?” Ronnie was surprised by the strange sounds coming out of his mouth and then his recovering senses discovered that there was a thick knot of some kind of cloth filling up his mouth and now he could feel the pain in the corners of his mouth where the two ends of the rag were being pulled back to where they were tied tightly behind his neck.
“Don’t try to talk kid,” the Cigar Guy advised. “You just chew on that rag and nod your head when we tell you to.”
Then Ronnie tried to sit up and discovered that there were tight ropes wrapped and tied all around his ankles, knees, arms and chest so that he could hardly move. What was going on here?
“Yea, and don’t try to get away,” Brass Knuckles chuckled. “I tied them knots myself.”
Then the Cigar Guy grabbed Ronnie by the shoulders and pulled him up into a sitting position on the floor. “All right kid, now pay attention.”
Ronnie tried working the corners of his mouth around the thick rag that was starting to hurt him and slid his tongue back and forth against the big hard cloth knot inside his mouth that was now starting to soften and get bigger as it soaked up the juices in his mouth. What choice did he have?
“My people tell me that you're a smart kid who knows how to play the odds. Football, basketball, soccer, baseball, even tennis and volley ball – I hear you got a bet down on everything.”
It was true. Ever since Ronnie was a freshman he had cornered all of the sports betting on campus and he had already made more money than any scholarship would pay. “So you're gonna to come to work for us. We're gonna broaden your horizons.”
“Yea,” Brass Knuckles put in. “We're gonna let you go national.”
“So here’s the deal. We're gonna let you put some bets down for us. If you win, we're gonna be real nice to you.”
“But if you start losing, we might have to put you on the Disabled List for awhile.”
“And if you talk, then we're gonna put you on the Swim Team.”
Brass Knuckles laughed and polished his knuckles. “Yea, doing laps in the deep water with concrete blocks on your feet.”
“You want some time to think it over? Okay Carlo, let’s grab a beer.”
The two big guys in suits went into the next room and closed the door.
This was impossible! Things like this didn't happen to me! Then fear clutched at my heart. I had to get out of here!
So I strained and struggled and fell back down onto the floor. Desperation gave me strength as I struggled against the tight ropes and pushed my tongue against the thick knot of soggy cloth in my mouth, thinking that if I could dislodge it, then maybe I call somebody for help.
But Brass Knuckles was right. Those knots were really well tied and very tight. I couldn't even budge them. And each time that I almost pushed that big thick knot out of my mouth all of that slimy cloth just slipped right back in between my lips again.
Panic set in as I grunted and groaned and rolled around on the hard floor. I even tried crawling out the door, but I couldn't get my bound body to go where I wanted it to and I only ended
Finally my brains kicked in. What were they asking me to do? I'd only be doing the same thing I was doing now. And they promised to take good care of me. But if I got caught it could mean serious jail time. I wouldn't be a penny ante college kid any more.
Suddenly the door opened and I saw the two suits standing over me again.
“Well kid,” the Cigar Guy drawled. “What’s it gonna be?”
“Yea,” Brass Knuckles smiled. “You wanna bet?”THE ENDRonnie played by Mike
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 03/16/2005 -
Breaking Doors by Soft Touch
21 photos; 1:05 video
“Oh, I am sorry!” Jerry had immediately apologized to the big man that he bumped into when he was coming out of the City Library. Jerry had been so intent on getting back to the University so that he could finish working on his term paper that he never saw the big man until he bumped into him.
Suddenly a second big man moved to Jerry’s side and grabbed his arm hard. Then the two big men had held Jerry tightly between them and started propelling him toward the curb. “Hey! Let go of me! What are you doing?” Jerry had cried out as loud as he could.
But all of his frightened words were muffled by a damp cloth one of the men was holding like a mask over Jerry’s nose and mouth. The cloth really reeked of something awfully sweet that fogged up Jerry’s glasses. Jerry had tried to twist his face away from the sickening cloth, but the man held it firmly to his face until Jerry was starting to feel dizzy and it seemed like all of his strength was being drained out of him. And then Jerry just had time to see the open door of a dark van waiting for him before he was pulled down into a very deep darkness.
When the darkness finally lifted, Jerry had found himself sitting on a bed in somebody’s bedroom. He didn't know where he was or how he got here, but he did recognize the two big men who were now towering over him. And then he felt and saw the ropes that were tightly tied all around his chest and his arms and his wrists.
“Hey! You can't do this to me! You'd better let me go right now!” Jerry had told the two strange men in an angry voice.
But the two men just laughed at Jerry. Then one of the men grabbed Jerry hard by his hair while the other man wedged a handful of cloth between Jerry’s teeth. Then the other man held Jerry’s head still while his partner began layering wide strips of sticky tape over Jerry’s cloth-spread lips and cheeks to keep him from spitting out the cloth.
Jerry didn't like this at all, but there was nothing that he could do to stop the two men from treating him this way. And when he tried to tell them that he didn't want to be tied up any more, all of his words sounded like the kind of muffled sounds a trapped little animal might make. The two men ignored Jerry’s little squeaks and then handled him roughly while they quickly bound up his ankles and thighs with more tight ropes.
“There,” one of the men finally spoke. “You just sit there real quiet and behave until your Daddy pays the ransom we want."
“Yea,” the other man growled. “And you'd better pray a little that your Daddy gives us what we ask for. If he don't, then we're going to start sending you home in little pieces!”
The two men laughed in an evil way and then went out of the room and closed the door on Jerry.
Jerry was really scared and confused. Jerry hadn't heard from his archeologist Father in nearly six months. His Father's last message said that he was on a dig somewhere in the mountains of Peru and that he hoped to have good news soon. Did this mean that Jerry’s Father had found the treasure he was looking for?
Jerry didn't know, but he was sure that he couldn't wait to find out. Jerry’s Father expected his son to be brave and resourceful if he ever wanted to join him on his expeditions so Jerry couldn't just sit there meekly like some little rabbit while these men used him to steal everything his Father had worked so hard for.
So Jerry pushed his body back onto the bed. Then he began to twist this way and that on the hard mattress. First he tried to loosen the ropes by straining his muscles against them, but that didn't work.
Then he tried contorting his body this way and that while he tried to get the fingers of his tied hands on the nuisance knots, but those evil men had tied him up in such a clever way that he couldn't even touch those knots.
There had to be a way! Jerry listened intently, but he couldn't here any sounds. Maybe those men had gone and now he was all alone in this house. If he could somehow get his body to the door, he could open it and peek out. And, if there was nobody there, maybe he could hop outside and find some help.
It wasn't easy, but Jerry finally managed to sit up on the side of the bed again. Then he got his feet under him and used all of his strength to leverage his body up into a standing position. This was good. Now if he could just make it to the door—?
Suddenly the door opened and Jerry was surprised to see one of the men standing there with a sandwich a glass of milk for Jerry in his hands.
“Why you little devil! Hey! Get in here!”
The other man rushed into the room and then glared at Jerry angrily. “Some kids don't know when there well off! Get some more rope!”
The man shoved Jerry back onto the bed and then waited angrily until his partner returned with more rope.
Then both of the men were really rough with Jerry as they shoved him down on the bed and began grabbing and twisting his body. All too quickly, Jerry found himself bound up in a painful position with his legs folded up behind his back. Then one of the men snatched the glasses off of Jerry’s face.
“No, please, don't take my glasses!” Jerry hummed into the soggy cloth that was clogging up his mouth. Without his glasses everything was just a blur.
But the two men just laughed at Jerry.
Then one of the men grabbed Jerry hard by his shirt and hissed right into his face. “You give us any more trouble and I'll turn you over to that medicine man your Daddy pissed off!”
“Yea,” the other one seemed to like that idea. “Maybe he can shrink your head!”
The two men went out of the room and closed the door with a loud bang.
Jerry lied back on the bed and tried not to cry. It wasn't so much the pain in his shoulders and thighs or the gagging cloth that was swelling up inside his mouth that brought tears to his eyes. It was more the feeling of being trapped and helpless like this. What would Jerry’s Father say if he saw him like this? And what if those men came back and really hurt him?
Suddenly Jerry heard a loud commotion in the other room. Then the door burst open and two dark figures rushed into the room. Without his glasses, Jerry couldn't see who they were, but he was afraid that it was the two big men coming back to hurt him. One of the dark blurry figures grabbed Jerry.
“Please don't hurt me!” Jerry squealed way back in his throat.
But then the man moved closer and Jerry’s eyes cleared enough so that he could see a shiny police badge on the man’s shirt. It was the police! Jerry was saved!
Then Jerry began to cry.THE ENDPlayed by Chester Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 01/26/2006
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The Mission by Toldeo Tye
23 photos
I returned from another “assignment” after obtaining the piece of technology that I had been sent to recover, as I work for a high level governmental agency. I secured the item in a safe place in my hotel room before heading to the shower, which was going to feel so good after all the physical strain I had just been through to secure the KX-100 Decoder.
I had slipped into an enemy (of the Untied States) camp and got the jump on two guards. At XXXXpoint, I tossed one of them some rope I had found and ordered…”Tie your friend up and gag him tightly”. Reluctantly he began to tie his buddy’s hands but began tying them in front of his body. “No, tie his hands behind his back”. He did so and once he was finished I tied the other one up and gagged him, tightly. I XXXX both of them to sit on the floor where I tied them together back-to-back and also roped each of their legs together. I muttered “nothing personal” as I made my escape with the decoder.
As I was just about finished with the shower I thought I heard something and just as I was about to investigate the next thing I knew there were two guys standing in the bathroom. One with a XXXX and the other was holding some rope. These were the same two guys I had left bound and gagged but I had no idea how they had gotten loose so quickly or how they had trailed me back to the room. “Tie him up and gag him tight” the one with the XXXX said to his buddy. “Cross your wrists you American pig”, I had no option but to comply. Quickly rope was tightly wrapped around my wrists. Then a bandanna was tightly XXXX into my mouth and tied very tightly behind my head. “Make sure he stays put in there and get out here and help me search for the KX-100 Decoder”. With that, the guy who had tied my wrists together secured them to the shower door frame and went out to help his buddy look for the decoder unit.The guy who tied me knew how to tie his knots very well but as I had not had a chance to towel off I felt the ropes begin to give against my wet skin as I began to strain against the them to get free. I knelt down on my knees for more leverage as I strained and pulled at the ropes binding me but just as I was about to break free they came back in, as they had found the decoder. “Where do you think your going, you American pig?” said the one as he brandished his XXXX. The other one who first tied me up came over and re-secured the ropes around my wrists.Model: Leo Photography by Caitiff
“I came back in here to take care of you but since your down on your knees we might as well have some fun with this America pig”, he said as he smiled and looked as his buddy. The guy with the XXXX unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out and moved toward my face. After removing the gag he said “Open your mouth.” I had no choice since he was pointing the XXXX at my head and I was XXXX to service his huge cock.
After awhile, the other one came over and I was also XXXX to suck his cock, too. They took turns forcing me to suck their cocks for quite sometime. Once they were satisfied that they had totally humiliated me the one with the XXXX said “OK; we need to tie this guy up so he doesn’t get loose again”. “Your such a good cocksucker I’ve decided not to kill you.” “We will return the decoder to headquarters and then come back here and have some more fun with you” With that, his buddy untied the ropes around my wrists but his friend warned me…”Don’t do anything stupid” as he waved the XXXX, again. “Stand up and put your hands behind your back”…he ordered. Again, I had no option but to comply. My wrists were crossed and he began tying them very tightly together and then knotted the rope well out of my reach at the top of where the wrists were crossed. “Tie him to that towel bar and re-gag him, that should hold the pig until we return”. I was roughly pulled over to the towel rack and he tied another rope to it and around my bound wrists.
Once they were convinced I was helplessly secured they grabbed the decoder and left muttering “This IS personal pig, paybacks are a bitch, huh?”. “Don’t go anywhere now, we will be right back to keep you company” They laughed as they went out the door leaving me tightly tied and gagged.
It took some doing but I finally got the rope loose which was securing me to the towel bar. However, it would take some doing to get my hands free, as he had tied them even more tightly than the first time and I no longer had the advantage of being wet. I struggled to get them free for quite awhile but was not making any headway. I then remembered that there was a pocket knife in my jacket pocket. I made my way over to my jacket and after getting the knife out worked at cutting the ropes binding my wrists. Finally, success!
I got dressed and headed out the door after these two (with my XXXX). I had to recover that decoder at all costs, as it was a matter of national security. I had a special “revenge” planed for them once I managed to track them down. I wanted to return the “favor” of the same type of humiliation I had just endured at their hands.Date of Production: 07/25/2008 -
No Escape by Fidelis
31 photos
Ouch, ooch, ouch. Damn, Rafe had really let himself get snookered. It had been Big Pete’s idea to garrote the driver of the prison van with shoes with their laces tied together, but guess whose shoes had been used? Rafe’s. It has also been Big Pete’s idea to gag the moaning guard with socks, and whose socks had been used. Rafe’s. So here he was, XXXXing along this alley in his bare feet, while Big Pete, still comfortably shod, had taken off in the opposite direction. The first thing Rafe had to do was to find some shoes, and some new clothes. He would look a bit conspicuous strolling about town in this get up. He kept on rattling gates as he XXXXed along the alley. Aha, finally he found one that was open. He snuck into the backyard, glancing around furtively. No loud dogs, no music coming from the house. Perhaps he would finally have a lucky break. It was about time that his luck changed. There was no fucking way that he was going to go to prison. Nope, not with his looks. He sure didn’t want to have a whole passel of hairy boyfriends abusing his firm, studly body. It was too bad that the judge had been in such a pissy mood. Rafe sure as hell hadn’t been expecting a prison term. Hmmm, perhaps once he got some new clothes he would pay a visit to that incompetent attorney. Yeah, he would teach that guy a lesson. But first things first. Some clothes, some shoes and some cash."You think you’re going somewhere, punk? Well, think again, you piece of garbage. You don’t go anywhere until I let you go, and I’m not letting you go, not yet." The big man smiled cruelly as he hooked a leg around Rafe’s bound ankles and sent him crashing to the floor.
Rafe fiddled with the lock of the back door. He didn’t want to smash a window to gain entrance – why bother calling attention to himself? He was sure the news of the escape was already on the radio. He really needed to keep a low profile. Ah, thank God for crummy old locks. That hadn’t been so hard after all. Oh crap, another door. The first just let him into a dingy porch. Rafe knelt down to inspect this lock. Hey, it would be a piece of cake. It took him just a minute to get this door open. Now, all he needed was…
"Freeze, you piece of scumsucking garbage. Don’t make a move!"
Oh great, this was just what he needed.
"Hey, man, calm down. I wasn’t doing anything. I…."
"You shut your mouth, you criminal trash. Yeah, I know who you are. You’re one of those cons who beat up on that prison guard and escaped. So, you want to see the inside of my house. Fine, you’ll see lots of it, more than you had intended on seeing. Now MOVE! Get those hands of yours up in the air. And no sudden moves. It would make me really happy to ventilate you, and the cops wouldn’t say boo. "
Rafe thought that it would be prudent to obey this guy. He didn’t look too stable and seemed fully capable of carrying out his threat.
"OK, OK, I’m moving. See? Hands up in the air and all. There isn’t any need to get carried away. Let’s just act like responsible adults here. Hey, what the fuck….?"
"MMMMPHHMMYMMHEAD. MMOHHH."
Rafe regained consciousness, his head pounding. The big bastard with the big XXXX must have whacked him on the head. Whacked him really hard. Oh damn, but his head hurt. Rafe tried to raise a hand to rub his aching head and discovered that he couldn’t move. He wasn’t in a position to say much either, as he realized that his mouth was sealed with a piece of sticky tape. He was sitting on a couch, his hands bound behind him, his mouth taped and rope wrapped all around his upper body. Shit, this was NOT turning out to be a good day for him.
"Get on your knees, punk. Come on, you heard, KNEEL you piece of criminal trash!"
Oh boy, Rafe had the feeling that he had jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire. He slid to his knees, shooting his captor a defiant glance.
"You looking at me boy? Huh, YOU LOOKING AT ME! Who gave you permission?"
"GGGGAHHHOUCHHHHHH!"
Rafe shrieked in pain as the big fucker grabbed his hair and pulled on it. This didn’t help his headache. He surreptitiously (or so he thought) made a rude gesture with his hand.
"Don’t you get fresh with me, you little turd. Boy, are you going to be sorry that you dragged your criminal ass into this neighbourhood. Yeah, you’re going to be really sorry, once I’ve finished with you."
The big guy dragged Rafe back up onto the couch, and bound his legs and ankles. He smacked Rafe across the face before leaving the room, after warning Rafe that ‘he would regret it if he moved a muscle.’
Rafe was no dummy. He realized that this man was totally out of control. Why hadn’t he called the police once he had bopped Rafe on the head. Ah shit, the guy was probably some weirdo vigilante type. Rafe knew that he had to get out of this place, pronto. He would rather throw himself on the tender mercy of the cop’s than face some crazed vigilante. He managed to drag himself to his feet. He moaned into his gag as the movement caused his head to pound even harder. He told himself that he had to be brave, that this was all in a good cause as he tried to hop across the room.
Rafe writhed in pain as he tried to scoot across the floor, away from this crazy man. The guy had a really strange look in his eyes as he advanced on Rafe, more rope hanging from his hands.
"Yep, you’re going to be spending some time with me. I’m going to give you a choice. You kep me happy and maybe I’ll give you a head start when the cops come looking for you. "
"MMMMMMNNNNPPHH!!"
Rafe wailed in fear and pain as he was hog-tied. What was going to happen to him? Rafe had a pretty shrewd idea what was in store for him, and his captor confirmed his fears.
"Yup, you might be criminal scum, but I don’t see why I should let an oppertunity slip through my fingers. "
Rafe looked up at the big guy as he loomed over him. He didn’t want some freak messing with him. But he really didn’t want to go back to prison either. He squeezed his eyes shut as he resigned himself to his fate.THE ENDRafe played by Clarke
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 08/02/2004 -
Floored by Rundawg
30 photos; 3:02 video
Antonio was always the person that would go to parties empty handed and drink everyone else's liquor. Just last week he had attended Marcus' party and consumed enough liquor to hurt a small animal. Marcus' had kicked him out and told him he would get back at him.
While Antonio was relaxing after a long day at work, he heard a XXXX on the door. He opened it and saw Marcus holding a bottle.
"Hey we are neighbors. I brought you a peace offering"
Before Antonio could reach for the bottle, the lights went out and down he went. Marcus hit him on the side of the head with the bottle. Luckily it did not break. Marcus quickly pulled out a piece of rope and tied Antonio's hands behind his back. It was time for him to pay him back for taking advantage of his guests at his party. Once his hands were tied he moved on to removing his pants and underwear. Amazingly the big, huge cock that Antonio always bragged about was not that big. Marcus was going to have some fun exposing this loser to everyone that knew him. He took the rest of the rope and tied his feet together.
Antonio started to come to. He slowly started to see Marcus's face come to focus. Antonio tried to move but couldn't and became startled.
"What the hell man!" he said.
"Shut the hell up! For once I figured you could see what it felt like to watch other people drink instead of you hogging up!"
Antonio wiggled and squirmed. "Get me loose before I ..."
Marcus clamped his hand over his mouth. "Before you what? There is not a damn thing that you can do but just lay there and wiggle like a slug in salt. I'm sick of hearing your whining". Marcus pulled out a green bandana and tied it tightly around Antonio's mouth. He soaked a little bit of the booze in it so Antonio could get a taste of what he was missing.
"Now you sit there and be a good boy while I get my camera to show all the ladies what a teeny dick you really have"
Antonio tried his best to move around and get the ropes loose. One thing for sure, Marcus knew how to tie a knot. No matter how much he moved or tried, the knots would not even move an inch. He even tried to yell but the bandana kept his sounds muffled and the walls in this building were pretty thick too.
A few moments later Antonio heard Marcus coming back.
"Well while you were squirming like a little bitch I was able to get some great XXXX from around the corner. I am sure these will be interesting for some people out there. I think I am going to leave you like this while i go and enjoy this bottle. Who knows. I may come back and share it with you, but not in the way as I did when you opened the door"
Marcus patted him on the head and left the apartment with the bottle in his hand. Antonio realized that he had made a mistake by crossing someone that lived just upstairs from him. He laid there and squirmed as he patiently awaited for Marcus to return. Hopefully with the bottle.The EndAntonio played by Andre Marcus played by Sammy Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 04/13/2006
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A Lesson In Humility by JMZ
29 photos
I had a great time at summer camp this year. This year it was a dude ranch my parents shipped me off too.My friends and I had a blast riding horses, swimming, and learning how to swing a lasso.Everything was going great until the counselor assigned to our bunk began his power trip.
His name was Todd.He was fresh out of college and thought he was Gods gift to the world. He made it a point to dress in full cowboy garb everyday on the ranch. He had a strong southern accent. Todd had grown up nearby and spent his summers off of school teaching the kids lasso tricks and how to rope steers.This guy was really something, at least in his mind he was. He had been assigned lead counselor to my bunk and took it very seriously. Todd made it a habit to make sure we all knew he was in charge.He liked to bark orders and push us around when female counselors were around.Slowly but surely the entire bunk began to loath him.One afternoon after the jerk went off on one of his trips we got together and decided we needed to put him in his place.
Todd had the biggest crush on one particular counselor named Susie.Susie had he flirted all summer but never found the time to hook up. We started with a note taped to Todds locker asking him to meet Susie in the woods.Todd seemed so siked all afternoon it was almost pathetic.My bunk mates and I hid in the woods as we saw Todd approach.The plan was simple we would all jump out to scare him and tie him up so we could have a little fun.Todd approached and we all jumped out.The funny thing is the tough guy was so startled from suprise he fainted.I couldnt beleive it this was going to be easier than I thought. We managed to get Todd tied to the tree just as he came to.We had tied the ropes around his torso and tree tightly to keep him from falling over when he was still out cold.As he came too he realized what had happenednd beagn to cuss to high heaven."You little bastmmmppphhh", he yelled.Well at least he tried till we cleave gagged his big mouth tight.The bandanna spread his lips and squeezed his cheeks. He tried hard to speak but all that came out was spit and grunts.After a while he was able to free himself from the tree while we watched from a distance, just as he was getting loose we tackled him and tied his legs up tight.The ropes tightly hugged his body, he couldnt get loose, not for lack of trying. Poor Todd struggled hard.He squirmed and grunted endlessly but to no avail.This guy was going to be tied a while.After making sure he would be able to free himself was all ran back to camp and had the run of our bunk, at least for an hour.Todd eventually was able to free himself.After that he was the nicest guy in the world, who knew?The EndTodd played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/30/2004 -
Washed Up by Kurt
43 photos; 5:25 video
Chuck hated being on the road for work. Living out of a suitcase in motels got to be a real pain after about a week, but at least the company paid for his gas and meals, so he actually came out ahead at the end of the month. Sometimes he had dinner and a few drinks with clients at the end of the day, but usually he ended up alone after work, bored and with nothing to do but watch cable. This was one of those nights. He didn't know anyone in town, so he'd just grabbed some Arby's after his last meeting, and headed back to the motel. He decided a nice hot shower would feel good, so he stripped and turned it on full-blast. Ahhhh...that feels great, he thought, as the water pulsed against his nicely-toned body. As he started to towel off, he heard an odd sound from the bedroom. Turning quickly, he was shocked to see a shadowy figure facing him. "What the...", Chuck sputtered.
"Hands up," the figure growled, "and shut up!" Chuck noticed the XXXX in the intruder's hand, and wisely decided not to try to raise an alarm. He had seen in the local paper just that morning that there had been a series of motel robberies in the area, but it had never even occurred to him that he could be a victim. The story said that each of the 3 previous victims had been men, and that none of them had been harmed, though they had been bound and gagged, sometimes for a whole day, before they were discovered. The story ran through Chuck's head as he stood facing the masked figure who stood next to his bed. "Come on over here, champ", the man said, gesturing with the XXXX. "No heroics or you'll be sorry." "OK, take it easy," Chuck said, trying to sound calm. "My wallet's over there on the dresser." "You mean this?" the intruder said, holding up Chuck's wallet. "Just take it and go."
"Yeah, I don't think so. Hands behind your back." Chuck obeyed sheepishily, and grimaced as he felt the man loop a long length of rope around his wrists, cinching it and knotting it so that his hands were locked together as tightly as if they were handcuffed. Chuck glanced down at the bed, where he saw a small backpack lying open. He could see coils of rope in the backpack. "Sit!"Chuck played by Charlie Photography by CaitiffChuck sat on the edge of the bed while the XXXXman knelt in front of him and tied his ankles together as tightly as his wrists. He then added more rope around Chuck's knees, and once his legs were bound together, he grabbed Chuck's shoulder and flipped him up onto the bed. Chuck watched as he reached into the bag and pulled out a bandanna. Chuck knew he was about to be gagged. "Please, you don't have to ga...ummmpphh!" Chuck's plea was cut off as the cloth was tied tightly into his mouth, pulling painfully on the corners of his lips as the knot dug into the back of his neck. Chuck felt so helpless and exposed. The soggy towel he had wrapped around his waist had loosened when he was thrown onto the bed. He knew any movement at all would make the towel fall away, exposing his nude body to this stranger. Oddly, a strange thrill ran through Chuck's body as he felt dominated and controlled by this stranger, and he was horrified to feel his cock begin to harden. Although he was proud of his sexual equipment, he was totally embarrassed to have it observed, and possibly XXXX, by a strange man. Chuck lay as still as he could, hoping the towel would continue to hide his private parts. The intruder had his back turned to Chuck as he rifled through his wallet and suit pockets. Suddenly, he turned to face his captive.
"Two hundred bucks and a cheap watch. Hardly worth my time and effort." Fear ran through Chuck when he realized that he might be in danger by not having enough to satisfy the robber. The intruder stood for a minute in silence, staring down at his bound and gagged prey. "Hmmmm....you got a hot body, you know that, pal?" Chuck grunted in surprise. What the hell?? The stranger sat on the opposite side of the bed to where Chuck lay tied and helpless. With a quick movement of his hand, he whipped the towel off. "Oh yeah....real hot!" Chuck moaned as the assailant reached into his bag and pulled out more rope and a wide roll of white duct tape.Chuck moaned as the intruder sat behind him and he heard the stripping sound of the white adhesive tape being pulled from the roll. His captor pressed the end of the tape over Chuck's cleave-gagged mouth, then wrapped it around his head three times. Each wrap felt tighter and tighter on Chuck's face, and his garbled moans were now completely silenced by the tight gag. The only sound he could make was a low growl from his chest which became an unintelligible grunt by the time it reached his sealed-up lips. After reinforcing his gag, the stranger roughly pushed Chuck face down onto the bed. Suddenly, a hand was on Chuck's firm ass cheeks, kneading and massaging them like a pair of ripe melons. Chuck felt humiliated...he couldn't believe how a few coils of rope, a bandanna, and some tape could make him totally helpless. Suddenly, he heard the ripping sound of the tape coming off the roll again. His chin was grabbed from behind, and a strip of tape was plastered over his eyes, blindfolding him. Chuck whimpered as his sight was taken away. Now he was completely helpless. "Pretty, very pretty", the man said creepily, sending a chill up Chuck's spine. His shoulders were grabbed and he was flipped over onto his back, his half-hard cock rising from his groin. Chuck groaned as a hand gripped his shaft and began stroking it. Chuck was a horny young man, and although he was straight, any touching of his cock was sure to arouse him. Within about a minute he was rock-hard, and it only took a few more minutes of the hand job before he shot a huge load. It coated his cockhead and soaked his pubes as the hand massaged the hot cream back onto his body. As Chuck lay there, feeling a combination of humiliation and lust, he felt more rope being worked around his chest and shoulders. He was flipped back onto his belly, and the ropes were pulled around his back, while his legs were raised and attached to the ends, putting him into a snug hogtie. He felt the intruder rise from the bed, then heard the click of the television being turned on. Chuck groaned as the horrific sound of "American Idol" filled the room, knowing that any pathetic moans he made would be drowned out easily. "Have a good night, Handsome," he heard, and then the opening and shutting of the door.Chuck lay there, dazed, and recalled the newspaper article he had read that morning. Evidently, the reporter had had the good taste to leave out the more sordid details.
Chuck played by Charlie
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 08/10/2009
Date of Production: 08/10/2009 -
Gagging For It
24 photos; 5:01 video
Model: Adam Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 02/07/2018
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Sammy's Fantasy by Sammy
26 photos; 3:07 video
It was just another ordinary day at the Boundguys Manor. I was buy amusing myself with a book of old bondage photos. As I thumbed through the pages alot of fond memories slowly surfaced. Like most of my thoughts they involve hot guys in various states of undress bound and gagged. Lost in my daydreams it did not take long for my head to slump down as I drifted off to XXXX. I don't know how long I slept but when I finally woke up; some one had duct taped me to the chair I was XXXX in. They had wrapped the sticky duct tape in thick layers around my shoulders aand chest, my waist and my arms and feet. Whoever had done it was certain to wrap many layers around me so that it was impossible to break free. I strained against the tape but had no success, I flexed and tried to sXXXX the layers in twain still no effect. Whoever had caught me had done a good job. I heard somebody move behind me and I twisted in the sticky duct tape to try and see who it was. I knew it had to be one of the other guys as we had been tying each other up since Caitiff and myself first got the new house to run the website out of. Before I could get a good look at whoever it was a meaty hand clamped down hard over my mouth. MMpphh!! I struggled and writhed in the tape and strained until it felt like I was going to tear myself apart but I could not shake the hand that XXXX my mouth shut. MMpphh,MMPPHH, mmmhhhp! Finaly the hand realeased and I looked up into more duct tape being peeled off of a thick silver roll. My assailant stretched it over my mouth and wrapped it around and around my head. I pulled and twisted in the chair and tried to kick my legs out in front of me but whoever had caught me aXXXX had also securely wrapped, duct tape around my feet and the chair's base.I was completely immobilized. Then the last thing I remeber was here the sound of more duct tape peeling off the roll. The last piece of duct tape was smeared across my eyes and everything went black. Even though I could not see anything I could feel the same hands sliding and groping all over my body. They rubbed along my chest and legs while I struggled deliciously against the tight, sticky, silver restraints. MMMppphh? MMmPPpHHh!!? Whoever had gagged me was enjoying rubbing my cock and thighs. I pulled so hard against the duct tape that the chair rolled a few feet. I tried pulling one arm with all my migh then the other; even though the chair creaked alarmingly the duct tape held. I flexed my thighs and strained my back arching it up against the tape no success. A thin sheen of sweat coatedmy body by the time I was to exhausted to continue struggling. Every thing was still dark and I could feel the hands rubbing all over me. Then the hands began shaking me vigorously! Sammy, wake up.Sammy! Sammy! Wake up! I yawned and stretched as Caitiff roused me from my XXXX. "You must have been having a pretty good dream." "Yeah, I was." I responded. "Was it the bondage one again?" "It is always the bondage one." I laughed. "Is it time for another shoot?" "Yeah, you get to put Andre in the ropes today." "Andre, was always one of my favorites. I think I will use duct tape."The endSammy played by Himself Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 09/16/2006 -
Hard to Refuse by Soft Touch
20 photos
Terry blinked his eyes at the morning sun as he walked across the employee parking lot. The bright sun hurt his eyes and made him feel even more tired after working sixteen long hours in the hospital. All Terry wanted to do now was to get back to his apartment and then fall to down on his nice soft bed so poor Terry was already XXXX-walking as he opened the back of his old hatchback and bent over to put his carry-bag inside.“Yes…! Yes, I believe you. Please don't hurt me any more,” Terry begged as he worked his lips and his tongue against the soggy wedge of bandanna and hoped that the Man could understand the strange sounds that were coming out of his mouth.
“Ouch!”
Suddenly something stung Terry right in his butt. Terry reached back and felt around with his hands until he felt a small feathered dart sticking into his scrub pants. Terry pulled out the dart and looked at it. “Where did this come from?”
Then both of Terry’s legs felt like they were going to XXXX and the parking lot began to spin all around his head. Strong hands grabbed Terry by his arms and began to push him toward another car.
The next thing Terry knew he was lying down in a back seat while those hands wrapped him up in ropes, tied a big old bandanna over his eyes, and then wedged a thick roll of bandanna between his lips to stop Terry’s complaining about the harsh treatment he was receiving.
Terry must have dozed off for awhile after that because the next thing he knew he was on his feet again and being pushed through the blindfolded darkness by those strong hands. And then those hands held him close to a really strong body and warm lips whispered into Terry’s ear.
“Let’s get this straight. I am the Man and you are the Meat. You give me any trouble and I'm going to chop you down. You got that Meat?”
Terry moaned into his gag. He wasn't Meat. He was a highly-trained Nurse’s Aide and he had his diploma to show it. But the Man didn't seem to care who or what Terry was as he pushed the young Nurse down onto his knees on the hard floor.
“Do we understand one another?” the Man growled at Terry.
Terry moaned into his gag. He didn't know what he was supposed to say.
“I'm talking to you, Meat!”
Terry almost screamed as the Man grabbed him roughly and pushed him down onto the floor. Then his strong hands and hard body began attacking Terry’s trembling body in all sorts of ways. Terry flinched and begged into his mouthful of cotton for the Man to stop, but the Man wouldn't stop and with his eyes covered by the bandanna, poor Terry couldn't tell where the next attack on his body was going to be.
Suddenly the Man ripped the blindfold off of Terry’s eyes, blinding him with the bright lights in the room. And then he jammed his elbow up against Terry’s throat. “Do you believe me when I tell you that I will hurt you if you give me any trouble?”
Terry whimpered. None of his training had prepared him for this.
Then the Man’s strong hands closed around Terry’s throat. “Do you believe me?”
“That’s better! Now give me those feet!” The Man demanded.
Terry surrendered his feet to the Man and tried not to flinch while the scary character began wrapping rope really tightly around Terry’s ankles.
Then the Man pounced on Terry again, and again he shut off Terry’s breathing with his strong arm while he hissed into Terry’s face. “That’s right, Meat. You just keep doing everything I tell you. Then maybe, just maybe when this is all over I'm going to let you go home with all of your body parts.”
By now Terry’s whole body was trembling and he couldn't stop the little whimpering sounds that he was making behind the bandanna wedged into his mouth. This guy was crazy, really crazy!
“Okay Meat, time for some pictures.” The Man grabbed Terry and pushed him up on the couch. Then he made Terry sit up straight so that everybody could see the poster he had plastered to Terry’s chest. Then he backed off and started flashing his camera at Terry.
“You see Meat, it’s like this. You got a very important person on your floor, somebody we would really like to get close to. So we're going to persuade your Nurse buddies to be someplace else when we make our move.”
Oh no, Terry couldn't let that happen!
“Of course, if your buddies don't want to cooperate tonight,” the camera flashed again. “Then we're going to send them one of your little parts every night until they decide to play it our way.”
“My body parts…!” Terry screamed inside his head.
“Yea, won't that be fun?”
And then the Man laughed and laughed.THE ENDTerry played by George The Man played by Sammy Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/17/2006 -
Bear Bondage
21 photos; 4:05 video
Model: Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/21/2013
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Checking Up On Dean
20 photos; 5:12 video
Dean played by Himself
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 01/06/2018 -
Flex
21 photos
Model: Arturo Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/24/2008 -
Darien Begs
24 photos; 2:56 video
Model: Darien Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 02/04/2009
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Floored by Ogre
30 photos; 3:58 video
Dave had just joined the fraternity a few weeks before. Everything was going well during rush week. He showed up on time, took care of what he was expected to do. He was courteous and a model prospective member. Things were great, he was ushered in and all was well. If David had been doing his chores when the other fraternity snuck in, he'd have been able to call campus police. As it stood, however, he
was XXXX on the job and the other guys decided to take advantage of the situation. They snuck in through the kitchen door, wearing dark clothes and ski masks. They dug through their bags and pulled out a bunch of rope, having planned for this sort of complication. They then snuck into the main room of the house, found Dave lying there, and started trussing him up! Being such a heavy XXXXer, Dave didn't even notice once they were finished binding him. They crept away from him, leaving him to snooze, and grabbed the baseball trophy they were after. On the way out, one of the guys chuckled at him and he began to wake up, seeing their retreating forms heading for the door. He gasped and began to struggle but the other boys had bound him too tight! There was nothing he could do to prevent them from getting away! His brothers were going to be upset, and how! David struggled with his bonds while trying to come up with a convincing story to explain his predicament. Unfortunately, he couldn't do both very well and only managed to work up a sweat for himself. After two hours of wriggling and pulling and desperately trying to come up with a good tale, he heard the front door open. His heart pounded in his chest while he listened to the brothers come in from rugby practice. He knew he was in for it now. Charlie was the first to say something, even before they found David. "That lousy good for nothing. He was supposed to clean the house! How long ago did we leave him here? Four hours? Five?" Bill laughed sourly. "I swear, if I find him slacking off I'm going to give him one last chance to save his sorry butt." Charles agreed and the rest of the guys just laughed. They knew when Bill was angry, he meant business. "Oh, hey, look what we have here! The slacker himself!" Henry was the first to see David trussed up. The guys all filed in and David's chest went cold inside. How humiliating to be found like this. "Well, Dave, I see you've been playing around again. Probably had some girl in here who left you tied up to teach you a lesson." David shook his head violently, trying to explain through the gag but it was useless. They either didn't understand him or didn't want to even try. "Serves you right, you lazy good for nothing," Bill said. "You just lay here for a couple of more hours and think about what you're going to do next time about your chores!" He wiggled a finger at Bill who just looked pathetic. David's eyes pleaded for release, but one by one the brothers took turns whacking him on the ass and wandering off. Maybe next time he would not be so quick to fall aXXXX on the job.The EndDavid played by Nick Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 08/07/2008 -
But I thought by Kurt
26 photos; 5:28 video
Thad was thrilled to get the callback from the new restaurant. Times were tough, and his freshly-minted MBA in finance was getting him nowhere fast. The new Western-themed restaurant was the best offer he'd had since he graduated. Sure, being a waiter dressed up as a cowboy was a far cry from a corner office on Wall Street, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Thad was to meet Gary, the HR guy, at the Wagon Wheel. When he got there, he was surprised that he was the only applicant there. He had assumed that all the new hires would be there together. "Hello?" Thad called out, as he stepped into the quiet restaurant. There were some scaffolds and paint cans scattered around, and the booths were all wrapped up in heavy plastic. "Thad?" a voice said behind him, causing Thad to jump. "Oh, hi, Gary?" "Yeah", Gary said, extending his hand to Thad. He was a handsome, tall blond guy dressed in tight blue jeans and a white tank top. "Welcome to the Wagon Wheel." "Thanks," Thad replied, "Am I the only one here so far?" "Yep," Gary answered. "Head downstairs, you'll find your uniform laid out on a chair. Wanna make sure everything fits right before opening day. There's a locker down there for your clothes. Put on everything you find and I'll be down in a minute." "OK", Thad said, turning to the staircase that led downstairs. When Thad reached the basement, he was surprised to see it was nearly empty. The locker and the chair with his uniform were there, and an old blanket on the floor nearby. Thad quickly stripped down to his bikini briefs, and started dressing in the stuff he found on the chair. A pair of jeans fit him perfectly, though the cut was tight. A nice pair of brown cowboy boots, and a black Stetson were also on the chair, along with a white athletic shirt. Thad looked for a Western style shirt to wear over the wifebeater, but there was none there. "Looking good!" Gary's voice behind him made Thad jump again. He had a funny way of sneaking up behind you. "Umm, thanks...but I don't see a shirt", Thad said sheepishly. "You're wearing it!" Gary said, a sly smile on his handsome face.There was a loud noise from upstairs. Gary looked surprised, then said to Thad, "I'll be right back!" Thad sat down in the chair, waiting for Gary's return. He heard some voices from upstairs, probably delivery men with more restaurant equipment. A few minutes went by, and Thad heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He saw Gary's jeans-clad legs, then was shocked to see his face with a hand clamped over his mouth from someone behind him. A third figure followed them. Gary's eyes were wide over the hand that covered his mouth. Thad's throat froze up and he watched in amazed silence as the 3 men approached. The one handgagging Gary suddenly removed his hand. Gary groaned and slumped to his knees, then sprawled out cold onto the hard floor. "OK, shithead, if you don't want the same, turn around, put your hands behind your back and keep your trap shut." Not wanting to be XXXX out, Thad did as he was told. Within seconds, his wrists and arms were tightly tied in white rope. A bandanna was pulled between his teeth as a cleave gag, and knotted tightly behind his neck. Then another bandanna, folded wide, was tied over his mouth. He was roughly pushed onto the old blanket on the floor, and his knees and ankles were quickly tied. "OK, let's go", one said to the one who had bound and gagged Thad. "What about this one?", the second one said, gesturing towards Gary. "We'll be gone before he comes to. Come on!" The two strangers headed up the stairs, leaving Thad helplessly trussed and gagged and Gary still out cold on the floor. Thad moaned into the thick cloth gags covering his mouth. He knew the job market was tough, but this was ridiculous! The End Thad played by Matt Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 12/05/2009 -
Cellmates by HumiliatedGuyz
22 photos
Their first mistake had been to let anyone know they’d stashed a significant amount of cash on the outside. The second had been trusting Trev.Jim and Lyle were petty crooks, doing time for committing an armed robbery together. Neither blamed the other for getting caught; it was because of a flat tire leading to an upstanding citizen recognizing them from some surveillance footage. Such is life. Luckily, they hid the money before their capture.This was a story they had, in retrospect foolishly, told their buddy Trev in the yard one day.“You mean to tell me that there are four million dollars out there waiting for you two to get out?” Trey asked incredulously.They nodded, grinning.Trey looked at them for a moment and then told them of a plan he was formulating.The three of them talked for about two more weeks. Trev finally convinced them that he was on the up and up. The plan was daring, but if they pulled it off - they’d all be free to escape the country with their money. It was either that or do twenty-five years. The choice was easy._____They did it. Three correctional officers got stripped bareass, bound and gagged, wrapped up in sheets like squirming, indignant mummies and each of them stuffed in an unused dryer in the laundry room. The stashing of the guards allowed them uniforms and IDs with which to drive out of prison calmly. They ditched the cop car and split up. Jim and Lyle went to grab the money. Trev went to wait for them at the appointed meet-up place to finish fake passports before dividing the money and getting out of the country. The two best friends briefly considered screwing Trey over and just moving on. But Jim and Lyle were pretty decent guys for unrepentant thieves and figured it was Trey’s plan that had gotten them out, so they owed him his cut.When they arrived at the warehouse, Trev was broadly grinning, sitting at a table where he just finished their documents. Jim plunked the case on the table and opened it up. All they saw was green, green, green.And then the shine off the barrel of a XXXX. A XXXX held by a short guy who stepped out from behind a stack of boxes.“Hands up.”Jim and Lyle both stared at Trev.“You sonuvabitch,” Jim hissed.“Sorry fellas, but splitting four mil two ways is a lot nicer than four. But don’t worry, no one’s getting hurt. I can at least let you two live for turning me on to this score. But I’m sorry, my guy Don here is coming with me to Rio. You two ain’t. Strip.”Jim and Lyle looked at each other. And both shrugged almost in unison and began taking off the clothes they had snatched to replace their prison jumpsuits. When they were both down to their prison-issued boxers and socks, they looked expectantly (and not a little angrily) at Trev.“Keep goin’!,” Trey said, motioning with the XXXX HE had produced towards their underwear.“Oh, fuck you, man!” Lyle.“Aw c’mon, just tie us up. Isn’t that humiliating enough?” Jim pleaded.“Sorry, guys. I gotta make it as difficult as possible for you to come after us. Figure all your junk flopping around oughta stall you for when you get untied,” Trev explained.They lost their undies. Shivering in the drafty warehouse, their cocks experiencing a little shrinkage and their buns clenched in fear, they stood as Don (with a snicker) tied their hands behind their backs. Tightly. Then, with a humiliating dual boot to their bare bums, Don and Trev kicked them onto a mattress that they had put out for this very occasion.“OOFFF!!,” the two hapless cons groaned in unison as they belly-flopped nude on the cushioning.“Man, these dudes got nice big sexy bubble butts,” Don said hungrily.Jim and Lyle looked at each other as they lay prone, ass-up on the mattress. Both were wide-eyed.“Oh, yeah, guys, I gotta say, um, the way I got my friend Don here in on this was that I promised him…well, some entertainment,” Trev said apologetically.“What do you mean ‘entertainment’?” Jim demanded panic threaded through his question.He didn’t get an answer. What he and Lyle DID get were two bandanas tied tightly in their mouths, cleaving their lips and making speech difficult. Making their speech even MORE difficult were the strips of duct tape Don added to their mouths to seal the gags in and render them almost unintelligible.“MMMPPHRGGGHHHH??,” Jim mmmphed, wiggling his bare behind in anger and fear.“MMMmPPHHHMMOOMMPPHH!” Lyle mmmphed, glaring at Jim. Translation: “This is all your fault, numbnuts!”“Look, guys, if you do what Don says, it will be quick and relatively painless. He brought plenty of lube,” Trev offered somewhat apologetically.“MMMPPGGHHRHRRRRRRRPPHHH!!!,” Jim and Lyle said in unison, now both bare round rears wiggling and bouncing in fear and frustration.“And if you DON’T do what he says, he’s not gonna use lube. And he told me he knows where your families live. I’m not threatening them. But Don here is a little wacky and when he’s horny, look out.”Don chuckled.“You can leave us for a little while, Trev,” Don said menacingly.“Have at it, my good man, I’ll be just outside having a smoke and watching the perimeter.Trev left, as the helpless Jim and Lyle began to scream into their gags.“Ok, you butt sluts, I want to see those booties move. Get up on your knees, faces down ass up and move those fat butts. I like a little show before I get down to it.Moaning into their gags (and not wanting their families to come to hard), Jim and Lyle began to do what he asked. With some effort, grunting and mmpphing, and falling over due to their hands and feet being so snugly bound, they eventually managed to get on their knees and bury their faces in the mattress that had become their prison.“Two moons rising! Ok, girls, now wiggle!” Don said, laughing.Nearing tears, Jim and Lyle began to shake and wiggle their helpless bare butts slowly.“FASTER OR YOUR KIDS GET IT!” Don bellowed.Jim and Lyle squirmed in their bondage, and began to gyrate their shiny asses faster, bouncing and wiggling, making the most tempting targets for Don’s lust. Both of them started sobbing into their gags, knowing what was coming.“Ok, ladies, you stay just like that,” Don ordered and began unbuckling his pants.“MMMMPPPRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!,” Jim and Lyle screamed in unison, trying like hell to free their bound wrists and separate their tied ankles.Suddenly, the door to the building slammed open.“POLICE! FREEZE!”An undercover informant had clued the cops in on the breakout awhile back. They allowed Jim and Lyle out long enough to uncover the money. Trev and Don (pants around his ankles and shuffling) went into custody. A whole squad of cops gathered around the mattress. Jim and Lyle still bound and gagged, rolled over with their not substandard cocks flopping and squinted into their flashlights. Their situation was genuinely mortifying but being taken back to prison was preferable to ass XXXX.“Whattaya say, guys? They’ve caused us a fuckload of trouble, and they are in a perfect position being bound and gagged and all. You think these naughty boys need a round robin spanking over each of our laps to teach them a lesson?” the cop in charge asked heartily.As the rest of the cops goodnaturedly cheered and agreed, Jim and Lyle looked at each other, eyes wide once again.“MMMMMMPPPHHHH!!!”Model: Rod & Sammy Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 02/07/2006 If you like what you read here, check out Humilited Guyz's Tumblr
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Photography by Caitiff
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Tags: spanking, plug gag, socks, grope, shirtless, otter, bad guy, dominated
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24 photos; 3:16 video
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Bad Guy played by Dalton
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