Say Hello

30 photos; 5:11 video

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Model: Steven Thompson
Photography by Caitiff   Date of production: 07/03/2019

Sock Gagged Country Boi

25 photos; 4:39 video

Model: Hudson
Photography by Caitiff


Date of production: 06/16/2019

Involuntary Hazing by Caitiff

28 photos; 4:29 video

 

Wake Up by Caitiff

18 photos; 3:25 video

   Mickey “Pretty Boy” Metano’s had swam in a XXXX induced fog. Meanwhile Lonny, Mickey's former “employee” looked on. Once Mickey was awake, they could begin.
Earlier that day, Lonny had been the one tied up and helpless. Thinking to get rid of loose ends, Mickey had left Lonny bound and gagged in a closet. But fortunately, Mickey's thug Brian had always been both dumb and lazy. he hadn't’ secured the door as well as he should have. A good push an Lonny had gotten out. Though getting untied had taken longer, he had managed ot get out of the house before the men Mickey had hired to get rid of Lonny had arrived.
But Lonny knew he had ot act fast. Once Mickey heard that Lonny wasn't’ found where he was supposed to be, Lonny’s life wouldn't’ be worth shit. And Lonny wanted his revenge.
  But Mickey was a creature of habit. Whenever he did anything that gave him a guilty conscience, he could be found at the local bars, angling to get some pussy. And he always got some. He wasn't’ called “Pretty Boy” for nothing. But this time the woman he was chatting up had been paid off by Lonny to put a roofie in his drink.
Mickey got a Mickey, Lonny laughed at his own joke.
“Awww shit. my head. What happened?”, Mickey groaned. His eyes opened wide when he saw Lonny. ”You? but...Mmmmmmmmm!!!”
“Morning sunshine! Sorry but can’t have you upsetting the neighbours.” Lonny said a she hand gagged Mickey. After a few minutes of struggling, Mickey figured out he wasn't getting free that ay and calmed down.
  “Look man, it wasn't’ anything personal. You know that.”, Mickey blurted after Lonny’s hand was removed. “I still have the money. You can have it all....mmmmm.”
“I don't’ want to hear anymore out of your lying mouth.”, Lonny spit as he stuck a piece of tape over Mickey’s face. Even gagged, Mickey couldn't’ stop talking. But al that came out was a series of unintelligible “Mmphs”.
Mickey continued ot test his ropes but he knew it was useless. Both Mickey and Lonny were pro
s when it came to restraining a guy. In their line of work, one often had to keep a grown man bound and gagged and out of the way.    “I don't need you to get your money.”, Lonny explained a she showed Mickey his laptop. Mickey’s eyes widened as he figured out the ramifications. “You really need to be more careful about passwords. HotTang?!? You are so predicatbble. Always thinking with your dick. All I wanted was my share but now I figure you owe me an inconvenience fee. That should help set me up. I see you’’ve been skimming even from the big boss. Wonder how he would feel about that.”
All mickey could do was beg through his gag. even Lonny in a rage couldn’t torture a guy like the higher ups could. But greed had made Mickey stupid. And now it had cost him.
“Oh don’t worry. I got my own plans for you.”
Mickey wasn't’ sure he liked the sound of that. And he liked how Lonny was unbuttoning his shirt even less.
“You were always such a big stud with the ladies. Well, you’re my bitch now!”, Lonny said as his hand went down to Mickey’s cock. to his XXXX, Mickey’s dick responded. Lonny knew all of Mickey’s secrets. Including how the man’s dick went hard for anything if it got touched. The man was in a continual state of horniness. And now was no exception. It strained against the fabric of Mickey’s pants.
Mickey could nothing but sit there and be XXXX. His only hope was that once Lonny had had his fill, he would leave Mickey. Maybe he still had time to get out of town himself.
“Hello? Allied shipping?”, Lonny said after dialling into his cell phone. ”I got a package I need delivered. Pretty large crate. Where? Argentina.”.
Lonny hung up the phone. “I hope you are up for a trip. Because I decided I haven't’ even beXXXX getting what you owe me yet.”     Mickey “Pretty Boy” Metano played by Mike
Lonny played Mitch
Photography by Caitiff
 

Unlucky Scratch by Sot Touch

23 photos

                PJ and Lennie grabbed Darnell’s legs and Darnell could only watch helplessly while his two friends wrapped more and more of that awful tape tightly around his ankles and his thighs until he couldn't move his legs at all.  Why were they doing this to him?
            “You see,” PJ finally explained.  “Tomorrow you're supposed to go down and collect the cash for that winning ticket, but you ain't going.  Lennie’s going to do that for you.”
            So that was it!  They were going to steal his prize money!  Darnell began to struggle angrily and made all sorts of protests behind his taped-over lips, but they just laughed at him and pushed him back down onto the couch.
            “Don’t be like that Darnell.  Ain’t you forgetting you still owe me money?”
            Yea, Darnell thought.  He owed PJ about two-hundred bucks – not twenty-five grand!
            “Yea, you just better chill for awhile while we raid your food box.”
            “Maybe,” PJ looked at Darnell with hard eyes.  “If you're good, we might feed you, too.  And then maybe, if you're really good, we might let you use the bathroom some time before tomorrow.”
            Darnell groaned as PJ and Lennie laughed at him and wandered into the kitchen.
            Darnell waited until they were out of sight.  Then he very carefully rolled his bound body down off of the couch and onto the hard floor.  He had to get out of here!
            And then Darnell struggled and strained and inched his way across the carpet on the floor.
            One inch, two inches, three inches then Darnell stopped to rest.  His body was hurting all over and his breath was coming hard through his nose.  Then he set off again.
            Another inch, and then another inch, and then he realized that he wasn't really moving anywhere.  After all of that huffing and his body had moved less than three feet.  At that rate it would take him all night to make it to the door.  And then what…?
            Darnell didn't know.  For the moment he was completely beaten.  But he wouldn't be tied up forever.  Sooner or later PJ and Lennie had to let him go.  And then it would be Darnell’s turn.
            So Darnell lay there on the floor drenched in his own sweat and fighting for breath through his nose while he began to plan what he would do to PJ and Lennie when they finally let him go.
            And then Darnell began to smile behind his mouth tape.  He had a plan!      

Capture and Release by Kirk

32 photos; 7:05 video

Eli knew that Roger was carrying a torch for him.  They had dated on and off during senior year..fooled around a bit, made out a little, but nothing too serious.  But then Eli had gone to school upstate, and he and Roger had lost touch.  Eli was enjoying school, and he thought of Roger now and then, but his life was soon pre-occupied.  He was home for spring break, and the first day back he had gotten a text from Roger.

"Meet me at my place tonight..would like to see ya and catch up. Rog."

Eli looked forward to seeing Roger.  He XXXX on the basement door, but there was no answer.  Turning the knob, he stuck his head in.  "Rog...you in here?"

There was a sudden movement, and before he could even react, Roger had jumped Eli and wrapped his arm around his throat
"Gurrggh...what the hell..."

"Welcome home, buddy," Roger said into his ear.  "I've missed you!"

Eli struggled, but Roger had always been stronger than him.  Before he could loosen the arm around his shoulder, Roger had wrapped rope around his wrists and pulled it taut.  In the next few minutes, his wifebeater was gone, and his arms had been stretched out with rope attaching them to the overhead pipe.

"Roger, what the hell...", Eli protested, as the ropes stretching him were tied off.

"You remember how I used to say I'd like to tie you up....don't play dumb," Roger sneered.

"Yeah, I thought you were just kidding...c'mon, let me down, these ropes are tight!"
  "I don't think so.  You went off to school and left me in this hick town.  I've been waiting a long time to get back at you!"

"Get back at me?? What do you...MMMMPPPHHH!!"

 Eli's questions were cut off by three strips of silver duct tape plastered on his mouth.

Roger groped Eli's body and pressed his lips hard against his gagged mouth.

"Ummmm......you look hot, buddy!" Roger cooed into Eli's ear as he unbuttoned his jeans.

  Eli, though surprised, had to admit that is was hot being dominated like this.  Feeling Roger's sexy chest pressed hard against his back, while his arms stroked and hugged him was turning him on big time.

His jeans dropped to the floor, and Roger's hands were soon gently massaging his shaft. Eli laid his head back against Roger's shoulder.  He felt Roger's hand brushing his ass and realized that Roger was unbuttoning his own jeans. 

"Mmmmmmppppffffff", Eli moaned as he felt his buddy's hot meat lay on his butt crack.  Roger moved his hips gently, and the subtle movement of his hard shaft on Eli's cleft began to drive him crazy.

 Eli realized this was going to be a reunion to remember.

Eli played by Eli
Roger played by Simon
Photography by Caitiff

First Time Hog Tied

25 photos; 4:14 video

Model: Bill
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 07/02/2019

Front and Back

20 photos; 6:31 video

Model: Mike
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 06./13/2019

Embezzlement pt 4: Getting Rid of the Evidence

23 photos; 3:07 video

The Too Nosy Accounatnt Played by Jon Storm
The Greedy IT Guy
The Evil Boss played by Dean
Phptpgraphy by Caitiff   Date of Production: 11/14/2017

Twin Peaks by JMZ

44 photos; 5:58 video

 

Urban Cowboy

22 photos; 3:03 video

Cowboy played by Taylor
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 04/10/2010

Rancher Lassoed by Anonymous

26 photos

  The little community of Cactus Springs had seen some hard times, but nothing ever like this. Foreclosures on ranches that had been in the same families for generations were mounting. About the same time as these hard times hit, a new company, the Double-Headed Eagle Inc., had set up shop downtown. No one in town or in the surrounding county knew much about the mysterious business or who was behind it. But there was one man who had suspicions that the Double-Headed Eagle Inc. was headed by Nick Romanov, the Real Estate tsar from back east, who had the reputation of buying up dirt cheap farms and ranches on the verge of bankruptcy and then re-developing the land for resorts and golf courses. That man was Bucky Johnson. Bucky’s great-great granddaddy had come out west, settled near Cactus Springs, and raised cattle on a sizeable piece of land. Bucky took great pride in the hard work and sweat of his forebears to make a living from the land, and he was not about to lose the family ranch or see his beloved countryside lost to some hot-shot city slicker like Nick Romanov, who only wanted to make millions.
Bucky was well known to the other ranchers around Cactus Springs. He had been the star quarterback in high school and had gone on to become a sports legend at Windsor State University. He could have had a great pro career, but Bucky majored in agronomics and wanted nothing more than go back to work his family’s land. Growing up on the range and playing football in school had honed his body to withstand the rigors of ranching. He cut an imposing figure around Cactus Springs, winning the admiration of his neighbors, some of whom, including a few fellow ranchers, would have loved a roll in the hay with him. Armed with his degree in agronomics, his strength, and large XXXX of gumption, Bucky knew he could continue building up what his great-great granddaddy had beXXXX. When the foreclosures started and his suspicions grew about Nick Romanov being behind them, Bucky had rallied the remaining ranchers to meet this new challenge. “If we help each other out like our daddies did and their daddies before them,” Bucky told them, “then we can keep our land and stand up to people like Nick Romanov.” So, Bucky and the others worked hard on their own spreads of land and then worked just as hard helping their neighbors. And Bucky also obtained documents that proved Nick Romanov was behind the foreclosures. Bucky intended to present them to his neighbors at the next town meeting and thwart Romanov. Bucky had been a hero on the playing field, but he was becoming a new type of hero to the people of Cactus Springs.
Nick Romanov was not about to have some young fellow like Bucky Johnson stand in his way of making a fortune. Nick had encountered local opposition before, and he knew that if he bought off the leader of the opposition to him, the opposition fizzled. But this young buck couldn’t be bought off. “For Chrissakes,” Nick stormed, “this yahoo gave up a Pro Career to go back to the farm.” Thanks to the man in Nick Romanov’s pay at the local bank in Cactus Springs, Nick knew that Bucky Johnson had been snooping around and had gotten hold of documents that Nick wanted to be kept secret until he had bought up the land around Cactus Springs. This Johnson kid stood in his way. Nick decided that Bucky Johnson had to be discredited in the eyes of his fellow ranchers. And Nick devised a plan to discredit Bucky, but Bucky would have to disappear for the foreseeable future to make it work.     Nights on the ranch were quiet, except for the occasional sounds of the cattle lowing in the distance or at times a grey wolf howling. So Bucky was easily roused from XXXX by the creaking of the hardwood floors in the front parlor. Having time only to put his britches on and don his Stetson, he leapt downstairs and switched on the lights. Greeting him were two masked men.  Bucky demanded, “Who are you and what do you want?”
“You’ll find out soon enough. For now, if you would put your hands together in front of you,” the taller of the two men replied.
Even with his remarkable strength, Bucky realized that he didn’t stand a chance against bullets, so he complied. One of the two men, the short one, approached him with a length of rope and began to wrap it around Bucky’s wrists. Once that was done, the other man walked out of the room towards the den that Bucky used as an office. “I don’t keep much cash in the house, if that’s what you’re after!” Bucky yelled after him.
“Never mind what he’s after, just raise your arms a bit.”
Bucky did as he was told, figuring that they’d be out of there quicker without anyone getting hurt if he cooperated. The short man rolled several more coils of rope around Bucky’s forearms and just above his elbows. After that he wound the rope around Bucky’s torso, effectively pinning his upper arms to his sides.
As he tied Bucky up, the short man spoke softly to Bucky. “You’re one good looking cowpoke.”
Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell do you want, mister?”
“If I have my way, you’ll soon be screaming like a stuffed pig! Turn around and let me see that ass of yours.”
“Hey, wait a minute,” Bucky exclaimed in surprise, “ You can’t…mmpphh!”
“That’s enough out of you. Here chew on this.” Bucky’s words were cut off, as the man stuffed a white neckerchief between Bucky’s teeth and tied it off behind his head. “I want to admire you without any words of interruption.” With that the man spun Bucky round and let out a soft whistle.
“Yessiree…you do have quite a pert little butt on you. Would love to tap that keg!’
 “Ah…Jeez! Can’t I leave you alone for a minute? The Boss said not to damage him,” said the taller of the two as he walked back into the front parlor.
Bucky looked upward and said a silent prayer of thanks, but he noticed that the man carried several papers from Bucky’s office with him. He recognized them as the papers he obtained tying Nick Romanov to the foreclosures. He began to suspect that this was no mere robbery!
The taller man ordered his accomplice, “Finish tying him up!” The short guy did so, lashing Bucky’s ankles together. He ended by pushing Bucky down to the floor.
“Whmmatpphh dmmothh yoph wanmmpphh?” Bucky tried to say through the gag.
“I’m afraid we can’t understand you, Johnson, but I’m sure you’re wondering what my colleague and I want from you. We’ve been hired to keep you company for a while. Our employer wants to make sure that you’re kept under wraps until he can secure a few deals from your neighbors.”      “Mmmpphhyoth mmppwonpphh gethpphhh awmmppayth mmpphhwithh thissmmpphh,” Bucky attempted to say.
“I imagine you just said that we won’t get away with this. Well, I’m sorry, but we plan to. Our employer knows that you got a hold of some documents he doesn’t want released just yet. I’ve just replaced them with other documents that show you stand to gain a fortune from the foreclosures of your neighbors’ ranches. We are going to take you with us tonight. When you don’t show up for the town meeting tomorrow night, your neighbors will come looking for you. They’ll find those new documents on your desk. Your good neighbors will see you as a fraud. And our employer will be viewed in a more credible light. Even after we release you, no one is going to believe anything you say!”
 “Yothmmpphh dirmmpphhtyth basthtardssth!!” was all Bucky could scream in frustration.
“Oh! Well, we may be dirty bastards, but you’ll be a dirtier one to your neighbors,” The tall man replied. Turning to his accomplice and tossing more rope at him he added, “Tie his arms to his ankles, while I finish planting the rest of the documents. And try not to waste any more time feeling him up. They’ll be plenty of time to play with our guest, once we have him stashed…away from this place.”
The short man did as he was told, but couldn’t resist copping another feel of Bucky’s muscular glutes. “Cowboy, we’re going to have some fun later on!”
Bucky fought against the ropes and tried to scoot away from the prying hands, but it was futile. The goon knew how to lasso and rope. The short man, once he was done, left Bucky alone in the parlor. Bucky knew that he had to get lose before the men came back. He grunted into his gag, as he desperately tried to free himself. Bucky had to act fast. He started to squirm and drag himself towards the side table where he kept a bowie knife. If only he could get it, cut himself loose, hightail it out of there, and undermine those plans! “Damn,” he thought, “Here I am hogtied like a prize steer! That sonofabitch Romanov can’t get away with this!” Bucky drew himself closer to the table…
Will Bucky reach the table before the henchmen return?
Will Bucky be able to free himself?
Can he save Cactus Springs from the evil plans of Nick Romanov?
Or will he become the plaything of the short man?       The End?    

Under My Control by Jase1010

25 photos; 4:52 video

 

Hacking the Hard Way

25 photos; 4:12 video

BoundGuy played by Jesse Daniels
Bad Guy played by Ronh Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff   Date of production: 06/24/2019

Always Look in the Back Seat

25 photos; 6:13 video

Bound Guy played by Rick
Bad Guy played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 06/26/2019

Playing the Game

30 photos; 6:01 video

BoundGuy played by Vladimir
Bad Guy played by Sammy

Date of production: 04/26/2019

Buy Back by Fidelis

32 photos; 4:21 video

 
I rubbed my knuckles as I looked down at the kid lying in a heap at my feet.  He had gone down like a house of cards – all it had needed was one little tap on his chin.  OK, it was a more than a little tap, and I had been  holding him by his necktie when I socked him, which did give a little emphasis to the blow, but still…I sighed. Mardoff was getting sloppy, or desperate. This kid was nothing like the last goon that Mardoff had sent after me. I licked my lips as I thought about him.  Big, beefy, blond and Armani-clad. I’d kept that guy, Buck, down in the cellar for three days. It had been great fun breaking him in, breaking him down.  He’d been a real professional, which made it all the more fun.  By the time I finally let him go, he had been docile as a lamb.  This kid though – he had seemed to be an amateur. That was why I was wondering if Mardoff was getting desperate. Maybe Buck had spread the word. Sigh, it was time to get to work.

  I rolled the kid onto and his stomach, and tied his hands behind him. Tight.  What was the use of rope if it wasn’t tied tight?  Now that his hands were immobilized, it was time for some more fun stuff. I fetched a few bandanas.  I tied one around the kids’ eyes – he already knew what I looked like, but I found that not being able to see tended to accentuate the fear – plus it gave me a thrill.  I nudged the kid in the ribs a couple of times. He started to moan. Good, I wanted him conscious.
 “Wakie, wakie. Time to rise and shine, pumpkin.”
  “Wha-what happened to…GGGGGHHH!”

  Ah, how I loved that choking sound.  The kid of course had presented me with a prime opportunity to stuff his mouth.  I had a special bandana for that job – one that I had used to wipe off the sweat from my last workout.  He coughed and XXXXd and gagged. Yum, what a great sound.  Just to make sure that he didn’t spit out the balled up bandana, I slipped another one between his teeth and tied it off, tight. I grabbed the kid by his hair, and jerked him to his feet.  I picked up his own XXXX and jabbed it into his ribs.
  “Get moving, pumpkin. XXXXtime is over. I’m sorry you’re not going to get any milk and cookies, but if you’re a good boy I might give you something else. “
  “ GMMNNNOOOOO! MMMNOOOOOO! BMMNOTHAT!”
  I snickered.  Good old Buck must have broken down and spread the word about what I had done to him.  No wonder Mardoff was relying on amateurs to do his dirty work. This kid was probably desperate to break into the business. Too bad for him.  As I shoved him down the stairs leading into my cellar I patted him down.  Ah, a wallet. It was always good to know who I was dealing with.  I removed his wallet before I shoved the kid down onto the old bed I kept down here. He gurgled helplessly into his gag as I examined the contents of his wallet. What a fucking bonus!  Either Mardoff had sent his own nephew to take me out, or else the kid wanted to impress his uncle and had taken the initiative. It didn’t matter. I was going to have some fun with the kid, plus I would collect a hefty ransom. Mardoff was the scum of the earth, but he was known for the affection he held for his family.
  “MMMGGGAAHHHH!”
  I had to admit the kid had some spunk.  Trying to ram in the gut with his head, whilst blindfolded and having his hands tied behind his back took some courage.  A fist in the gut took care of him.  He fell back on the bed.  I tied his legs together so that he wouldn’t be able to repeat that particular stunt, and then I got my concealed camera running.  Uncle Bernie was going to get some interesting clips sent to him, along with the ransom demand. Once that was done I pulled up the kids’ blindfold.  His eyes bulged and he screamed into his gag.  OK, I HAD made myself comfortable – this was hard work after all and I felt much more comfortable without all of those bulky clothes. Plus, it seemed a good idea to give the kid a preview of what was to come.
  “MMNNOOOOO! PLEEEZZZNOTHAT!”

  The kid heaved himself back onto the bed, trying to get away from me.   I laughed at his futile efforts at escape.
  “Come on, kid. It isn’t going to be that bad.  You never know, you might get to enjoy it.  Eventually.  I like to spread the joy around.  And if you don’t enjoy, think how overjoyed Uncle Bernie will be to get back his beloved nephew Jake.  Yeah, I know who you are kid.  That is why this is going to be so sweet. Your dear old uncle has been giving a lot of trouble, trying to get me whacked.  However, right now, I want get a look at the merchandise.”
  The kid shrieked as I ripped open his shirt, exposing his smooth chest.   Hmm, not too bad, not bad at all. He howled and struggled when I nibbled on one of his nipples. Jeez, what a wuss.   I could just imagine what kind of noise he was going to make when things got really interesting. I grabbed his tie, pulled him close and started whispering in his ear, telling him exactly what was going to happen to him. For some reason that seemed to upset him, and he went ballistic.  I sighed deeply. Buck had been much more interesting – he held out for a long time before he got really upset.  Oh well, I would have to make do with what was at hand.  Fear was a turn, after all.  If he was going to get hysterical, I might as well give him a little more reason – before the main course, as it were.  I rolled him over and laid down on him, pressing down, letting him know what he would eventually have to deal with.
   Crap, the kid was going to damage himself if continued like this.  All of this thrashing about couldn’t be good for him.  If he wasn’t careful, he was going to brain himself. I couldn’t have that – I wanted to get a wad of cash from his uncle, plus I wasn’t into necrophilia.  I needed more rope.
  I sat back and watched the streaming video.  If I were really smart, I would put this online and start charging for it.  The kid was thrashing around, screaming and struggling. The poor sap was just tiring himself out On the other hand, he was getting me  more and more excited.  This should get Uncle Bernie to pay up BIG time.
 
 

The Grovery Bagger by John

26 photos

Now I normally do my grocery shopping at the store down the street from my house, but today I was across town and needed just a few things and knew that if I didn’t get them now I would forget on my way home.  So as I was driving I saw a Shop-N-Save and pulled in.  I needed to get some shaving cream, razors, and batteries.  I needed to do some “manscaping” tonight as I had a date tomorrow and don’t ask what the batteries were for.  I grabbed the items and then headed to the checkout line.  That’s where I saw him.
 
This cute and adorable guy, about 5’7”, brown curly hair, and eyes to die for.  His nametag said “Hi my name is Craig”.  Damn nice to look at you Craig, I thought to myself.
 
“Paper or plastic?” Craig asked me.  I looked at him and said, “Plastic thanks.”  I grabbed my items from his hand and started to walk out the door.  I stopped and turned around, looked at Craig one more time, then I started to walk back over to him, I pulled out my business cards and gave him one.  “I’m a model search guy and do photography.  Give me a call if you want to do some work.  I think you could totally make it in the field.”  It took a lot of courage to say that to him, because it wasn’t “totally” the truth, but wasn’t a lie either.
 
I waited a few days, and then finally Craig called me.  “Hello?  This is Craig, the guy that you met from Shop-N-Save.  I have been thinking about getting into the modeling industry, do you really think I have the looks?”
“Hey Craig, yea, from what I saw at the grocery store you looked very good.  Now I realize that you were in your uniform, but I’m sure you look good out of it too.” I told him. 
 
I arranged for Craig to come over to my house the following evening when he got off work.  I told him to bring some “preppy” clothes and we would do some sample photo shoots, a very informal thing.
 
Craig arrived at my place on-time and ready to go, unlike a lot of my other models.  I sat him down and explained the business side of things, had him sign all the releases and what not, then I told him:  “Well I just got a request from one of my magazine editors that he needs a set of pictures for a magazine right away, and the problem is I don’t have the kind he wants yet.”  “What’s the magazine” Craig asked.  “Boys in Bondage” I told him.  Craig’s eyes opened up a little wider.  By the look on his face I could tell that he didn’t know quite what to think.  “Would you be willing to let me for-go the typical “practice shoot” and just take pics of you tied up in some bondage?”  Craig thought about this for a little bit and decided that it would be ok.  Besides, he was getting paid and he was starting out in the modeling world…or so he thought.  Below are the results of mine and Craig’s “photo shoot”

Clean Sweep

23 photos; 3:28 video

Model: Mike
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/19/2019

Wearing Him Down

20 photos; 5:21 video

Model: David
Phootgraphy by Caitiff   Date of Production: 05/31/2019

Embezzlement pt 3: Exposed!

20 photos; 5:41 video

The Too Nosy Accounatnt Played by Jon Storm
The Greedy IT Guy
The Evil Boss played by Dean
Phptpgraphy by Caitiff   Date of Production: 11/14/2017

Sports Fans

30 photos; 5:35 video

Sports Fan One played by Jon Storm
Sports Fan Two played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Rope Work by Lex


Date of Production: 11/15/2018

The Pledge by Kurt

22 photos; 4:41 video

  "OK, pledge...STRIP!!"

Simon swallowed hard as the pledgemaster glared at him.  He wanted to be accepted into the fraternity, and he knew that there would be some weird hazing rituals involved, but he had no idea what they would be.  He was in the middle of a circle of frat brothers, and the idea of stripping in front of the leering seniors made him blush from head to toe.  The basement of the frat house was cold and damp, but Simon slowly did as he was told until he was shivering in his CK boxer briefs.

"All the way, asshole,"  the pledgemaster barked.  "And put this on!"

He held out a skimpy jockstrap with a bright red pouch.  Simon slipped the sexy garment on, adjusting his package to fit into the tiny pouch, accompanied  by the snickers of the frat boys.  As he bent down to pull the straps up his legs, his exposed ass received a  stinging slap from an anonymous hand behind him.   "HEY!" Simon protested weakly, and immediately he was gagged with a red bandanna that matched the now-bulging red pouch he wore.

"Mrrffffff!" Simon grunted, as the cloth was tied tightly into his mouth.

He was pushed and prodded, and his arms were twisted behind his back.  His wrists were quickly tied with white rope, and he was thrown down onto a rickety old wooden chair.
More rope was quickly tied around his upper arms and chest, and his legs were stretched back and tied to the rear chair legs.

"Here's the deal," the pledgemaster said, smirking.  "You get one half-hour to get out of the ropes.  You have to struggle the whole time or it doesn't count.  If you DO get loose, you don't make the cut.  If you struggle with your full strength the whole half-hour and still DON'T get loose, you pass!"

Simon winced as the pledgemaster used a marker to write "PLEDGE 1" on his chest.  As the frat brothers left the basement, each one gave Simon's exposed package a stroke through the thong-pouch.  By the time the last member left, poor Simon was as hard as a brick.  He started struggling as he'd been instructed, and the ropes held.  He thought maybe he could work the gag out of his mouth using his tongue, but then he thought that would be held against him, so he left it in place.  He was even afraid to make too much noise while he struggled in the ropes, so he kept his gagged moans to a minimum.

It seemed like hours before the frats returned. 

"Good job, buddy! You're still tied up tight, just the way we like our pledges!  You pass!"

Simon smiled beneath his gag. "An ah et uty ow?" he grunted, the rough translation being "Can I get untied now?"

"You pass Phase One!" the pledgemaster said, grinning evilly.  "There are TEN phases to the first round of initiation....and you will be kept bound and gagged through them all. Now, are you ready for Phase Two?"

Simon moaned in defeat and nodded meekly.    

Guess Who!? by XXXXfreak

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   One day Ramone was waiting for his friend to come over. He was very excited he and this particular friend always seem to have a ton of fun. He waited in a nice white t-shirt and short shorts. Suddenly the door to his apartment opens. Ramone says "I think it'll be a little more exciting now that you can let yourself in and sort of surprise me!"   The person who entered the room demands in a a raspy unidentifiable voice "Turn your face towards the head of the bed and don't look!" Ramone does as he is told and says "I love what you are doing to your voice it adds a lot to the scenario."   The mysterious voice says "Get closer to the bed, almost hug it." Ramone does as he is told and trying to smile at his friend he looks towards the man. As soon as Ramone turns his head the man shouts "Don't look at me! Put your face on the bed! Now put your hands behind your back!" Ramone does as he is told.    The man gets on top of Ramone and ties his hands. Ramone then says "mmm. that feels good!" "Now your legs!" shouts the man. Ramone moves his legs from their spread position to close together. The man then takes more rope and ties his feet together. Ramone shouts at the man "Tighter!". The man listens and tightens it! "Oh yea! Now I can really struggle!" Ramone says happily. Ramone lies on the bed and rolls around struggling. "Now what do we do?" Ramone asks.   The man gets on the bed, and Ramone gets a glance at him. Ramone shouts, "You aren't--" His shout is cut off when the man takes a red bandanna and ties it around his head gagging him. Now that Ramone realizes something is wrong he continues to roll on the bed this time with the intention of actually becoming free. He tries to shout through the gag but all the comes out is "mmpph Mmpph"     "Stop struggling you aren't going to free yourself" shouts the man. At this point Ramone sits up on the bed and stops trying to scream. "Good boy! Now I can have my fun!" The man goes towards Ramone and pulls his white shirt over his head exposing his hairy upper chest. As the men pushes Ramone back to the bed and lounges on top of Ramone, he starts to shout again.     The End?   Bonus Story 1   The Guy From the Gym   By Bobthename   Phil had just gotten home from the gym, he pulled up in front of his house and noticed his bedroom window was open, it wasn't open before he left so he became a little worried. He immideatly got out of his car and entered his house. He was on his way to his room when a man holding a XXXX told him to follow him.   Phil listened to the stranger and walked with him to phils room. When they got there the man told phil to lay face down on the bed. Phil slowly did as he was told. After he was on the bed the man directed Phil to put his arms behind his back and keep quiet. Phil nervously asked what was going on but the man ignored him and instead started to loop rope around phils wrists. Once his hands were bound he went to phils ankles and tied them tightly together. Phil was now bound hand and foot, lying helplessly on his bed.   The creepy man then sat next to phil on the bed and pulled a red bandana out of his pocket. "Guess what this is for my friend?" said the stranger as he tied the bandana firmly around phils mouth. Phil tried to talk but the gag was so tight all he could say was "mmmmmpph!"   Finally the man started to talk. "Phil, I've been going to the same gym as you for the last 8 months and have wanted your body since day 1 and today I decided I'll have it" Phil squirmed and made gagged grunts trying to get loose.   The XXXX then turned phil over so he was now on his back. Phil looked him in the eye and tried to talk.   "Relax" said the stalker as he gently corressed phils muscular thighs, "your gonna feel things you've never felt before my friend" Phils eyes grew wider as the man started to massage his crotch. Phil helplessly tried to get loose but had no luck, the knots were way to tight. The next thing Phil knew his own groin was being fondeled and his shirt pulled over his head. He screamed into his gag but was totally ignored by the cloth that was shoved in his mouth. The horny predator then yanked Phils shorts to his knees and placed his mouth around phils manhood. Phil squirmed like never before but only succeeded in tiring himself out. The man had no mercy on phils cock, and after he was finished he turned phil back over to his stomach.   "Guess what time it is now my little sex toy?" said the pervert, "mmmm, finally that lucious butt is mine", Phil mmmmphh'ed into his gag as his virgin ass was totally abused....   Fin   Bonus Story 2   "Who Are You?"   by Jockboy   Ramone loved to jog after a hard day's work. On this particular day he was even happier due to the fact that his girlfriend was gone for a business trip for a whole week!   As Ramone returned from his hour long jog he failed to notice the door to his apartment was unlocked. Ramone took no note of it as he walked inside and locked the door behind him. He went into his bedroom and flopped down on his bed, exhausted from his run. In a couple minutes he was already snoring.   He failed to notice the man in black entering his room. The man set a small black bag down and opened it, pulling from it a long coil of white rope. The man began to quickly bind Ramone's wrists together behind Ramone's back. As soon as that was done he began working on Ramone's ankles. Soon enough they were quickly and efficiently bound as well.   Suddenly, Ramone began to stirr. "What the hell?" Ramone wondered aloud as he was unable to move his hands or feet. Seeing the man Ramone got defensive. "Who the hell are you?" Ramone demanded to know.   Not to his liking, Ramone was quickly silenced as the man stuffed a red bandanna between Ramone's teeth and knotted the ends tightly behind his head. Ramone grunted and yelled from behind the gag at the intruder in hopes of getting him to leave him alone. Ramone got more defensive as the man began pulling up Ramone's shirt and massaging his chest. Ramone could only lie helpless as the man began to feel every inch of his bound and gagged body.       End