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Model: Rawy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/15/2009
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Mark almost didn’t wake up. It had seemed pointless. Because of their schedules, his family didn’t celebrate Christmas until a week later. and he had already given his presents to his friends. And of course, he didn't’ have work today. Mark was going to spend Christmas alone. Mark got out of his bed. No use whining about it, Mark thought as he went downstairs to fix himself some breakfast and work out. Passing down the hall, he almost missed the “present” his friends had left him last night. Fortunately, it was making quite a lot of noise. “Mmmmmppphh! Mmmmmm!” Mark peered into his living room. It took a while for his brain to register what he saw. There in the living room hopping around was Danny, a guy Mark had had a crush on for ages. Danny had always been way to full of himself to give Mark the time of day. Until now it seemed. Danny looked at Mark with sad puppy dog eyes. He didn't’ say anything. Probably because of the gag that was wedged tightly between his teeth, filling his mouth. Danny’s hands were bound behind his back while his legs were tied together at the ankles and knees. Nearby Mark found a card. It read, “heard you didn’t have plans for today. at least you don't’ have to spend Xmas alone. Love all of your friends. PS, don’t “Unwrap” it. He likes it better this way. Just call us when you are done.” Mark was speechless. He had heard Danny was kinky but he had no idea. But he wasn't’ about to look a gift horse, or a bound and gagged man in the mouth. Mark grabbed Danny and set him on the floor. No use having his new toy hurt himself. Mark then sat back in a chair and watched as Danny rolled and struggled, moaning into his gag. mark’s mind raced over al the things he wanted ot do to Danny’s body. Reaching over to his bound captive, Mark pulled Danny’s shorts down, exposing his ass. Yes, thought Mark, there were lots of things he was going to do today. Danny grunted through his gag. He couldn't’ believe how he had been roped into this, literally. But the guys at the bar had figured out he had been skimming from the register and made a deal, be this guy’s boy toy for as long as it took or get fired and probably go to jail. Danny couldn't’ even remember this guy’s name. He just remembered he came to the bar a lot and was friends with the owner and most of the regulars. But this wasn't’ the kind of guy Danny cared about. Normally he wouldn’t have given him the time of day. And originally Danny had planned on talking his way out of this, holding off any plans this guy had. But that was before he had been tied up and gagged. And he would remain so until whatever was going to happen had happened. Danny struggled as his ass was played with. he jerked when his nipples were squeezed. Then his shorts were pulled down al the way. Danny wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Then Mark put his mouth around Danny’s man hood. Maybe this won’t be so bad, Danny thought. The end Danny played by Jason Starr Photography by Caitiff XXX-Mas Morning Date of Production: 12/11/2007
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Model: Mickey O'Shea Photography by Caitiff
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He was such a freeloader. He never paid his way and more than once I had to cover his rent. This was getting really old and I needed to let him know that he would have clean up his act or he would have to move out. I figured I would talk to him after work; he was an adult he would understand.
I sat at my desk and waited for the day to end. It had been a long day, and boss rode me about everything. I just wanted to get home throw on some shorts and have an ice cold beer. I even thought of holding off on my talk with Chris, I didn’t need any added stress to this already crappy day. I couldn’t wait for five o’clock to come; I envisioned the couch and the remote. I could taste the beer in my mouth already. The cold suds sliding down my throat making my whole day disappear.
I walked into the house and made my way to my bedroom. I peeled off my suit and socks and walked to the fridge. My eyes glazed over in anger. I could feel a sudden rush of blood to my head. The six pack I had bought the night before was gone. There was only one suspect, and I flew into a rage. I slammed the refrigerator door and made my way to Chris’ room.
There he was passed out on his bed, the last of my beer resting next to him. He never even asked or offered to help pay for them. I went for his wallet and as usual it was empty, I wasn’t going to let this one slide. I went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water to throw on his freeloading ass, but as I passed the utility closet a new idea hit me. I was going to make him pay for those beers one way or another.
I took the rope and headed for him. I pulled off his smelly wife beater and began to use every knot I learned in boy scouts to bind his arms and wrists. I made my way down exposed him. I pulled off his shorts and underwear and began wrapping rope tightly around his balls and thighs. The muscles in his legs tensed and I tied the final knots. I ended with his ankle and feet in strict hogtie. He wasn’t going anywhere.
I looked around his room for something to gag him with, and just as I thought the perverted fuck had a leather gag in his night stand. I always knew he was the kinky type; he had that certain look to him. I placed it in his mouth and secured it behind his head. His eyes began to open slowly exposing his blood shot eyes. He looked around and finally realized his situation. He began to thrash vigorously. He screamed through his sealed lips and gave me a fierce look of anger. “Chris I see you helped yourself to my beer again”, I said. “MMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH”, he said. “You have been taking advantage of me for way too long”, I said. “MMMMPPPPPHHHH”, he said. This was going well. “This is it, from here on end you will have to start taking responsibility, and paying me on time for bills, including your share of the grocery bill”, I said “MMMMPPPHHH”, he said. He thrashed and whimpered sadly. “Also, you owe me for those beers and I expect payment by tonight. Just to make sure I get my money I’m going to take a bit of insurance”, I said. “MMMPPPPHHH”, he said. I took my cell and
began shooting pictures of him. “You have until eight o’clock”, I said. “MMMPPPH”, he said.
At the end of the month he had his full rent and paid his share of the food bill. I sent the pictures out to all our friends anyways, just for kicks He’s looking for a new apartment to move into by the end of the month.
The End
Chris played by Taylor Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/26/2009
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Model: Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/17/2013
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Model: Chad
Ropework by Slade
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/26/2010
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Moel: Dante
PHOTOGRAPHY; Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/17/2013
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Shore leave for Seaman Mark Wolf was almost over. And none too soon as far as he was concerned. Although he hardly loved being cooped up on the ship for weeks on end, ever since his ship had docked in Japan, weird things had been happening. Mark was certain that boxes of supplies had gone missing and then mysteriously reappeared again. Not that Mark could prove it. When ever he checked the records, the everything seemed in order. But Mark was certain that the supplies hadn't been checked out either. His crew mates who maintained the supplies looked at him like he was crazy whenever he mentioned it. And the entire situation had gotten worse since the USS Kitty Hawk had pulled into port. It was the last day before the ship went back to sea and Mark was doing inventory as he was scheduled to do. That's when he noticed Petty Officers Smith and Cribbs nosing around, looking in the boxes. They hadn't seen Mark, so he ducked behind a corner and watched as the two men seemed to grab something and walk off! Not knowing what to do, Mark followed the men as they both left the ship and went into the Navy Base. Mark wasn't an expert as tailing people but he was certain neither man had seen him as they entered a storage building, apparently unused. Mark snuck into the old building and down into a filthy basement, stopping short when he heard Smith and Cribbs talking to some other men. "So this is the last of it?" Mark heard one of the unknown men say. "Yeah, " Replied Cribbs, "We did a switcheroo with the records so no one will even notice this is missing. Especially when it comes back." "And no one will inspect the boxes? We can't afford having this merchandise discovered!" The first man asked. "Don't worry! Customs doesn't bother with military ships. Once we get the stuff we took from the supplies back on the ship, no one will be the wiser. You get your drugs and your supplier gets the cash and it all looks like just a routine transfer of supplies." Oh my God!, thought Mark, Smith and Cribbs and who knew who else were smuggling! He had to get the authorities. Unfortunately, before he could do just that, he was hit on the back of the head by a bottle. Everything exploded in a flash of white, then darkness.
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BoundGuy played by Nick Armor
Bad Guy played by Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:09/26/2018
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Model: Neil Photography by Caitiff
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Bound Guy played by Dean
Evil Cop played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/15/2018
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Thank God, Charlie thought, the bozo was finally leaving. His legs were getting numb from sitting in the car for so long, and he was getting really tired of pissing into a bottle. Surveillance sucked, but it was part of the job, and he had bills that needed to be paid. This assignment was proving to be a little more interesting than he had initially thought it would be. Interesting, but a bit scary too. This guy was up to some creepy stuff, more than just stealing secrets from Alphamax Corporation. He had some really weird friends - friends who belonged to some nasty, violent fringe groups. Once he had realized whom he was dealing with, he had been particularly careful – he even had back up this time. He was itching to get into Russell Franklin’s house, but he decided to wait just a few more minutes. He knew that he could be in all kinds of trouble if he got caught. Franklin was dangerous, and the if the cops caught him….he could lose his license.
Ugh, but he was stiff. Charlie stretched a bit, looking around him to make sure that no one was observing his actions. The street was quiet; he had made sure that he parked as far away from the streetlights as was possible. Now seemed to be a good time to make his move. Crouching down, shielded by the hedge, he made his way down the side of the house to the back door. He waited for a few minutes. He didn’t hear anything. Now for the hard part. He was pretty certain Franklin didn’t have an alarm system, but having to come to know this guy, and the scary group that he hung out with, it was possible that the door had some kind of booby trap. Plus, his lock-picking skills were a little rusty. It had been awhile since he had to do this.
Aha, he was in! Charlie looked around the kitchen; this probably wasn’t the best place to start looking for information. Turning on his flashlight, he made his way further into the house. Hmm, this chest of drawers looked interesting; Franklin must have left in hurry- papers were strewn all over the floor in front of the chest. Charlie picked one up. HOLY SHIT! This stuff was red-hot! He had to call the FBI, the CIA, the…Charlie’s mind went blank as he thought of other agencies he should inform. This stuff was way out of his league. He would just take a few pics of this documentation and…he felt an explosion of pain in his head and everything went black.
"Wake up, you stupid dick. Wake up."
"Whhhattt?" Damn, it hurt, What had happened. Before the fog had cleared someone grabbed his head and shook it. Oh shit, it felt as if his head was going to fall off. He tried to focus his eyes. Ooops, he was in BIG trouble. Russell Franklin stood in front of him, smirking. Charlie tried to get up, and then realized that he was tied to a chair.
"You pissant little…MMMPHHHH!" Franklin slapped a hand over Charlie’s mouth, and squeezed his cheeks, tight.
"Gee, it looks like Mr. Big Shot Private Dick isn’t as smart as he thinks he is. Do you think that I’ve got this far without recognizing a tail when I see one? You’re in big trouble, mister, bigger trouble than you’ve ever been in so far in your life. Just you wait."
Franklin removed his hand, and left the office. Charlie yelled at him. "You won’t get away with this, you creep. People know where I am, they’ll be here any minute!"
"Why don’t you shut your big mouth, big boy? I suppose that I’ll have to do something about it, won’t I? "
He was helpless to stop Franklin from shoving a balled up rag into his mouth. Before he could spit it out a bandanna was tied around his mouth.
"MMMPHHH! GGGMMMSITALLMMOVER! MMMIGHTMMASMMWELLMMGIVEMUP!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure, big boy. I’m really afraid. You have got a big mouth, haven’t you? I think you need a little something else to keep you quiet. Hmm, this should do the trick."
"MMMNOOO! GGGMMHEELLLPPPPP!" Charlie whipped his head from side to side, but bound as he was, it was easy for Franklin to wrap length after length of wide red tape around his mouth.
"There, that should keep you quiet for a while. Now, I must say you have messed things up just a bit. I wasn’t quite ready to make move, not just yet. However, I will just pack up things, and I’ll be out of here in a jiffy. But first, I have a little present for you. How do you like it?"
"MMMCHRISTMNOO! GGMMCANTMMBESERIOUSH!"
"Oh,yeah, I’m deadly serious. There are lots more where this came from. Fifteen minutes after I’m out of here, you’re going to be history. Little bits of you will be scattered all over the block."
Charlie was XXXX to sit in helpless silence as Franklin stuffed documents into a duffel bag. When he had finished, he sauntered over to the chair.
"It’s time to say good bye. Let me fix this timer. Yep, that looks good. I wish that I could stick around and be here at the end, but I’ve got friends waiting for me. Bye bye big guy."
Charlie struggled frantically against his ropes. Damn, there was no way he was going to be able to get himself free in 15 minutes. His hand brushed the jacket of his suit pocket. His cell phone! What a moron he was. In his panic, he had forgotten that he had told his partner what he was doing. If he could only get the phone out…….
Charlie had no idea how much time had passed. He had finally managed to get a couple of fingers into his pocket, just far enough in to grasp his phone, but the damn thing kept on slipping out of his grasp. Finally, he managed to pull it out of his pocket. Please, please, don’t let me drop it, he prayed. Now, all he had to do was hit speed dial. Yes, it was ringing. Pick up, goddamn you, PICK UP!"
"Hey, Charlie, how’s the stake out going on? You need any help?"
"GGGGMMMYEEEEESSSSSHHHH! MMMHEEEELLLLPPPPPP!"
"Charlie, hey Charlie, you there/"
"GGGMMYEEEEESSSSSS! GGGMMMGETMMURMASSMOVERHERE!"
"Charlie? Charlie? What’s going on?"
The phone slipped out of Charlie’s sweaty hand. Oh shit, now he was really screwed. He kept on yelling through his gag, jerking around in the chair, trying to get loose. Things weren’t supposed to end this way. He didn’t want to be blown up into little bits. He wanted the end to come peacefully, with a cigar in one hand, and a glass of brandy in the other. Preferably when he was about a hundred years old. He was too young to die!
The back door swung open.
"Hey, Charlie, I hope that I’m not screwing things up, but you sounded…HOLY SHIT! What’s that!"
Charlie slumped in the chair as his partner snatched up the bomb and disconnected the timer. He was going to nail that Franklin bastard, and then he was going to make Martin a full partner!
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The Super played by Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/05/2018
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The Runner played by Rick
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Productive: 04/11/2018
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Model: Dante
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/03/2012
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Two hundred and fifty channels and not one show with a dude tied up! Jesse was pissed. It was a hot, humid day and Jesse was alone at home. He had stripped down to his boxers and pumped up the a/c. “Maybe I’ll catch some tie up fun on TV,” he thought. He began flipping. Sci-Fi - …”those dudes on Battlestar Galactica would look great in ropes, captured by the Zylons,” he thought. Nothing. Game show channel. The History Channel. “Civil War --- did they not capture dudes and rope them good?” Nothing. YES Network! “Damm, Jorge Posada of the New York Yankees would look great all tied up and held for ransom!” FLIP. FLIP. FLIP. Nothing. As Jesse was daydreaming and using his hand well, he figured he punch in a DVD. “Cool video called- “Teenage Caveman. Kid gets nicely ropes and left to suffer under the hot sun. Lots of sweat and struggle.” Jesse just put the DVD in the player when….
POWER OUT. “Damm, another fuckin rolling blackout,” Jesse thought. Too much power used on these hot days. He got up and opened the windows and the front door, letting the hot air come through the screen. Laying back on the couch, he felt himself begin to seat. He began to conjure up a scenario in his head: “It would be fucking great if one day I got mugged, taken somewhere, and was all tied up and gagged well. He could feel his body excite at the thought and began to move his hand to work, when…..
It was no dream! “Don’t move !’ Jesse’s eyes widened .
“What do you want? Jesse whimpered, his heart pounding so hard in his chest he thought it would pop out of his skin. “What, your stuff jackass. Money, electronics. Could not give a shit about you.” “You loose- there is an alarm in this house!” Jesse exclaimed. “Power out idiot! Remember.” Jesse was XXXX to his knees and his arms were pulled behind his back. Soon he felt clothesline rope binding his crossed wrists, tightly cutting off the circulation. “You’ll never get away with this…. We have battery backup on the camera….” A rag was shoved down Jesse’s through gagging him, and a slice of silver duct taped was plastered over his mouth. “Have no time for your little chit chat,” his mugger said as he pulled Jesse’s wrists and checked his ropes. “Now gotta get those cute legs of yours.” Jesse mpffed in his gag as his legs were pulled out from under him, and his feet crossed at the ankles and tied off. “Now your knees kid.” Jesse felt his heart racing and the sweat beginning to pour as the mugger roped his knees. He sat back in a chair and admired his handiwork.
Jesse struggled at bit and moaned but soon realized that this guy was good at typing up a man. “Must have done it before, Jesse thought.” “Fuckin budge in your pants boy? You like this, yeah?”
He was helpless, all tied up, in his boxers, and his captor say his hard dick under his shorts. “Well glad to make your day. Now, lets see…”
Jesse watched helplessly as the mugger took his dvd, flatscreen, laptop, ipod, every electric device in the house. He tugged at the bindings, ‘…not yet boy. You can get free when I leave.” Jesse tuned on the floor, belly down, and just watched helplessly. “The cameras have a batter backup Jesse thought. At least they would get his face.” He finally finished. “Want you to be comfortable. It will take you some time to break free.” He was lifted up and put back on the couch, a pillow under his head. “Have a nice day.” Just one last thing. The mugger hogtied Jesse. Then, he mugger left.
Jesse looked up and could see the button camera. He began to struggle and roll off the couch. He moved his body so that he was right under the camera. He realized that the ropes were slipping off his wrists. But he did not want them to come free. He kept rolling and mpffing on the floor, enjoying every second of his bondage plight.
Two weeks latter the police returned the video of the robbery and mugging. Jesse, using his new equipment, made it into a DVD. And at night, he would turn it on, and fast forward to his escape maneuvers, and …….
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Model: Amaro
PHotography by Marco Grieco
See More Here
Date of Production: 11-30-2023
Tags: beard, hairy, hand cuff, jock strap, bare foot, cleave gag
25 photos; 3:49 video
Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/09/2025
Tags: twink, underwear, bare foot, hog tie, cleave gag
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Model: Patrick
Bad Guy played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/15/2025
Tags: gagging, hand gag, stuff gag, otm gag, socks, twink, dominated
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Model:Adrien Fowler
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/01/2025
Tags: nude, twink, hog tie, bare foot, nudity, dick tie, cleave gag, grope, fondle, tattoos
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Model: Holden Cox
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/05/2025
Tags: cleave gag, twink, socks, office, tape gag, taped up
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Model: Liam Starr
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/11/2025
Tags: twink, cleave gag, underwear, socks, shirtless, hog tie
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He's never been tied up before.
Bondage Newbie: Justin Johns
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/09/2025
Tags: hog tie, cleave gag, socks
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Stick Around
Christopher Rotten had a reputation for getting a story. Running his own website where he vowed to tell the truth, no matter how salacious it may be and no matter how much it may offend someone. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do to get to the bottom of a juicy story.
Because of this, Christopher's reputation surpassed him and one day, Christopher found himself coming home to an unwanted guest. As Christopher eyed the man with suspicion and an unwise amount of disdain, the man dragged Christopher into the house.
Christopher had struggled in the man's grip and soon was tackled to the ground. Christopher tried reasoning with the man but it was to no avail. The man grew tired of Christopher's resistance and proceeded tie and gag Christopher tightly.
As Christopher tried to free himself, the man checked his whole house from top to bottom. Finding all of Christopher's files, the man destroyed them with efficiency, including any potential back up files that had been lying around.
A confused Christopher continued to struggle to free himself but the man had done such a great job in keeping him bound. The man admires Christopher's attempts to free himself before coldly telling Christopher why he was bound and gagged.
Christopher had no choice but to listen to the man telling him some harsh truths about his brutal methods for getting stories and the lives that Christopher had ruined through his website. Christopher tried to justify his actions but the man doesn't allow him to.
Christopher's left with a stern warning to keep his nose out of business that doesn't concern him or the next visit won't be pleasant.
The End
Bound Guy played by Christopher Rotten
Bad Guy played by Adrien Fowler
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/08/2025
Tags: bad guy, grabbed, hand gag, gagging, cleave gag, suit, plot, hog tie, socks, story