28 photos; 5:58 video
Model: Chad
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production; 01/13/2013
25 photos; 2:18 video
Model: Garretjan
Model; Wolfric
Photography; Caitiff
Date of Production; 04/24/2012
20 photos
Tony's been a BAD BOY! We actually forget what he did to merit being bound and gagged naked in the corner but at this point...WHO CARES?!
Model: Tony
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/05/2002
25 photos
29 photos; 8:33 video
40 photos
Ned climbed the steps to the front door, looking around him warily. The street seemed normal enough, though not exactly the kind of neighborhood that he expected to find the scion of the one of the local brewing dynasties inhabiting. He knew there was something odd about this assignment – he had heard some of the other people at the office whispering about it, sending him pitying glances. "No fucking way….not that weirdo…never again…" had been some of the phrases that he had overheard. The boss had been pretty close-lipped about it, just telling him that he had to explain to Mr. Mulheim that he was overdrawn on his account, and that this time, no further advances from his trust fund could be made to him. The boss had muttered something about this guy not answering correspondence, member of a family that were valued clients, a bit of an eccentric blah blah blah, but he had been very evasive when Ned had asked him questions. Being the junior member of the firm, Ned didn’t want to press the boss. He didn’t have much choice but to do what he was told. How bad could this guy be?
Ned XXXX on the door. He gulped as he looked at the hulking figure that answered the door. "Peter Mulheim? I’m Ned Abercrombie from Ernest, Peabody and …GGGGMMMMPHHHH!!" Ned XXXXd as an enormous hand shot out and grabbed him by the throat.
"Where’s my fucking money! What have you bastards done with it! I want it NOW!!!" Ned started to see stars as his head was XXXX against the wall with each word. Is this what the other people from the firm went through when they came here? he started to think, before everything went black.
Owwww. Ned wanted to rub his aching head, but he couldn’t move his hands. He stared around the room, feeling woozy. Where was he? What had happened to him? Why couldn’t he move his hands? Slowly, as the pain in his head abated, he realized that his hands were tied behind him, and that something sticky was covering his mouth. ‘MMMPHHHH!!! MMHEEELLLLPPPPP!!!"
"So the shyster lawyer has finally decided to wake up. What are those thieves doing, hiring babies now? Stop making that racket, kid. You’re making my head hurt. I guess you want some more tape on that mouth of yours." "MMMMNNNOOOO!!!!" Ned shook his head in dismay as the Peter Mulheim advanced on him, a roll of red tape in his hands. Ned shrank back in the chair where he had been placed, but it was no use. He was helpless, unable to prevent his gag being reinXXXX, or to stop the mad Mulheim heir from tying his legs and feet. Now that it was too late, Ned was remembering some rather peculiar stories that he had heard about the Mulheim family. There was Mimi Mulheim and her home for indigent canaries, and the gruesome story about Fritz Mulheim and the headless gardener…..But surely if this man was as mad as his relatives were, he would have been put away in some nice cozy home for the seriously rich and seriously disturbed. If only Ned could get his mouth free, he could explain to Mr. Mulheim that he had all the relevant documents, showing exactly how all the money from his trust had been disbursed. Not a penny was missing. He began struggling against the ropes that bound him, making pleading sounds through his tape gag.
"You’re still making too much noise, kid. I guess I’m going to have to get something else to shut you up, for good. Don’t go away."
Ned’s heart sank when he heard those ominous words. He had to get out of here, and as fast as possible. Now that he had been left alone, he would have to try to make a dash for it, even though he was tied hand and foot. If he could somehow reach the door, and get out onto the porch, someone would save him. He managed to get to his feet and started shuffling across the room. He had only managed to cover a few feet before he tripped, falling to his knees. Ned struggled to get to his feet again, but instead he crashed to the floor.
"Going somewhere? I don’t think so. Those shysters are going to have give me my money, now that I’ve got one of their baby lawyers. What do you think, kid? Will they finally admit that they’ve been fleecing me all these years? You better hope so. You can be my little legal hostage. I better make sure that you don’t get away from me."
Ned groaned in despair, as he lay hogtied on the floor. Even his shoes were tied together. How was he going to get out of this situation? He didn’t want to be a legal hostage. This sprig of the Mulheim family tree was most definitely out to lunch, and the faster Ned could get away from him, the happier he would be.
Ned could hear Peter Mulheim’s voice rising in anger. He must be on the phone – probably with the firm. He didn’t to be around when Mulheim got off the phone. If things didn’t go his way, who knew what further violence the beer heir might commit. Ned strained and struggled, sweat breaking out on his body as he tried to get free of the ropes. If only he could do undo the hogtie, he might have a chance of escape. He arched his back, his fingers searching for the knots that bound his ankles to his wrists. He managed to get the end of one piece of rope between his fingers, but it then slipped from his grip. He grunted in frustration, and tried again. His body wasn’t meant to be bent in such a peculiar manner; he could feel his muscles crying out in pain. Success! He had the rope in between his fingers, and this time he managed to hold on to it. Now all had to do was to untie the knot. Ned listened as Mulheim’s voice got even louder. It sounded as if he was frothing at the mouth. That was all the impetus that Ned needed to work even harder at getting free.
At last! Ned whimpered with relief as the rope connecting his hands and feet came undone. He lay panting on the floor, his shirt plastered to his body with sweat. Now all he had to do was to get out of here before Mulheim finished his business on the phone. Why hadn’t the police shown up? Surely someone from the office would have called for help. Ned was in no mood to lie around waiting for help. He remembered the manic gleam in Mulheim’s eyes and shuddered. Who knew what the madman would do if he didn’t get he wanted? It was up to Ned to save himself. He struggled to get to his feet, his task made more difficult by his sore muscles and the need for silence. Even though Mulheim was ranting and raving in the background, Ned didn’t want to risk attracting his attention. He made one more struggle and he was on his feet.
Ned was determined not to fall this time. Very carefully he began making his way towards the door. His previous struggles had produced some slack in the ropes binding his ankles and feet, so he was able to make tiny steps, rather than having to hop. Sweat ran down his face, stinging his eyes. Everything he was wearing was going to have to pay a visit to the dry cleaners. He was closer to the door. Closer still. Ned turned around and fumbled with the lock. Yay! He had the door unlocked. Now all he had to do get was get outside. He grasped the door handle with his sweaty palms. Damn, damn, damn! He couldn’t turn the doorknob. It kept on slipping out of his hands. Ned heard Mulheim’s swearing vociferously and then the sound of the phone being slammed down. In desperation, Ned tried one more time. He sobbed with relief as the knob turned. As he pulled the door open, he heard Mulheim’s bellow of rage as he discovered that his victim had flown the coop. Ned tumbled headfirst down the steps, landing in a heap on the pavement, in front of a pair of startled, and burly, construction workers. He was safe!
THE END
Ned played by Gurth
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/31/2003
29 photos; 6:38 video
Mama always said, never take candy from a stranger. Or get in his car. Barry thought as he bit down on his gag and struggled against the tight ropes. His cock exposed, ready to burst but needing just that one last push... But this wasn't exactly candy... and he WAS stuck...
He grunted, recalling how he got in this predicament... First off, he never should have let himself be tied up, but to a hungry man stranded in unfamiliar rular parts, and perhaps a little naive, too, the promise of food and a roof for the night was too alluring. He had been on his way back home after visiting relatives out of state, when his car broke down on the small rural highway. His phone dead, too, he had no choice but to wait for someone to drive by, when finally a truck came around at sunset.
The driver rolled down his window and asked if he needed a lift.
“Yeah, please, sir?" Barry said. The man smiled in a way that made Barry a little uncomfortable, but then got out of his truck. The man introduced himself as JJ, and offered to take Barry to his home for the night and they could call a mechanic from there to pick up and fix the car in the morning. It was an offer too good to refuse.
He was about to get into the passenger seat when JJ took out a coil of rope. “What do you need that for," Barry asked, confused. “Well, I don't really know you, and you hear all these stories about hitch-hikers making trouble for good samaritans, so if I'm gonna get you in my truck and house, I need some insurance," JJ said. “I'm gonna tie you up... just until I'm sure I can trust ya, of course. That way I feel safe but will still give you that meal and bed."
Barry was hesitant but his stomach reminded him of the warm plate of food awaiting at the man's house, so he let JJ bind his wrists behind his back. JJ also was nice enough to help him into the truck, but his hands were all over his behind... Surely they slipped, Barry thought as he settled in. An odd way to assure safety, but anything was better than XXXX outside by the abandoned road.
They drove a couple miles, and then turned down a dirt road and talked briefly, JJ complimented Barry on his patriotic U.S.-flag bandanna in his pocket, before ending up in a secluded little house with a barn attached. Barry hoped their little conversation was enough to get the man to untie him. He offered to pay for his meal, but remembered he didn't have any cash, just plastic. That's when things went south. Literally.
“That's okay, I'm not interested in your money," JJ said as he leaned over and kissed Barry aggressively on the mouth, his hand massaging his crotch. Barry tried to pull away but tied up, inside a car, he was helpless. “Uh... sir, this isn't... this isn't what I'm
here for," Barry said with worry in his voice, but JJ wouldn't stop caressing his crotch, and his penis was already responding against his will. JJ leaned in for another kiss.
“HELP! HELP!" Barry started shouting, which was pointless because nobody else lived for miles. JJ growled and smacked Barry across the face.
"Sorry, Barry, baby, but we can't have you making all that noise, now, can we?" JJ said as he yanked the U.S.-flag-colored bandanna out of Barry's pocket and pulled it between his teeth. Barry grunted as JJ double-knotted the gag tightly behind his head, so that he couldn't even push it out with his tongue. "There, don't you look pretty?"
“GGRRRRRMMM! MMMM!" Barry yelled into his bandanna. "LLLMMMETMMMMGOOO!"
"Aw, come on, we'll have fun... I can tell you like this," JJ said as he kept rubbing Barry's erection. Barry blushed in embarassment but moaned... it kinda did feel good...
"Now, let's go inside, babe, I got some more rope for ya."
Once inside, JJ made good on his promise and soon Barry had ropes tightly criss- crossing his body and restricting all movements. That didn't stop him from trying to get loose, but JJ clearly knew his ropes and knots. His captor wasted no time in XXXX Barry further. He felt up his hard-on, and undid one of the buckles of his jeans coveralls, revealing more of his chest.
"Nice tattoos," JJ said, kissing Barry's nipple. "And what's this, do you have a piercing on your penis? Ooooh that's gonna be fun,"
"MMMMGNNAKLLYOU!" Barry growled, and tried to twist away as his manhood was pulled out and fondled.
"Shhh shhh, one head says 'no,' but your other head says 'oh, yes," JJ teased. "You're gonna enjoy this, soon enough."
Barry's grunts of defiance turned to moans of pleasure, moaning louder and louder into his gag. He fondled and stroked with one hand and put his hand on Barry's cleavegagged mouth, at one point even getting on his knees and taking the raging erection into his mouth.
Then all of a sudden JJ stopped. "MMM?"
"You want me to finish, huh?" "MMMHMMM!" Barry nodded.
"Well... I want you to put on a show for me," JJ said, standing Barry up against the wall and kissing him on his gagged lips.
"MM?"
"Struggle for me, jump around, moan," JJ said, pulling out his own erection. "And then I'll let you shoot your load."
"Mmmm! MMMMM!" Barry started hopping and bucking in his bondage. Part of him was still trying to get free and escape... but the other part just wanted release, and would do anything to get it.
An hour later, JJ finally sucked and stroked a very tired and frustrated Barry to completion. Then he stood over his bound and gagged captive, and took his own erection in his hands.
"Now, my turn," JJ said, bringing Barry's head closer and closer to his cock. "Remember I promised you a meal? " "MMMMMMMMMMMPHH!!!"
Barry played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/12/2012
22 photos
WINNERS & LOSERS
by SoftTouch
“How’s that, Greg? Are those knots too tight?” Jamie asked with an innocent smile on his face.
“No, they’re okay,” I told him while I made sure that I could still wiggle my arms a little inside the loops of rope. Jamie was such a nice guy.
Innocent-looking Jamie had won the part of the villain in our college’s upcoming production of “The Clock Strikes” and somehow he had talked me into being his practice dummy so that he would be able to do a good job of tying up his victim in the play.
“How about the nifty way I’ve got those coils of rope all wrapped around your arms and chest. That’s my own design. Do you like it?”
“Yea, it’s okay,” I told him. What could you expect from an art major?
“Are you sure that you can’t move your hands at all?”
I put on a little show as I struggled to pull my hands free. The ropes held them tightly behind my back okay and that brought a happy smile to Jamie’s face.
“Good! Now I’m going to do your feet!” A happy Jamie dumped some coils of rope on the floor and then knelt down in front of the chair. And then a serious look came onto his face as he looked up at me and gave me a warning.
“Don’t try anything like funny like trying to kick me. If you do I’ll have to tickle you.”
Yipes! That was the trouble with having roommates. Sooner or later they found out all of your little secrets. Jamie knew that tickling me was probably the worst thing he could do to me. I never could stand tickling. Once at summer camp a bunch of boys held me down and tickled me until I had something like an asthma attack and they had to call a doctor. So I sat way back in the chair and let my legs go XXXX while a happy Jamie began wrapping lots of coils of rope all around my ankles and the chair. Then he tied off the last knot and stood up triumphantly.
“There! Now go on, try to move, try to break free,” Jamie challenged me.
Anything for a roommate. I put on a big show of struggling and straining and trying to break free, but the ropes held me securely in the chair. “There, are you satisfied?”
“Are you sure you can’t get free?” Jamie asked while carefully standing just out of arm’s reach.
“No, you’ve really got me good.”
“That’s nice, so maybe you won’t mind if I use some of this.”
Jamie laughed as he held out a big roll of silver duct tape in front of me.
“Now wait a minute, Jamie. I let you tie me up, that’s enough. I don’t want any of that sticky stuff on my face!”
But Jamie just kept on laughing as his clever fingers tore off wide strips of the silver tape and began wrapping and overlapping them around my neck and over my face until my poor lips were XXXX under several layers of the pinching tape. Then Jamie tossed the roll of tape aside and stood back triumphantly to admire his work.
“There, you are done, and boy are you ever dumb!” he teased me.
“Hmmm???”
“I’ll bet you don’t even know what today’s date is?”
Today’s date…? Sometimes Jamie was so obscure that I had no clue.
“Today is February Twenty-Ninth,” he chortled.
The twenty-ninth…? Why was that date familiar?
“You forgot all about the Leap Year Dance, didn’t you? Well, you know what that makes you?”
Jamie was right, I had forgotten about the dance. Jeremy would be going to that dance and at last I would have a chance— what was that stuff?
Clever Jamie was opening up a jar of some kind of black stuff. That was finger paint! What was he going to do? And then I could only watch while he happily dipped his fingers into the black paint and wrote something on my chest.
“You know what that says?” he teased me. “No, I forgot. Jocks can’t read. It says LOSER because that’s what you are. And I, I am a WINNER because Jeremy will be dancing with me tonight while you’re still sitting here imitating a statue.”
Then Jamie laughed and laughed as he danced out of the room to take a shower and get dressed up for the dance.
Oh I don’t have to tell you how angry I was. Not only was he trying to steal my dreamboat away from me, he had also turned me into a total fool while he was doing it!
So then I really struggled and strained! I was going to break those ropes or I was going to break that chair, but one way or the other I was going to get free!
I’m not sure how long it took me. What I mainly remember was the flashes of pain as my skin and my muscles screamed at me not to mistreat them this way.
But then, by some lucky chance or miracle, one of my hands slipped free from the biting ropes. One hand was enough. It short order I had all of those ropes untied. Then I ignored the tears that came to my eyes as I ripped off all of that cruel tape Jamie had plastered my face with.
And all of that time, my feverish mind was working on a plan. Jamie wouldn’t be the only one who was going to show up at the dance tonight. I was going to be there, too. And when poor Jamie saw me, he was going to be so sorry!
Yea, that was my plan as I rubbed the circulation back into my arms and legs and hobbled out that room to wash that awful word off of my chest. And pretty soon Jamie would be learning just who the real LOSER was.
THE END
Greg played by Jason
Jamie played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/18/2005
23 photos; 7:35 video
Model: Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/11/2013
28 photos; 4:10 video
The Prisoner played by Chad
Photography Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/13/2013
23 photos; 5:11 video
Model: Ezio
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/01/2017
30 photos
It was morning when Darryl's girlfriend nudged him awake. They had spent all weekend at her parent's house, XXXX in her parent's bed and screwing like rabbits. Darryl was still naked as he lay aXXXX.
"Don't forget to clean up and get your ass out of here. "His girlfriend warned. "If my parents find out you were here all weekend, they'll kill us both!"
"Don't worry" Darryl mumbled, still half aXXXX and turned around to get a few more Zzz's. Her parents wouldn't be home for hours. He had plenty of time.
Darryl was sound aXXXX when his girlfriend left to go to work so he didn't know that she had forgotten to lock the front door. Darryl also didn't hear the door open a little while later. But he did hear somebody open the door and enter the bed room where Darryl lay naked on the bed. He woke up to find two people, a man and a woman, holding a XXXX on him!
"What the hell!?" Darryl stammered as the couple looked at their surprised victim, both wearing an evil grin on their faces.
"Did we come at a bad time?" The man joked.
"What do you want?" Darryl asked, not sure he wanted to hear the answer.
" Just the usual valuables. You weren't supposed to be here.. But since you are..." The woman held up some clothesline, " We'll just have to keep you out of the way for a while."
Darryl soon had his hands and arms tightly bound behind his back by the women as her partner started taking his girlfriend's Mom's jewelry.
"Oh come on. Take what you want but don't leave me tied up like this! I can't have people finding me bare butt naked!"
"You talk to much. Your moaning is going to wake up the whole neighborhood!" The woman said, putting her hand over Daryl's mouth.
"Agreed! Here, gag him with this!" The man said as he threw a dirty sock to his partner. Soon all Darryl's complaints and pleadings were reduced to an incomprehensible mumble as the sock was wedged between his teeth.
"Relax, it will be over soon." The man promised.
"Yeah. I don't know what your complaining about. A young stud like you with a tight little ass. You'd think you'd want to show it off." The woman said as her hand gently stroked Daryl's exposed rear end. Then the man did the same! Darryl suddenly realized this probably wasn't a husband and wife team. Great. He was not only being robbed and tied up, he was going to get XXXXd too. By the both of them!
"Unfortunately, " the man took his hand away, "we really don't have time right now. Maybe next time."
"Couldn't we take him with us?" The woman pleaded.
"Hey, I'd love too. But you know, we still got those others back home to take care of. Don't worry, we can always get another one just like this guy if he want to later."
The woman frowned, disappointed but she accepted the man's twisted logic. Darryl, meanwhile, was just happy he didn't end up in some couple's bondage sex slave collection.
The man tied Darryl's feet so the two could be sure he wasn't going anywhere as they robbed the place,
The couple soon had taken everything in the house and were making to leave. Before they did, however, the man came back to Darryl, who despite struggling with all his strength, hadn't managed to loosen his bonds at all.
"Now, we're going to go. Maybe we'll see each other again!" The man said as he hog-tied his captive. Darryl could now only roll helplessly from side to side.
Darryl heard the door shut. He was relieved that the two hadn't decided to XXXX him after all. But then he realized! The clock read 4 o'clock. His girlfriend's parent's would be home soon!
Desperately Darryl twisted and strained, trying to get loose. Unfortunately, the robbers obviously knew their knots. Besides for cramped muscles, Darryl didn't have a lot to show for his efforts.
Suddenly Darryl heard the door open again. Was it the robbers after all, come to XXXX him and turn him into their sex slave?
Worse! It was his girlfriend and her parents! At that moment, Darryl wished he had been XXXX!
"What the ...Denise is that YOUR boyfriend tied up nude on OUR bed!? What kind of sick games have you been playing, young woman!?"
Darryl and her parents then spent so long arguing that it was almost an hour before anybody thought to ungag Darryl to ask him what had happened.
The End
Darryl played by Philip
Photography by Caitiff
20 photos; 5:50 video
The Toy played by Cole
The Domiant played by Chad
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/30/2012
30 photos; 7:01 video
Model: Chad
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/26/2013
26 photos; 4:12 video
40 photos
"Get moving! You say that you’re tired of vanilla. Fine! I’ll give you something that sure isn’t vanilla."
I had no idea what had come over my sweetie pie. For years we had been a happy couple, but then Roger decided that he wanted to ‘spice things up’, ‘try something different’. I had reluctantly agreed. I was perfectly content with the status quo, but I didn’t want my yummy Roger straying, looking for excitement elsewhere. So I had used a few of my old neckties and tied him up. That had seemed to satisfy him for a while, but then he had wanted more and more. I adamantly refused – I had no desire to participate in the perverted activities that seemed to inflame Roger. I expected my honey bunny to respect my wishes – we had a good life together. Or so I had thought. But then Roger began to spend more and more time away from home. He claimed to be working overtime, on special projects, but I had my suspicions. Suspicions which were confirmed when I lowered myself so far as to rifle through his drawers. The things that I found horrified me – ropes, chains, ball gags and other objects that I was unable to identify. This was very, very bad. I had to do something to convince my Roger of the error of his ways. After much thought, I decided what to do. I would give him so much of what he wanted, he would become disgusted, and turn back into my honey bunny. I purchased a book on the tying of knots, and studied it from cover to cover. Then I bided my time, waiting for an appropriate time for Roger’s therapy.
He came from work on Friday night, and was Mr. Grumpy as usual. He brusquely announced that he was going out, and he didn’t know what time he would be home. Ho ho, I thought to myself, I don’t think you’re going anywhere, Roger. This would be the perfect time. I didn’t think it would take me an entire weekend to break Roger down, but I always believed in erring on the side of caution. I hovered in our bedroom, while Roger showered. When he came out of the bathroom, drying his hair, I pounced. While Roger had been "working" so late, I had been spending time at the gym. I took him by surprise, and had him on the floor in seconds. I took one of the pieces of rope from his stash, and with my knee in the small of his back, I pulled his arms behind and tied his hands together. "Phil, what the hell are you…MMPPHHH!!!!" I had to shut my sweety up, so I took a ball-gag that I had found with his other paraphernalia, and shoved it into his mouth. I pulled hard on the strap as hard as I could, and then buckled it. I hated doing this, but I had to save Roger. As he struggled beneath me, I wrapped more rope around his chest and his firm upper arms. Mmm, it was interesting to see how the rope framed his pecs, once I had dragged him to his feet. I pushed him towards the stairs. Dear Roger was going to be spending some time in the cellar!
"GGGMMMWHATMHELLMMDOING? GGMSHTOPMIT!"
"Lovey, I’m doing this for your own good. One day you’ll thank me."
As I manhandled him down the stairs, I became aware of a bulge in my trousers. I put it down to having my honey bunny in my arms once more. One hand slipped down Roger’s sweaty stomach. WHOWZERS! I hadn’t seen or felt anything like that on him for a long, long time. It just proved to me the importance of curing him of his obsession. Once he was cured, it would be like old times, and he would greet me with one of those every morning. I licked my lips in anticipation. But it was crucial that I continue Roger’s therapy. Once I had him in the cellar, I hopped up onto a stool that I had placed conveniently below an exposed pipe. I couldn’t have him running around, and I was sure that the humiliation and discomfort of being XXXX to hang around for a few hours would help him to recover. I yanked his hands up until they were resting in the small of his back, and then attached the loose end of the rope to the pipe. It broke my heart to leave him down there, in the dark, with all the nasty insects that liked to roam around in the cellar, but it was necessary. I took one last look at him before I turned out the lights. He was cursing away under that ball gag, and his cock was still as hard as an iron bar. Well, we would see about that. After a few hours down there, he would be singing a different tune.
I settled down on the couch, with a good book, but I couldn’t concentrate on the newest Crombie. My mind kept on going back to how my honey had looked, hanging from the ceiling, with that monstrous boner sticking out. I found myself rubbing my own crotch. No, no, this was wrong. I was NOT going to get excited at the thought of Roger in that nasty position. I MUST focus, and read the book. The hours passed so slowly. I had to keep on checking my watch to make sure that it hadn’t stopped. Finally, it was time. I would see how the cure was progressing.
"GGGMMMPHILIPLEMMEGOMRIGHTMNOW!!"
Oh dear, the cure didn’t seem to be taking at all. Roger was still sporting a monstrous erection. I hadn’t expected miracles, but…..this was not an encouraging sign. I would have to proceed to the second part of my plan. A change of position was necessary.
As I undid the rope around his chest, I warned him. "Now Roger, don’t you fight me. I’m doing this for us, my pet. " He didn’t listen to me, and we had a brief tussle, which of course I won. The poor lad was a bit stiff from hanging around all evening, and my training at the gym was really paying off. Once I had his hands tied in front of him, I hopped onto the handy stool, and once more attached the end of the rope to the pipe. I was sweaty from my exertions, and strangely aroused. Roger muttered and moaned, saliva dripping from his chin, but he still had that damn erection. I was tempted to do something about it, but realized that it might undo any good that I had managed to achieve. I sighed as I trudged up the stairs again. I didn’t turn back for a final look this time – I wasn’t sure if I was strong enough to resist temptation.
I paced the floor, practically wearing a hole in the tasteful Bokhara in the den. I imagined the torments my poor, unfaithful sweetheart must be suffering right now. How long would it take for him to learn the error of his ways? I couldn’t take this much longer. I needed a drink. I grabbed my bottle of the MacAllan and splashed a generous measure into a glass. That was a bit better. I was tempted to have another one, but it didn’t seem wise to drink too much while my darling was dangling from the pipe in the cellar. I really needed a clear head for the task ahead of me. The seconds seemed like hours, but at last it was time to check on Roger. I was praying that he would be XXXX-dicked and contrite, ready to repent of his wicked ways and return to my loving arms. Alas, it wasn’t to be. When I turned on the light, there he was, still sporting that erection. It was time for drastic measures.
"Roger, this is going to hurt me as much as it hurts you. I hate to do this, but…I have to cure you! You know that I’m only doing this because, I love you, don’t you?"
His eyes followed me as I picked up one of the loose weights stacked up under the stairs. I attached one of the weights to a curious contraption that I had found in his drawer , and then walked over to him.
"GGMMYETHYETH!MMERR…NOOOONOOOO!"
I gingerly attached the hideous thing to Roger’s balls, and then let it drop. I cringed at the sight of his poor balls being distended by all the weight and waited for him to scream out for mercy. At the least I expected him his cock to deflate. It did deflate, but not in the manner that I had expected. He did scream through his gag, as his eyes rolled up in his head. But he it didn’t sound like a scream of agony. Instead, muffled as it was, it sounded like the sounds that he had once made with me, as we rolled around in our bed, in the throes of passion. And then he spurted, jet after jet of cum spraying through the air, landing on the floor. I was really ticked off now. This was NOT what I had expected. Something was awry here. I growled and stormed up the stairs in a fury. I sucked down a few more ounces of Scotch, and reconsidered my plan. Okay, it hadn’t turned out exactly as I had planned, but I still had time to work him. Even if it took all weekend, I was going to cure my honey bunny. I stumbled towards the stairs. I was going to teach that bastard a lesson he wasn’t going to forget. I stopped dead in my tracks, aghast at the thoughts that were passing through my mind. How could I be thinking of my Roger in such a way? Then anger surged through my veins once more. I had let him trample all over me, like I was a doormat. Not any more!
"OK, buster. I’ve had enough of being Mr. Nice Guy. I’m going to cure you if it’s the last thing I do."
"GGMMFUCKMMUPHILIP. MMMCANMMGOMTOMHELL!"
I jumped on to the stool, shaking with rage. I loosened the rope until there was a lot of slack, and then retied the end. I hopped off the stool, and tossed it across the room, rejoicing as it smashed against the wall. I grabbed Roger by the shoulders, and XXXX him down until he was on his knees. He grunted as they slammed into the concrete floor. Good, I hope that hurt the two-timing, cheating son-of-a-bitch. I would teach him to screw around with me. He wanted it rough, well he was going to get it rough. Once I was finished with him, he would turn faint whenever he saw a piece of rope. The dickhead wouldn’t even be able to tie his own shoes, once his therapy was done with. The sight of a knot would make him puke. I tied his thighs to his calves, pulling the rope as I tight as I could.
Fuck, he was hard again! I was going to fix that. I picked up another piece of rope and tied one end around his cock and balls. I walked across the room and pulled that rope as taut as I could, before I tied it around the newel post. I looked at him kneeling there, on his knees, his arms stretched over his head, his cock and balls pulled away from his body by the rope. I would leave the fucker there, stewing in his own juices, until he was cured. I pounded up the stairs, my heart pumping and my cock as hard as a rock. It would serve the bugger right if I pulled out my cock and….no, I wasn’t going to think like that. I needed another drink. Or two, or three, or more.
Mmmm, Roger thought, as the door slammed behind Philip. I hope he passes out up there, and leaves me here all night. My plan has worked to perfection. I wonder what else I can do to piss him off? I haven’t had this much fun in ages.
THE END
Roger played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/02/2003
28 photos; 6:45 video
Model: Mike Photgraphy by Caitiff
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Jeff lit his cigarette and sucked the smoke into his lungs. It was his first of the day, and as the nicotine rush hit him, he started to relax. Oh, that felt good. He had made himself a little smoking den in this corner of the hospital basement. Who cared if it was illegal. Yeah, he knew it was bad for him, but things would be even worse if he XXXX one of the patients under his care. He couldn't wait until his internship was over, and he could settle down into a cushy practice. Then he could pick and choose his loonies; he wouldn't have to deal with the whackos that the state shipped off to this dump. As dollar signs danced in his head and the calming effect of the nicotine surged through his body, he was unaware of the maniac creeping up on him. "Gotcha, doc!" "What the hell is...MMMMPPHHH". Jeff yelled in pain as his arm was twisted behind him, but a hand of iron was clamped over his mouth, cutting off his cries. As he struggled his arm was pulled further up - pain tore through his body. He tried to turn his head to see who was doing this to him. Oh no, it was Ben Carson- the serial arsonist! Jeff had just recommended that he be sent to the state institute for the criminally insane, and be locked up for life. He fought frantically, but the pressure on his arm increased....everything started to go dark. "Hahahahaha" Ben cackled as he saw the young intern lying prone at his feet. "You think that I can't smell smoke from a mile away, doc? Going to lock me up for ever, are you? I don't think so. Ben started stripping the young doctor of his garments. There was no way that he was going to be behind bars for the rest of his life. He had places to go, fires to set. Wearing the doctor's clothes, he would slip out of here and make good his escape. He just had to make sure that the doctor didn't raise an alarm. Once Ben had stripped his victim of his clothing, he began to tie him up. Using some handy rope that he had filched from the supply closet next to Jeff's smoking room, he pulled the doctor's hands behind his back, and bound them tightly. Then he tied his victim's feet together, and just as Jeff began to stir, he wrapped rope around his chest and upper arms. There, the doc looked snug as a bug in a rug. Jeff moaned as he regained consciousness.He shivered; he was cold. What had happened to him? He opened his eyes and saw Ben Carson grinning down at him. Oh shit! He realized that he was almost naked, and was lying on the rug in his hideout. He tried to get to his feet and discovered that he was tied up. A bad situation was was seemingly getting worse. He would have to try to sooth this lunatic, calm him down and explain that his actions were going to get him into even more trouble. "Now, Ben, you know that...GGGMMMMMPPHH" His words were stopped as Ben pressed his hand down over Jeff's mouth, slamming his head back into the carpet. "No more talking, Doc. I've done enough talking with you. Thinking that I can trust you, and now I find out that you're shipping me off to the loony bin for life. No sir. I'm going to shut you up, and good." Jeff winced in pain as his patient grabbed his hair, and pulled him into a sitting position. What was Ben going to do? He looked over his shoulder, and saw that Ben was pulling one of his white socks taut, making it into a long strip. He was going to be XXXX! "No, no, don't, please...MMMMMPPPHHHH!" "I said NO MORE TALKING! Are you deaf, Doc? Or just stupid? "GGGGMMNNNOOO". Jeff screamed as the sock was shoved between his teeth and Ben started tying it tightly behind his head. This was better than being XXXX, and at least he had put on clean socks this morning, but the cloth was cutting into the corners of his mouth, and Jeff had always had a phobia about anything being put into his mouth. He began thrashing about wildly. Ben yanked on his hair, as he finished knotting the sock. "Calm down, Doc. Just sit there and enjoy yourself. Have a nice little rest." Jeff watched in impotent fury as the lunatic stripped down and started putting on JEFF'S clothes. He bucked in his bondage, yelling through his gag. All thoughts of calming his patient down had disappeared. How dare a mere patient strip and tie up a doctor, and then don his clothing? His efforts were rewarded by a kick in the ribs, and then a foot holding him in place. "Yep, definitely deaf, aren't you, Doc. You gotta invest in a hearing aid. Or don't you understand calm down or rest?" Jeff glowered as Ben, now dressed in his clothes knelt down next to him and patted him on the cheek and then stroked his hair. "There, there, Doc. Don't get upset. At least, not yet." Jeff sat on the floor, helpless, as Ben paced the room, nervously smoking one of Jeff's cigarettes, compulsively lighting matches and then tossing them aside, grinding them underfoot. Jeff prayed that they were all extinguished. He wasn't ready to be made into toast. "Gee, doc, what am I going to do with you? I wouldn't mind taking you with me,but..that isn't going to work. So what shall I do? Hmmm. It's bit chilly in here, isn't it? And if I break this window.....wow, but it's cold out, isn't it? Those briefs of yours don't look too warm. It must be minus -20 out there, and if I disable this old thermostat, like this.....I wonder how long you will last. It's been a blast, Doc. Have fun!" Jeff felt goosebumps rising on his body. He was lying right under the broken window, and the freezing air was pouring down on him. He had to get out of here before he turned into a popsicle! He struggled against the ropes, thrashing about helplessly. Damn, that Carson knew how to tie a knot! Jeff wailed through his sock gag, hoping against hope that someone would hear his cries. But he was getting colder and colder, shivering uncontrollably. Even his efforts to get free weren't keeping him warm. How much longer could he last in these frigid temperatures? He felt himself getting weaker and colder. But wait...what was that he could hear? The door into his cubbyhole burst open and two security guards entered. It seemed that Ben couldn't wait to torch a building, and had been caught almost immediately, clad in Jeff's clothes. Jeff was overjoyed to be rescued, though embarrassed to be caught tied up and gagged and clad in only sock and his briefs. The End Jeff played by Gurth Ben played by Rod Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 03/05/2003
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Model: Dean
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/29/2011
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Tony had just gotten home from a long day of class and work and boy was he needing a beer. After three exams and then having to put up with all the assholes at the campus bookstore where he worked, Tony had to relax. "Ahhh damn! it!" Tony cursed under his breath as he looked in the fringe and realized he had XXXX the last of his Budweiser last night. But there was one bottle left of his roommate Justin's Corona! Justin was really weird about his beer, all he drank was Corona. he had even built a chair out of empty boxes. And he never let anyone drink his beer. But Justin was at a party and by the time he came home and would notice the beer gone, it would be too late. Snatching the bottle, Tony flipped the cap off and gulped down almost half it at once. Damn he needed a beer and what Justin didn't know wouldn't hurt him or Tony. "What the hell do you think you're doing with my beer!?" Justin yelled at his roommate. He had come home earlier then Tony had expected. Oh shit, was all Tony could think of as a reply.
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Bound Guy played by Christopher Rotton
Bad Guy played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Productrion: 09/11/2024
Tags: gagging, socks, grabbed, bad guy, hand gag, cleave gag, twink
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Model: Kris
Photography by Caitiff
Date of production: 09/12/2024
Tags: chair tie, twink, bad guy, cleave gag, socks, grope
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Model: Danny
Photography by Caitiff
Date Production: 07/0/2024
Tags: spread eagle, bare foot, stroke, fondled, grope, military, uniform, exposed, stuff gag, otm gag, blindfold
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Model: Dmitri
Photography by Marco Caitiff
Date of Productrion: 09/17/2023
tahs: strip, nude, exposed, cleave gag, outdoors
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Hero played by Gustavo
Photography by MArco Grieco
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Date of Production: 09/08/2023
Tags: superhro, stripped, chain, tape gag, spandex
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Model: Brian
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/20/2024
Tags: cleave gag, outside, outdoors, hopping
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Model: Guru
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/05/2024
Tags: cleave gag. socks, twink, shirtless
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Model: Adam
Phography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/05/2024
Tags: twink, shirtless, hog tie, bare foot, cleave gag, underwear