In the Buff

28 photos; 4:34 video

Model: Ryan Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 08/13/2007

Happy Bear

25 photos; 4:33 video

Happy Bear played by Dean Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 01/06/2018

All Taped Up

30 photos; 5:30 video

Model: Derek
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 10/25/2017

Held Against His Will

25 photos; 3:55 video

Model : Wolfric
Photography By Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/26/2013

XXXX Sal by Justine

31 photos

     Sal Romano thought he was the "Hottest Straight Stud" in Black shoe leather. Point of face he was but his attitude needed an adjustment fast.  He strutted down the street in his black suit, black shirt and tie, black highly shined point loafers, his black, sheer nylon, thick and thin socks flashing as he walked.  He seemed always to be in a major hurry.
     He started to date my sister, I told her she was making a "Big Mistake". She did not listen to one word I said.  After three weeks he dumped her.  She came to me asking for "revenge"  I nodded YES.  Sis had Sal's extra set of apt. keys. I asked for them. Silently, she placed them into my palm.
     The Bar closed at two AM. I waited, hidden behind a truck for Sal to leave the "4 Aces". I followed him back to his apt careful not to be observed.  After he went in I waited another hour, sure that XXXX and the booze would have sent him to "dreamland" or "Nightmareland" which is actually where he would arrive.
     I crept into the apt. Sal was aXXXX lying clad only in his Black Tight Boxers, designer made.  His hand behind his head he looked as sexy as hell.  There was a slight "tenting" in those black boxers.  He tuned on to his flat stomach, that perfect ass staring up at me. I got my black cord out of my gym bag and bound his hands behind him.  Still he slept, breathing deeply.      Stretched out, I tied his ankles together, making the cord as tight as I could.  I had forgotten my ski mask which I place on my head.  Lucky for me Sal still slept.  I pulled out my Black Bandana, twisted it together and was about to gag Sal, when he awoke.  "Hey, motherfucker, what is going on stop, STOP, MMMPPPPPHHHHHHHFFFUUUUCCKKKKK"  was all he managed to utter before the Gag was stuffed into he sexy mouth.  I could imagine my Dick in that mouth with my XXXX pointed at Sal's head forcing this straight Stud to "suck me Off".   He struggled and squirmed and shook the bed.  I slapped he with the back of my hand accross his face. That "calmed his down a bit. 
     I took my black cord and criss-crossed his body . I  then "Hog Tied" him, Sal's size 12 feet shaking in the air. I smacked his ass ten times hard to "calm him" again this worked.
I placed my hand over his mouth, and holding his arm whispered in his ear. "Ever have sex with a dude, Sal, I know you can't answer just now but I'm going get you a seuxal education"  "One you'll thank me for in the future" I grabbed in Nips. and pinched the tips , starting softly, then squeezing and then pinching with all my might. "AAAARRRGGGHHHHHNNOOOOO" he yelled through his gag.  ahahahahaa. I responded.       "Well what do we have here" I chimed. Is the great stud Sal sporting a hard dick." Sal had indeed gotten hard hard-on.  I took my camera and started sXXXXping a few picture's for the Patrons at the Bar and the dudes at the Firehouse where Sal worked.  I lowered his black tight boxers,  and took out my hard dick and pissed on Sal, as I pissed, I proceeded to wank him off,  I wanted him ound with his cum and my urine covering his crotch . Sal arched his back and shot his load. 5 spirts of hot cum. I then tossed myself off onto his face. His eyes shut tightly he could feel my cum on his hair and eyelids. 
      I then went to his bathroom found shaving cream and a used razor, I spread the cream all over his body. I then slowly shaved his feet, then legs then crotch , turned him over then shaved his ass crack, then his pits, the his face hair on that square chin,  finally with Sal Moaning through his gag I shave his head.  First with an electric clipper then with thae dull ranzor. I wanted this to hurt. It did. Humiliated and defeated Sal lay there Hog tied and shaved . Completely devoid of body hair.  I photographed him in many angles. I told him that if he went to the Cops or told any of his mates these photo's would be plastered everywhere. He was sobbing greatly tears running down his face onto the pillow. I smiled. My sister would be pleased.  
     As I gathered my stuff  to leave, I took a suitcase from Sal's closet and scooped up his shoes and black suit and sheer thick and thin black socks and garters, shirt and tie he had dumped on the floor, we wore the same size and I considered this my "DOORPRIZE"  Laughing I left his apt. In the morning I would call the firehouse and tell them to "recuse Sal"

Put a Sock In It by Nick007

27 photos; 5:25 video

Benched

25 photos

Model: Andre Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 06/22/2004

Traffic Report by Fidelis

20 photos

 Grant sat on the trunk in a daze. He felt like a sack of shit. He was trying to remember how he had got into the cellar. Had he fainted? He had been working on the chopper out on the tarmac, in blazing 110-degree heat, and had been feeling queasy from the heat, but…no, he was sure that he hadn’t fainted. Oh bugger, his head hurt. If only those hammers pounding away in his skull would stop for a minute, he would be able to think clearly. Shit, this place was going around in circles. He closed his eyes, and leaned back. Yeah, that was better. The anvil-bashing demons in his head were taking a rest, and he didn’t feel like he was on a merry-go-round. He tried to concentrate – he sure wasn’t going anywhere for a while, feeling the way that he did, and he wanted to know how he had got from the tarmac to this dingy little cellar. Pictures started forming in his mind. He had just about finished the maintenance check for Mike. He had looked at his watch and seen that it was just about time for Mike to arrive and begin the flight for the traffic report. So far, so good. Wait. Now he remembered! Out of the corner of his eye he had seen a guy creeping up on him! He had turned to yell at him, and then something had hit him in the back of the skull, and everything had gone black.
He attempted to jump to his feet, and sank back with a groan. He knew he had to get out of here and find Mike, but he felt so cruddy, he had to rest for another minute. He still didn’t know where he was; though the door looked familiar. There was a flight of stairs in the hangar, leading down to a padlocked door, made of similar wood. He staggered to his feet once more, and this time he managed to stay upright. He began to make his way towards the door, wincing at the pain in his head. Before he had gone more than a few feet, the door burst open, and two men brandishing pistols blocked his way.
 "Going somewhere, big boy? I don’t think so. Your head must still be sore; we think that you need a good long rest."
"Get out of my way you fuckers, I…." Ummmmphhh. Despite his size, the two men had no difficulty overpowering Grant. They didn’t need to use their XXXXs – a couple of punches to the stomach and a XXXX to the side of the head, and Grant was face down on the ground in no time. One of the thugs sat on Grant, pulling his hands behind him. Before he could gather strength to resist, his hands had been efficiently taped together. "What the fuck are you…MMMMMPHHHHH." Grant XXXXd as an oily rag was stuffed deep into his mouth, secured with more tape wrapped around his head. He thought that he was going to puke. All this getting XXXX around, plus the vile taste of the disgusting rag in his mouth was making his stomach heave. Despite his weakness and nausea, he continued to struggle against the two men, dislodging the one that was sitting on his back.
 "Jeez, but he’s a big bugger, isn’t he? Come on, help get more tape around him before he hurts somebody." They pulled Grant to his feet, and managed to wrap more tape around his chest, binding his upper arms to his body. The two thugs dragged Grant over to the old trunk that he had been sitting on, and throwing him down on his side, taped his wrists to his body.
"Whew, that was hard work. This guy must have a skull like rock. I didn’t think that …OWWW!!! You bastard! You’re gonna regret that. Get his fucking legs!" Grant had lashed out with his booted feet, and managed to land a blow on the shins of one of the men. In short order, they taped his legs up, below and above the knee. "There that should hold him for a while." Grant screamed through his gag, cursing the two thugs. "Don’t you worry, big boy. You just sit tight for a while, and eventually someone will find you. Once KJZB notices that they aren’t getting any traffic reports from the air, someone should come looking out here. Of course, we’ll be long gone by then. Your pretty boy pilot is going to being dropping us off a long, long way from here." "MMMPHMIIKE!" "Ah, ain’t that sweet. He’s all concerned about the blond. He’s almost as comfortable as you at the moment, all trussed up and gagged, waiting for us. We’ll have to untie him to fly us out, but not for a while. Our cargo has been delayed in the traffic. Ha ha ha."
 Grant struggled in impotent fury once the two men had left. He had to get free and save Mike. Who knew what those goons would do to Mike once he had flown them to wherever they were going? He twisted and struggled against the tape that surrounded his body, but it was surprisingly strong, and held firm. He needed something that could cut through the tape. There was nothing down here; he would have to somehow make his way up to the hangar. After a couple of unsuccessful efforts, Grant managed to heave himself to his feet. He began the slow journey towards the door. Every little hop that he took jarred him, intensifying the pain in his head. His whole body ached from the beating that he had taken. He had only taken a few hops when the door swung open.
 "Where do you think you’re going, big boy? Planning a little trip? I don’t think so. Back up."
Grant was XXXX to hop backwards, as a XXXX was pushed into his chest. The thug laughed when the backs of Grant’s legs met the trunks, and he sat down with a crash.
"MMMPHH. GGGMMWHATMMDOING. MMNOO!" Mike tried to squirm away as the guy started unlacing his boots. He quieted down once the barrel of the XXXX was shoved into his groin. "That’s better, big boy. You keep quiet, and no one gets hurt. I haven’t killed anyone yet, and I don’t intend on starting now. Not unless I’m XXXX to. There’s, that better. Phew, your feet smell, did anyone ever tell you that?"
 "GGMMFUCKMMDOING?" Grant couldn’t understand why this guy was stripping him of his boots and socks. "GMMNNNOOOO. MMSTTOPPP." Grant couldn’t help giggling as the criminal ran his fingers along the sole of his foot.
"You want to know what I’m doing? I’ m taking your boots off, so even if you do manage to free yourself before help arrives, you won’t be going anywhere. These tender tootsies of yours will fry like eggs if you try to go outside and walk on that hot black tarmac. Yep, I figure that you’ll get second degree burns if you try to get help. Because, big buy, I’m not stupid. There aren’t any phones left functioning upstairs, and if you hadn’t noticed, your cell phone isn’t in the pocket of that jump suit of yours. You’re stuck here, all by yourself. And don’t worry about the blond stud – he’ll be OK. Eventually." Giving Grant a pat on the cheek, the thug left.
 As soon as he was alone, Grant renewed his efforts to escape. Once again he managed to get to his feet, but this time he went crashing to the ground. Ouch, that hurt. He didn’t know how much more abuse his poor battered body could take. He swung himself around on his butt, used the side of the trunk for leverage, and got on his feet yet again. Once more he fell to the ground, this time flat on his face. Ummpphh! His jaw got a mighty crack, as it slammed down on the floor. He nearly wept with frustration. This time he couldn’t get up. He slowly inched his way across the floor, making very little progress. He still hadn’t reached the door when he heard footsteps come thundering down the stairs. Oh shit, were those guys coming back? He gave a sigh of relief when he saw deputies come through the door, their XXXXs drawn.
 "MMMPHHHHH!!!"
"MMMOUUUCCCHHH." Grant yelped as the tape was pulled off his mouth, taking some of his hair with it. He spat out the rag. " The pilot, Mike, he’s…"
"Don’t worry, he’s safe. The bozos that tried to hijack the chopper got separated from their cargo, which we were tailing. They’re under arrest, and your friend is safe."

Under Cover by Caitiff

27 photos; 5:28 video

Fess Up by Soft Touch

27 photos; 4:06 video

Charity Begins at Home by JMZ

30 photos; 4:21 video

            It had been such a long day. I was exhausted from work and my training for the upcoming marathon I had signed up for. It was for charity so the tedious training had made it all worth while. I trained for weeks to make sure I had a good showing at the marathon. Every muscle in my body ached from the constant strain and exercise. I was in the best shape of my life. My time got better every week, and I pushed myself to train harder as the big race came close. Placement determined how much money my charity got. I was well on my way in my training to get them the maximum possible. The only opponent in my path was a guy who opposed my charity and me, a conservative right wing family man who believed what I was and stood for was against his beliefs.  I was out to prove him wrong. We crossed each other in the park, at the pool, on the bike trail. Every encounter with him made me train harder, nothing could stop me.               The day before the big marathon I doubled my training. I was the man to beat. Every facet of my well toned body told me so. I got home late and made sure I was well fueled for the next day. I was exhausted but pumped. A good nights rest would cap off this day, and I would be ready to pummel my competition.
             I sat on the bed and decided to forgo a shower, I was too tired. I pulled off my shirt and shoes. I peeled off my sweat soaked socks and threw them on the floor. The cool air of the air conditioner massaged my bare feet. I lay down and crashed. A few hours into my sound XXXX I awoke to a desperate situation. My hands had been tightly bound behind my back.             In my half XXXX I thought this was just a dream, but as I tried to pull my hands up I realized this was the beginning of a nightmare. I searched my bedroom to try and focus in on who had done this, from the shadows a masked man appeared. “What the hell is going on”, I screamed.  “Be quiet”, he yelled. In my fear and uncertainty I complied. I lay on my bed, my wrists aching from the tight grasp of the rope. I pulled and struggled hoping to free myself and give this stranger a good fight. The tight knots were unrelenting, I feared what was next.
             I pondered his next step. I could no longer keep quiet. “What do you want”, I screamed. “I want you to shut the fuck up”, he yelled. Again I complied, but this time he was taking nothing to chance. In the shadows I heard a loud tear and in a moment my lips were sealed. The strong smell of adhesive filled my nose. He plastered duct tape across my mouth. The silver tape gagged me good. “MMMPPPPHHH”, I yelped. It was no use my lips were pressed together as if one. I should have just kept quiet.
             I watched as he approached me with more rope. What was next? He XXXX my sweaty feet together and bound them. I fought against him but it made him angrier. He pulled my ankles tighter together and knotted the rope like an expert boy scout. He moved to my knees and wrapped rope tightly around them. “MMMPPPHHH”, I exclaimed through my taped mouth. He was finished.  All my strength and training could not free me from my binds. I lay bound and gagged hoping he would leave.
             He approached me once again, this time to humiliate me. He pulled at my tight shorts struggling to yank them down. He struggled against the tight fabric until he was able to expose my bare ass for whoever found me, with this he was gone. I fought and pulled at my tight bindings. It was no use. The next morning the maid found me. The humiliation was quieted by my relief of freedom. I made it to the marathon and won, but to this day the police have no leads on my captor.

Hot and Hog Tied

34 photos; 4:06 video

Model: Ryan Rockford Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/19/2009

Look What I Found!

26 photos; 8:10 video

Bound Boi played  Marko
Finder played by Remy
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 10/08/2017

Jock's Revenge by Zac

22 photos; 3:34 video

The Wide Reciever and the Equipment manager by anon

18 photos

Luke Reynolds cursed himself for getting into the predicament he was in. In his third year at All State University, he had taken part in hazing rookies and other players on the
football team. But this year, he was the star receiver for the team. And each year the new stars of the team were in for special treatment at the hands of their teammates and
others. Last year, Luke had helped in the hazing of Tommy Victrola. Tommy had been left tied, gagged, and buck-naked at the mercy of the sisters of Delta Gamma Delta.
Although later, Tommy had not complained of the way the good sisters treated him. Luke let his curses subside, thinking that he would be as lucky as Tommy. If only he
knew…
You see, Luke was not like Tommy. Where Tommy was modest and kind to all, Luke revealed in the attention his exploits on the field garnered him, and he treated anyone,
who was not a jock like he was, with derision and contempt. One such person was Charlie Sampson.
Charlie was the equipment manager for the football team. Charlie was a straight A student, who worked for the team as part of his scholarship. He wasn’t much of an athlete, and Luke never let him forget that. Luke constantly ordered Charlie around, demanding that his pads, cleats, and uniform be ready the moment he set foot in the locker-room.
One day, Luke stayed late after practice, he spied Charlie sniffing the dirty jockstraps of the players in the laundry. Poor Charlie! Luke tormented him thereafter, using every
homophobic slur imaginable. All this accomplished, though, was tremendous sympathy for Charlie from the other football players. Many were more enlightened than Luke, and, besides, Charlie helped them all with their schoolwork. The players had decided that, when it came time for Luke’s hazing, they would not give him a hazing similar to Tommy Victrola’s.
So one day after practice, while Luke was still in his scrimmage pants and had donned a mesh jersey, a group of players quickly grabbed him from behind, handcuffing his
arms behind him, pulled a hood over Luke so he could not see where he was going.
Amid his muffled cries of “What the hell are you doing?” and his struggling, the players hustled Luke out of the locker room and into the trunk of a waiting car. Using a circuitous route to their destination in order to confuse Luke more, the group could hear
Luke kicking at the trunk and demanding to be let go. Once at their destination, the players popped the trunk, and Luke’s cries for release grew louder. They bundled him into a house and rushed him to the basement. Once there, they put masks on to hide their identities and pulled the hood from Luke’s head. At first, the bright light blinded him
and Luke was a tad unhinged by his XXXX, but he soon returned to his cocky self, demanding that the handcuffs be taken off him. “Not so fast, Luke,” answered one of his captors. “Yeah, you need to be taken down a peg or two,” said another.
“Taken down a peg? What the hell do you mean? Oh…I see. This is my haze night.
What sorority have you brought me to? Hope it’s Rho Psi Rho Those girls have big jugs!!”
“You’ll soon find out,” Luke was told.
“Is that you, Johnny? Hey, who are you guys? Why the masks?”
One of the captors pushed Luke to his knees. “Never mind who we are. And that’s enough talking from you,” the tallest of the captors said. Taking a jock from his pocket, he tossed it and a roll of blue duct tape to one of the other guys and said, “Stuff the jock
in his mouth and tape it in. Make sure he won’t be disturbing anyone.”
“Hey, wait a minute, that’s not necess…MMMPPPHHHMMPPPHH!!!!”
Luke soon realized the jock was not freshly laundered, but had been worn. He crinkled his nose in disgust and gagged at the foul taste of it. But all that he could elicit in protest
was “MMMMGGGRRRMMMMPPPPHHHHH!!!
GGGGRRRRRMMMMPPPHHH!!!”
“Luke, you are not a nice guy. You treat others like dirt. And you give the team a bad rap! So we thought we’d let one of the persons, who’s been the object of your mistreatment, to exact his revenge on you.”
“WHMMAAPPPTHH?” Luke tried to demand. And as he attempted to rise, one of his
captors took hold of his right leg and twisted it over his left. Luke sat back and looked with some dread at them.
His look turned to surprise, when he heard the front door of the house open. Luke twisted around as he heard footsteps grow heavier as they neared the top of the stairs to the basement. Twisting further around and staring upwards, Luke listened as his
captors continued, “One of those people is Charlie. You know Charlie the Equipment Manager, don’t you,
Luke? You don’t like him, but for some god dang reason, he still thinks he’d like to play with you for an evening!”
“MMPPWHAAMMPPPHHTTT?” Charlie??? Luke’s mind went into overdrive trying to figure out what that meant. And then it dawned on him…
Luke began to plead with his captors. “MMMCOMMMPPHH ONPPHH!!”
“LETHMMPPHH MME GOPH!!” “”PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!” He tried to beg with them but his words were only muffled grunts, inaudible to them. But they had an inkling to what he was trying to say!
“You’re a homophobic jerk, Luke. And it’s about time we called you on it. Charlie’s a good guy. There’s no reason to treat like you do.”
Another of his captors continued, as Luke struggled in vain, “What better way to teach you a lesson, than to let Charlie have his way with you for the night. One of us will stay behind to record the event for posterity. So, just in case you decide to retaliate against
Charlie after you’re set free, the prospect of having the pictures sent over the net to everyone at All State U will keep you in line!”
Just then, Charlie came bounding down the stairs and saw Luke all tied up and gagged in one corner.
“We have a present for you, Charlie! Wrapped nice and tight. And he won’t give you much lip!!!”
Charlie stared in lascivious wonder at the football god before him.
“Gee! Thanks guys!!! I don’t know where to start.” Charlie answered as he caressed Luke’s butt that looked so inviting in his tight football pants. All Luke could do was moan….
“MMMMMMMPPPPPHHHNNNOOOONNNNOOOOOOMMMMPPPPHHH!!”
He was in for a long night ahead!


The End

Charlie played by Ryan Rockford
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/01/2009

The Letterman

24 photos; 4:03 video

Model: Beau Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 01/23/2018

Brotherly Love by Sammy

28 photos; 3:15 video

Obediently, Hector stood in place. His hands had been tied securely by a tight yellow rope, and the slack was looped around a ring in the wall like a leash. He knew he was not going to get get loose his brother Hal was an expert when it came to knots. Ocassionaly he would kneel down to rest his legs but when he knelt down he had to raise his arms because there was not enough slack to let him sit comfortably. His bother had thought of that to. Sit, stand he could do neither very long or very comfortbly. He waited patiently soon Sammy would arrive and then the fun could begin. Almost as if thinking about him was a summoning Sammy walked in holdng a camera and a duffle bag full of more rope and other bondage accesories. Sammy and Hal talked in hushed tones occasionally glancing over their shoulders at Hector. "Alright lets get started", smiled Sammy. Hector stood barely able to contain his excitement. His shoots for WWW.BOUNDGUYS.COM were always fun. Hal unleashed Hector from the wall and led him to the bedroom. Sammy was busy setting out more rope, and checking his camera. While Hal began gathering up more coils of rope and binding his little brother. Firt he used the make shift leash to securely tie Hector's hands to his chest. After that Hal ordered Hector to kneel on the bed. Hal quickly gagged is brother then began binding his feet. Hetor bit into the gag as his brother lashed his feet together with more rope provided by Sammy. The ropes were so tight that he could hardly move around and struggle once he was securely tied. Sammy had started taking pictures and the bright flash made the room dance around. Hector strained and struggled and pulled against he tight ropes and they bit deeper into his skin. He twisted and writhed and tried and failed to extricate himself from them. Occasionaly Sammy would bark and ordr from behind the dazzling flash of the camera and Hector strived to obey as best he could. He had always enjoyed being bound and gagged. Finally he lay exhausted on the bed a thin sheen of sweat covering him. "Hmm, not bad" said Sammy "but it looks like he needs a little more motivation to really struggle." Hector's eyes got a little wider. He knew what was coming next. Why had he told Sammy that he was ticklish. "Hal, if you could go help your brother out", smiled Sammy. Hal started laughing "Sure." Hector glared at his brother as he closed in on him. "Don't worry little bro. Better you then me I always say."

Go Ahead, Bind Me by Kirk

21 photos; 4:23 video

Nathan came up from his workout. The college wrestling champ worked out every night before dinner. It was a long workout. And Nathan was sore. “No pain, no gain.” He went to the frig and got some water. His roommate and team mate and best friend, Roger, was looking at his computer, and laughing his head off.” “Watch you watching?” Nathan asked. “This is so stupid. Take a look.” Nathan came up behind Roger. “That is fucked.” Roger was watching some college school kid in a youtube video called “Bound Wrestling.” This kid was all tied up from his waist up, his arms tied behind his back, he hands tied, ropes circling his chest, gagged with tape, surrounded by three of his team mates, and was kicking himself free from their moves against him. “That fucking kid is good. What do you think, he is like 19 or something, bound and gagged and still can kick the shit out of his buddies,” Roger observed. “Don’t think I could do that, what about you?” “Fuckin yeah,” Nathan said. “I was tied up so many times by my older brothers when I was a kid and they would try to beat the shit out of me. I always kicked through.” “Did you get out.” “Yup, every time.” “They probably did not want to hurt you, like tied you up like a sissy girl” “They roped the shit out of me. Wanna see? Go ahead, bind me like that kid.” Roger smiled. He had wanted to tie up his roommate for a year. “Well, there is some rope in the garage. Let me get it!” Nathan was still wearing his singlet when he presented his arms for a roping. “You can make it as fuckin tight as you want.” Nathan added as Roger returned with rope and tape. He stuffed a rag into Nathan’s mouth and taped it shut. He grabbed his arms, crossed his wrists and bound his hands behind his back. Nathan liked the feel of the rope. It made him feel tough – like when he was a teen. Roger did some roping around his arms and torso and checked his hands. “There. Beat the shit out of me.” Nathan began to play the part of a kick boxer and shot his kicks against Roger, who darted around the room. Nathan began to sweat at this bound workout. He just missed Roger when he lost his balance, and fell to the floor. He got into a sitting position – breathing heavy from the workout. Roger jumped him, put his legs into a scissors lock, and tightly bound his ankles. Nathan began to grunt in his gag. “Let me see you get out of that!” Nathan began to squirm and struggle against his bounds as Roger got a beer, sat back and taunted him. “Thought you could break out of anything?” Fuck you,” Nathan mpiffed as he fought the ropes. “Can’t get out?” Let me help you. Nathan expected Roger to begin to untie him and the cold beer looked very inviting, when Roger grabbed some more rope and began to hogtie his feet to his wrists. “Does this help?” he taunted his friend as he tightly bound him. Nathan realized he was in deep shit. There was no way out. He looked at Roger. Roger just sat back. “Anything – my ass. Have a good night bound and gagged.” Nathan was left roped like a steer, struggling like a madman. Finally, exhausted, he stopped. “It’s going to be a fucking long night,” he figured. End   Nathen played by Holden Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 07/19/2007

Lay Back and Enjoy It by Caitiff

24 photos; 6:50 video

The BlackMailer by Caitiff There he lay on my couch, the little punk. He had been so smug and secure, thinking he could black mail me. But now he was the one XXXX out. I handcuffed him to the railing. I tied his feet to the other side. He would be all stretched with only that flimsy cover all between me and my revenge. He stirred a bit. I was ready for that. I took out a nice thick plug gag. I shoved it into his mouth, latching it behind his neck as tightly as I could. He wouldn’t be able to talk or spit it out. He opened his eyes. He shifted, not realising what had happened to him. Once he felt the ropes around his feet and the hand cuffs around his hands he began to struggle. It was futile of course. But it made me happy to see him slowly realise how fucked he was. “Mmmmm?! Mmpphh mmm Mmmaaphammm!”, He tried threatening me at first. Then I could tell he was begging through the gag. I just smiled. I undid the zipper on his cover all. He went commando so all I had to do was strip him down. I exposed his chest, his nice flat stomach and then I saw the beginnings of his pubes. “Mmmm! MmMMM!”, He renewed his struggling and moaning. He had thought he would get the better of me. Now he was my new toy. I could do whatever I wanted to him. I tied his dick to the railing. He wouldn't move too much now. “I decided instead of money I would give you something else instead.” I said as I pulled out his throbbing cock and began to stroke. I began slowly and then sped up. Then slowed down when he was on the edge. The slowed down again. He moaned, “Mmmmmm... mmmmpphh...” in frustration and anger. I would continue this, breaking him slowly. I would keep him on the edge until he begged me to let him get off. I would make him beg to do to him whatever I wanted. He would learn to never cross me again. The End The Black Mailer Floyd Fitz Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:07/09/2012

Search and Seizure by Caitiff

35 photos; 5:21 video

Hans walked quickly to his small little apartment. He was running late for that story on police corruption. His editor needed it in the next few hours. But Hands had left one of his files at home. He had just enough time to run back, grab the file and then finish the story. Unfortunately the subject of his investigation had already beaten Hans to his home. Officer Millek was waiting for Hans as the journalist walked through the door. “What the....” Hans blurted out as strong rough hands grabbed him from behind and put him ina head lock. Desperately Hans struggled but slowly everything began to fade to black as he lost consciousness. Officer Millek knew he had to act fast. But first this snoop had to be taken care. Millek took out a pair of hand cuffs and cuffed the unconscious reporter to a chair. Millek repeated the process on his victim’s other hand. Some rope was used on his feet. Hans had his ankles lashed ot the legs of the chair he was cuffed too. The next step was the blind fold. Millek had been careful to grab his victim from behind. Hans would not be able ot identify who attacked him. Millek meant to keep it that way. A bandanna went over the XXXX man’s eyes, blinding Hans. Millek was just finishing up when Hans began to groan. he was waking up. That was fast. “Ohhhhh, wha...hey! Mmmmmpphh!” Hans was cut off by a gloved hand over his mouth. “Mmmmm?! Mmmpphhmmmaammm!”, Hans protested for all the good it did him. Fortunately for Millek, he had planned for this. He grabbed another bandanna and shoved it forcefully into Hans’ mouth. Quickly the cloth was tied around Hans’ head so he could not spit it out. Satisfied that the nosy reporter wasn't’ going anywhere, Millek went to work searching for the file. He tore up the office, the bed room, he even looked in the bathroom. Meanwhile Hans was struggling to get free or at least draw some attention to himself. Hopefully his neighbours would hear him. “Mmmm! Mmmm!”, Hans grunted. Damn, Millek thought, the guy is making too much noise. Millek would have to show this guy who was in charge. Millek grabbed Hans around his head, forcing his head back. Millek used his other hand ot hold onto Hans at his chest. In his deepest voice, Millek said “Stop if you know what’s good for you.” Sure enough Hans stopped, understanding that his attacker could easily hurt him and here was nothing Hans could do about it. Millek went back to searching and sure enough found it in the kitchen under a coffee cup. Millek grabbed the file and headed to the door. Blindfolded and gagged, Hans had no idea that his big story was walking out the door. The End Hans played by Garrettjan Officer Millek played by Wolfric Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:04/26/2012

Chilling by JMZ

33 photos; 6:54 video

Reality Television by JM The more I think about it the more I get angry. It was my one and only day off in weeks. A I wanted to do was lay around the house and relax. I had been pulling doubles for the past three weeks. Every muscle in my body ached. I woke up to a beautiful morning and sipped my coffee. I turned on the television and began my plan for the day. Daytime television really sucked but I was content just chilling out. As I began to catch up on morning talk trash on the television, a prompt interceded. Some idiot had just robbed a bank and was leading the cops on a high speed chase through downtown. It was on every channel. I sat there watching and wondering how this guy thought he would get away with it. The cops tried every trick in their book to stop him but he just seemed to be one step ahead of them the whole time. It was intense to watch this guy weave in and out of traffic and then exit the freeway for a residential neighborhood. People scrambled to their porches to watch the chase fly by on their street. I sat hoping no one would get hurt but at the same time was dumbfounded as to why they would stand there and watch hen such a dangerous thing was going on. As the culprit made his way through the neighborhood I noticed he was getting closer and closer to mine. The cops could not seem to contain him. I watched as he finally ran out of gas and darted from the car. It was now a foot chase. Suddenly he was out of camera view and the cops seemed to have lost him. He must have ducked into somebody’s garage or something. I watched and waited for something to happen when I heard a loud crash in the other room. I didn’t even have a chance to investigate when a tall man entered my living room brandishing an object. It was the bank robber, holy shit. “Look friend I don’t want to hurt you but as you can see from your TV I’m in a bit of a mess. All I need is a little time to figure my next move so you’ll be having a guest for a while”, he said. “Please mister you can take what you want do what you need to do, but please don’t hurt me”, I pleaded. I could not believe this. I sat here watching this joker cause havoc in the streets and now I’m his prisoner. Now I don’t want to hurt you but I need to keep you on ice for a while until I get my shit together”, he said. On ice I thought? “I’m going to have to tie you up and gag you, it will be uncomfortable but I promise that will the worst of it I need you to get me some rope or tape”, he said. He followed me to the kitchen where I gave him some rope from a drawer. I was terrified. He took back into the living room and began to tie me up. He wrapped the itchy rope around my chest and shoulders. He tied wrists tightly and knotted the rope hard. His he pulled a bandana from his pocket and XXXX it between my teeth. He tied the bandana behind my head and pushed down onto the couch. “MMMMMMPPPPPHHHH”. I whimpered out of fear. I watched as paced back and forth. He looked over at me and decided I wasn’t secure enough for him. He grabbed more rope and began securing my feet. He tightly bound my legs and ankles. I fought quietly against the ropes hoping he wouldn’t notice. He pushed onto my back on the couch and left the room. I lay there scared about what was next. I heard the back door open and shut and then silence. He was gone. I struggled to get to my feet. I thought maybe I could hop to the front door but fell onto my knees .I rolled and grunted as I tried to free myself. I was able to loosen the rope and began to work my way free, when I looked up and saw him standing there again. Oh shit he was still here. “Look friend I told you to keep still, now I have to make you a little more uncomfortable”, he said. He re secured the ropes and wrapped more around my socked feet. He pulled me into a tight hogtie knotting the ropes tighter than before. “MMMPPPHHH”, I squealed in pain. I lay still on the floor as he left the room again. He walked back in carrying my car keys. “I hope you don’t mind friend but I need to borrow your car for a while”, he said. “MMMPPPHHH”, I screamed. Then I realized he would be leaving. “GOMMPPPHH HEAMMPPPPHH”, I said through my gag. He picked up his bag and left. I struggled to break free but my carelessness earlier had made the knots more impossible to loosen. I rolled and fought against my ties and screamed as loudly as I could through the bandana. Suddenly after becoming completely exhausted my eyes focused on the television. They had caught sight of him again, but his time in my car. I watched as the police finally trapped him while at the same time blowing out my new tires. Finally after another hour of struggling I was able to free myself. I went down to the police station to make a report. Thank God I have insurance. The End Date of Production: 11/24/2008

Van

36 photos

Model: Van Photography by Caitiff Date of Production 12/30/2008

Bothered Bear

21 photos; 4:44 video

Model: Dean
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 03/21/2013

Docked for the Night by Kurt

23 photos; 3:26 video

 The late shift at the loading dock suited Jesse just fine. Ever since college, he'd loved to XXXX late, so a job that started at 11 pm was right up his alley. The pay was pretty good, too, and though it was a dead-end job, he'd decided it was great for the time being, at least until he got his vintage Camaro paid off.
Jerry, his foreman, had told him to expect a quiet night. No late shipments were scheduled, and basically Jesse would just be keeping an eye on the storage area. A million-dollar shipment of computer parts had arrived that afternoon, and all Jesse had to do was stay awake and patrol the large storage facility every couple of hours.
Jesse had his feet up, watching the portable TV, when he heard a peculiar noise. Then, he could swear he heard voices coming from the opposite end of the storage facility. The only weapon he had was his cell phone, programmed to speed-dial 911, but he decided to take a look anyway. He crept through the maze of boxes and storage crates, and the voices became clearer.
  "Dis is a piece of cake, Boss! Dese dopes don't even have a security guard. Guess I packed this rope for nuthin'", a gravelly voice said.
Jesse froze...it was a heist! And they thought they were alone. Jesse decided it would be better if they continued thinking that...$26 an hour was good pay, but not good enough to get bumped off for. He began to re-trace his path through the crates when his foot got wedged between two piles of boxes, sending one side crashing down before he could steady them.
Before he could even react, he was grabbed by a tall, muscular guy who circled Jesse's throat with one arm, while clamping a thick hand over his mouth.
"Hey, Boss, look what I found!" his attacker said gleefully. As Jesse tried to struggle, the Boss looked him up and down.
"Anyone with you, kid?" he asked.
Jesse shook his head no.
"Lucky for you," the Boss said. "Tie him up, Eddie." Jesse saw the silver pistol the Boss pointed at him, and gave up struggling.
  Eddie took out his ropes and began to bind Jesse's wrists together behind his back.
"Ow!" Jesse cried, as the knots were tightened.
"Too tight, kid? You'll get used to it." Eddie said, as he wrapped more rope around Jesse's chest and arms, pulling it snug and knotting it in back. "Now, down on the floor!"
Jesse slid his back along the wall until his butt hit the floor, and watched helplessly as his knees and ankles were tied. A chill went up his spine when he saw Eddie remove a wide roll of duct tape from his bag.
"Please, you don't have to tape me," Jesse pleaded, "I'll be quiet! Plea...MMM PPHHHHFFFFF!!"
  His pleas were ignored as Eddie plastered three layers of the 2-inch wide duct tape over Jesse's mouth, sealing it shut.
"Dere, dat should hold ya. Now, be a good kid and just lay dere. Don't try nuthin', ya don't want da Boss to get mad, trust me."
Eddie left, and went back to helping load up the crates of computer parts. Jesse instinctively flexed against his bonds, testing them. The rope around his wrists was tight and no matter how he tried to twist his hands, there was no give. The tape gag kept his jaws clamped together, and the ropes around his legs kept him immobile. After about twenty minutes, Jesse noticed that there were no more sounds or voices. Then he started to get pissed off, and began rolling around on the floor. He struggled like a madman, but the only result of his efforts was that the ropes felt even tighter than before. He flipped himself over, and plowed into a pile of boxes, sending them crashing to the floor. Luckily, they missed him, but the sound was deafening. Jesse looked up, and there was Eddie towering over him, a coil of white rope in his hand.
  "You dumb kid," he growled, "I told you to keep quiet!"
Jesse whined into his gag, and gave Eddie his best puppy-dog eyes. Eddie squatted down, and chuckled.
"You're a cute kid," he said, winding the rope through the bindings on Jesse's ankles. "I got a nephew you remind me of. Don't worry, I ain't gonna hurt ya. Just stop rollin' around and lay still here till dey find youse in da morning."
Jesse moaned into his gag as Eddie folded his legs up behind him, and tied the ends of the rope to the cord around his chest so that he was tightly hogtied. He added some more rope to his wrists, then added another strip of tape to the gag.
  He patted Jesse's blond hair affectionately.
"If I was you, kid, I'd look for a new line of woik!"
Jesse sighed, and decided the hood's suggestion was a good one.