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Lab Rat by Caitiff
75 photos; 5:28 video
The happy gas was beginning to wear off. As I tied the subjects hands to the bed railing, I could feel him squirm and jerk. Good thing I had already tied his feet. Of course he couldn’t see what was going on with the blind fold I had put on him. All he could tell was he now being tied up hand and foot on a bed. He might have also noticed his short was gone. “Hey!.. Mmmppphh!” I clamped my hand over his mouth for a bit as I reached for my bottle. A quick squirt and it was back to happy for the lab rat. “Mmmm, that feels good.” He said as I carressed his hairy chest to see how fast his heart and breathing were going. I could see the slight chubby poking through his shorts. That was a normal reaction. I made sure the subject lay flat on his back on the bed. He was much more cooperative now that he had had a bit of happy juice. Just a little preparation left to do. The End?
The Subject played by Bo
The Evil Scientist played by Drake
Photography by Connor Kent
Date of Production: 03/19/2014 -
Buff
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Model: Arturo
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/16/2008 -
Edging the Pledge by SoftTouch
21 photos; 3:02 video
Wait on the corner of Third and Spring Street. Just wait on the corner of Third and Spring Street. Jason waited, and the longer he waited, the more he worried that this might be a bad idea. Jason wanted more than anything to be accepted into the Ramma Damma Fraternity, but he had heard stories. Scary stories of what happened to skinny Pledges on Pledge Night. Were they only stories?
Suddenly a dark van swept alongside the curb. The side door of the van opened up and a big arm reached out and grabbed Jason by the hand. The next thing Jason knew he was sitting inside the van and wedged in between two beefy big guys. The first thing that Jason noticed was that the back of the van was all closed in so that he couldn't see where they were going or even who was driving the van. And then his eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness and Jason saw that the two big guys had dark silk stocking masks pulled down over their faces.
“Are you guys from Ramma Damma?”
“There ain't no need for you to be talking,” one of the masks said.
“But I—“
One of the masks grabbed his arms and held them tight. And then the other mask laughed. “We told you to shut up!”
Jason wasn't used to being spoken to so rudely, and he was just about to talk to the laughing mask about his manners, when all at once the laughing mask came at Jason’s face with a wide roll of orange tape. Jason guessed that the tape was for him and he started to struggle, but then the other mask started laughing, too while he held Jason’s arms even tighter. And then the first ugly mask started plastering sticky pieces of tape all over Jason’s lips, his cheeks and even his chin until Jason felt like there was a big hand holding his mouth tightly shut.
Then the mask holding his arms pushed Jason’s body into the waiting bear-hug of the other mask. Jason didn't like this. He didn't like this at all. And then he looked behind him and saw that the other mask was holding rope!
Oh no! Jason didn't want to be tied up! But there was no escaping from the two big masks and Jason couldn't stop them from wrapping that tight rope all around his wrists and then his chest until his arms were completely trapped.
“You might as well take a little XXXX, Pledge Boy,” one of the masks laughed at him.
“Mmmhat…!” Jason mumphed into his tape plaster. Then Jason got really scared when he saw the other mask holding a dark cloth laundry bag up over his head. Oh no! Jason hated being put in the dark! But the two masks just laughed and laughed while the dark bag was pulled down over Jason’s head and his shoulders and his chest.
After that all Jason could feel was the dark cloth clinging to his face when he tried to breathe, and the beefy bodies being pressed closed to his, and the bumpy ride of the van until the van finally swerved to a stop.
Big beefy hands grabbed the bagged Jason and dragged him out of the van. Then they made him walk and walk when he couldn't see where he was going. And then, after awhile, one of the beefy hands pushed Jason down. Jason screamed in fear until he felt his buns being caught by a comfortable couch. Then the dark bag was abruptly pulled off of his head.
Blinded by the sudden brightness of the lights in the room, it took Jason a little time to see that he was in somebody’s house, but he didn't know who. And then he looked up to see the two big stocking masks standing over him, and one of the masks was holding some more rope.
“You're early,” the mask said. “So you're gonna have to wait awhile.”
Without being the least bit nice about it, the two masks grabbed Jason and ignored his frightened whimpers while they tied his ankles and thighs together with the ropes.
“You move; you get punished!” the other mask warned Jason.
Then the two stocking masks walked into the next room. And they left the door open so Jason could hear everything that was said while his two captors joined some of their waiting friends.
“Where’s Vic? He’s supposed to be here.”
“He got tied up at the lab, but he'll be here.”
“He'd better show up. He’s the one bringing that snake.”
Snake…! Oh no! Jason knew this was a bad idea and so he begin twisting his wrists and ankles against the tight ropes.
‘Don't worry about Vic. Look at the other cool stuff we got. Here’s that tickle whip you wanted.
And Sammy brought the itching powder. And Rod remembered the Vaseline. And I brought some shaving cream and a real sharp razor.”
Cold chills ran over Jason’s body. He didn't even want to think about what those guys might do with some of those things they were talking about. He had to get out of here!
But he knew that he had to be quiet, and he knew that he had to be careful, and he knew that he didn't have much time so he forgot about trying to get loose from the ropes. Instead he slowly levered his body up off of the couch until he was standing up. Then he tried using the little baby steps the tight ropes would let him take, but those were getting him nowhere fast.
So then he tried a little hop. That was okay so he tried another one. Oh no! He couldn't stop his top-heavy body from toppling over and he hit the floor really hard with his body.
Jason froze on the floor and listened intently, but all he could hear coming from the next room was laughter. Good.
Afraid to try standing up again, Jason stayed down on the floor and began to crawl slowly like a worm toward where he thought the front door was.
“Hey Pledge! You leaving us so soon?”
All of Jason’s breath ran out of his nose and he lay deflated on the carpet.
“You'll be sorry if you miss the big party we're going to have for you. Now I'm sorry I got to do this, but don't want our prize Pledge running away.”
What could Jason do? There was so many of them, and there was only one of Jason, and nobody had ever been so cruel to Jason before so he didn't know what to do. So he didn't struggle at all while the mask bent his body up and tied more painful ropes around Jason's wrists and ankles.
“Hey Pledge,” the stocking mask whispered. “I tell you a little secret. When they tie that blindfold on you and tell you that you're eating worms, don't worry. What that stuff really is, is only raw liver.”
Jason’s stomach flipped over, bitter bile rose up into his throat, and he moaned oh so sadly. He'd just decided that he really didn't want to be a Ramma Damma after all.THE ENDJason played by Mike Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 01/04/2006
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A Bear Gets His by Caitiff
28 photos; 5:10 video
Bud was a bully. He parked his car in other people’s spots. He dumped his trash onto other people’s lawns. And everyone was pretty sure that Bud was behind the rash of burglaries. But no one could prove it and no was willing to confront Bud about it. That is until Ted moved . The new guy was quiet and kept to himself. To Bud that meant he was an easy target. Nothing could have been further from the truth. Bud caught Ted while he was alone. But Ted wasn’t impressed by Bud. Bud made some veiled threats. Ted just nodded politely. Finally losing his temper, Bud threw a fist at Ted’s head. In one motion Ted dodged the fist and laid Bud out on his back. As Bud’s head hit the ground, everything went black. When he awoke, the first thing Bud noticed was the pounding in his head. The next thing Bud noticed was that his hands had been tightly bound behind his back. Tape was wrapped around his head, gagging Bud’s mouth. “Mmmmm!” Bud moaned through his gag. Bud had been taken to Ted’s apartment and tied up. That asshole. When he got free, Bud was going to kill this creep. But as he struggled, Bud failed to get any slack in the ropes that bound his hands. He was too helpless to even put up a decent fight as Ted wrapped Bud’s feet in more rope. “Mmmpphhhaaammm!” Bud kicked at Ted with his bound feet but Ted just ignored him. Apparently confident that his hostage was secured, Ted clicked on his cell phone. “Hey, it’s Ted...” “Mmmmm! MmmmppphhH!”, Bud grunted through his gag, hoping to get the attention of whomever was on the other end. It worked. “Yeah, Ted continued. “That’s it It’s almost ready to ship. Just need to wrap it a bit more. I’ll deliver the package tonight” Ted hung up the phone. What the hell was going on? Ted leaned over his captive and smiled. “ I want to thank you. When I moved here I wasn't’ sure I would find anyone to deliver. You see there are people who would pay a lot for a stud they can do anything they want with. And here you came along. No one likes you and no will miss you when you disappear. ““Mmmmmnnnoooo!” Bud grunted angrily was he was hog tied. He struggled and twisted but it was no use. “Better get used to it. “Ted said as he finished tying Bud up. “You’re going to have ot stay tied and gagged for at least a day or two. Don't’ worry. Once you arrive, you’ll be more compliant. They always are.” The End Bud played by Dean Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 09/29/2011 -
Antonio in Blue Jeans
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Model: Antonio
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 03/02/2006 -
Day At The Office By Caitiff
25 photos
"All right, Martinez. This is your big break. Don't screw it up!" Mr. Burns scowled as he put on his coat to go outside. "You can count on me, sir!" Ramone Martinez said as helped his boss out the door. This was great! After working at this stupid paralegal job for months and taking his Mr. Burns' constant abuse, Ramone was finally being left alone at the office. All he had to do was make sure that all the records got filed away and the money from clients got taken tot the bank on time. Mr. Burns had promised if Ramone proved he could do these "simple" things while Mr. Burns was out of town, Ramone would finally get a raise. The first day was fairly easy. Ramone spent of his time organizing the files and he got the checks from clients deposited before the bank closed. Soon it was 7 o'clock. Time to go home and go to bed. There were still a great many files left to put away Unfortunately the masked men had other plans.
"What the.." Ramone stuttered as he grabbed. The men ordered him to go down on his knees. One held him while the other began ransacking the office files.
"I can't find it in this pig sty!" He said to his partner.
The man covering Ramone jerked Ramone's tie roughly, " Where's the Berman file?"
"I don't know. I think my boss took it with him!"
'Should we?!" The second man asked the first.
"Nah. Here, keep him out of the way with this. He might 'remember' something, if he knows what's good for him!" The first man tossed his partner a roll of gray duct tape.
Ramone's hands were taped tightly behind his back. Then more tape was wound around his feet and arms. It was all Ramone could do to keep his balance.
"Sure you don't want to tell us where the file is?" The second XXXXman asked, waving his XXXX menacingly.
"Even if I did know, which I don't, I wouldn't tell you. You'll never get away with Mmmphh!!" Ramone's bravado was cut short by the XXXXman's hand clamped over his mouth.
"Yeah, right. You got a big mouth. Lucky for you we don't want to give the police extra incentive by killing you. If we can help it." The man then stuck a strip of duct tape over Ramone's mouth and smoothed it over his face until it formed an effective gag. "There, now you can tell us how 'we're not going to get away with this' all you want and you won't bother anyone! Hahaha!" The man pushed Ramone so he lost his balance. With a painful thump, Ramone landed on his ass on the floor.
The two men then continued searching the office, going from the file cabinet tot he stacks of files that lay on the desk. Mr. Burns, being old fashioned, never kept any of his cases on the computer. But it would only be a matter of time before they found the Berman file, sabotaging the case Mr. Burns was making. Losing the Berman case would not only mean some very nasty people would get away with being slum lords, but it would ruin the business. And even worse, Ramone would lose his job!
Vainly Ramone struggled to get loose. But the tape he was tied up with was impossible to get out of. There were no knots to undo and no slack to work with. Ramone was was reduced to wiggling and grunting on the floor.
Of course, even if Ramone managed to get free, he couldn't do much against a XXXX. But he may be able to make a break for it.
Not that it mattered what he might do if the tape continued to hold him!
"I found it!", Ramone heard and his heart dropped. He could only look up and glare as one of the XXXXmen walked up to him
"We'll be leaving you now. Thanks for all your help!"
"Mmmm-mmphha mmmppphhrr!" Ramone grunted furiously through the tape gag but the men were gone.
The night went slowly as Ramone rolled around on the floor. He had given up getting free long ago but he couldn't even XXXX. HE couldn't find a comfortable position to lay while he was tied up like he was.
Morning came and Ramone despaired of ever getting free. Mr. Burns wouldn't be back for another day. Ramone shuddered to think of being bound and gagged for two entire days!
Suddenly in walked Mr. Burns! "What the hell?" he exclaimed seeing the mess. He then looked down on the ground and noticed his paralegal, bound and gagged on the floor.
"Mmmm?!" Ramone moaned pathetically.
None too gently, Mr. Burns peeled off the tape that had cemented to Ramone's face.
'Yeee-aaaahhhh...Robbers! They stole the Berman file! Left me tied up!"
No they didn't," Mr. Burns said. "You mixed the Berman file with the Garman file. That's why I came back. To get the correct file. I never understand how you keep mixing up B and G."
"You mean.."
"Yes. "Mr. Burns explained as he replaced the tape over Ramone's mouth, "Your incompetence has actually saved us. So I won't fire you. Of course, I will have to take the damages out of your pay. And I think I'll just leave you here where a while longer so you don't cause any more trouble."
"MMMMM!" was all Ramone could say.
The End
Ramone played by Anthony
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/23/2002
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Ego by Ivor Ciccone
30 photos
I love it when my cousin Ben comes to visit, we wrestle, play fight and tie each other up, have done for years. He's a lot bigger than me though, so he usually gets the upper hand. Well not on this particular day.
Ben had been at work all day and decided to pay me a visit on his way home -
BIG MISTAKE!
We drank a couple of beers and talked for an hour or so, but soon Ben, reclining in the sofa, was floating off to dreamland. I siezed the golden opportunity and grabbed my ropes. It had been ages since I got the bastard tied up because when we wrestled he always won and tied me up.
Conveniently, he had fallen aXXXX with his arms up, supporting his head with his hands. Gently I tied them tightly together at the wrists, then wound the rope around the back of the chair he lay on. The ropes were very secure, very tight, I stepped back to admire my handiwork and called to the XXXX guy.
"Ben, wakey wakey, it's time to get up!"
He woke from his XXXX and in a couple of seconds was asking...
"What the fuck?"
"I never get the chance to try out my ropework on you these days, bro", I said, "you're too strong for me to beat in wrestling. So what do you think? I've improved, right?"
"For fucks' sake, Kenny", he said, "can't a guy get any peace? No, I don't think you've improved any, these ropes are shit, I'll be loose in no time".
"Oh yea? Let's see it then," I said, "but first lets give you a bit more of a challenge."
I pulled his hands down from behind his head and fastened them in front of him by winding rope from his bound wrists around the back of the chair. Then I pulled the rope back around and cris-crossed it across his crotch and then around his legs, finally winding it back around the chair and tying a big knot in it . Then I secured another piece of rope from his wrists to the rope around the tops of his legs, then more around his legs and ankles, tightly binding him to the chair.
"You call this ropework?" Ben growled, "you're no match for me, boy!" He tensed his muscles and strained against my ropes. I knew his words were just bravado, he'd never allow himself to give a compliment, he always had to be the best.
"I aint setting you free, cous, you're gonna have to try to escape all by yourself", I teased.
He tried to wriggle his wrists out of the rope binding them, but got nowhere. He tried to pull his legs free from thier binds, but again got no slack.
"I'll be free in no time, you little shit, and you better be prepared for an ass whipping", he said, starting to lose his cool.
"I don't think I wanna listen to your threats anymore, big guy", I said and got out a big red ballgag.
"No way, fuck you, Ken, I'NNNGGGMMMMMMMMMPPPPPFFFFF", Ben started to hurl abuse, but I silenced him just in time.
"What's that you said? Haha! Got you bound & gagged good, don't I cous," I smiled.
"So get free if the ropes are so shit... Go on!!"
I was loving this.
Ben was now completely on ice.
"I'm obviously better than you at the ropework now dude, you're taking forever to get free!!"
"GGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNGGGGGG," he tried to say.
"I may amuse myself by tickling those big feet of yours, cous, if you don't get loose soon!", I said, knowing that threat would get him struggling even more vigorously!
I have to say my dick grew pretty big at the sight of my cute, beefy cousin captive, gagged and struggling.
"Well when you are ready to agree that I am the champion with the ropes, King of ropework, and you can't escape my excellence, when you agree that you are too weak for my knots, just nod your head. You'll be agreeing that you're a wuss who can't escape lil Kennys' ropes, but thats what you've gotta do to be set free, nod your head in agreement that Kenny is King and you are a total loser who surrenders!"
"MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFF", Ben grunted into the ballgag.
I knew he'd die before agreeing to that so I guessed I'd get to keep him bound & gagged like that for quite awhile. I squatted down to his level and poked my tongue out at him.
"I'm gonna have another beer, I think, dude......you want one?"
"GGGGRRRRRRRMMMMMPPPPPPPFFFF!"
"Just nod that Kenny is your superior and you got it!"
"GGGGGGRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPFFFFFFF!" This was killing him. How big can one guys ego be, I thought as I went to the fridge.
I cracked open the beer and took a seat in front of Ben. He looked at me and shook his head in defiance, then drifted off to XXXX! Evidently, he'd rather XXXX bound & gagged than admit defeat.
Fuckin' ego maniac!
Fin
Ben played by Himself
Photography by Pavlos
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Snatched by Fidelis
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"Move it, move it! Keep on going!"
"GGGMMMPHHHH!" Dave felt as if he was living a nightmare. He had been in the library all night, grading papers, and he knew that he had to get some fresh air, or he would fall aXXXX. He couldn’t believe the work load that Professor Jamieson had dumped on him. The good professor was a star, or at least he liked to think that he was, and was always on the road – giving lectures and attending conferences. As a result, Dave ended up teaching the majority of his classes and grading most of his papers, for a pittance. He barely had time to work on his dissertation, which he had the feeling was going to make HIM a star. He had uncovered some previously unknown correspondence between two major 19th political figures, which was really going to rock some boats. He vowed to himself that once he had finished this lot of grading, he was going to take a couple of days to do some more research. Jamieson could go screw himself!
Dave took a couple of deep breaths of the fresh air. Ah, that was much better. He decided to stretch his legs a bit since he was outside. He would take a quick walk, and then go back to his drudgery. There were still a few people around, so he didn’t pay much attention to the sound of footsteps behind him. As he passed into a pool of darkness between of the lights lining the pathway, he heard the footsteps begin to speed up. He felt a frisson of apprehension and began to turn around, sensing the presence of someone too close to him. As he turned a hand went over his mouth, and an arm went around his chest. As he began to struggle he heard a gruff voice saying " Come on, grab him and pull him into the bushes." Someone else grabbed his legs, and he was dragged off the path and into the bushes. His face was pressed down into the dirt as his arms were jerked behind him, and his hands bound behind his bag. Dave tried to scream for help. He received a slap to the back of his head and a mouthful of dirt for his efforts. Then his head was pulled up. Before he cry out, something sticky was pressed against his lips, muffling his yells. A musty smelling sack was pulled over his head and shoulders, and then he was dragged to his feet. Strong hands grabbed his elbows and he was propelled forward. He tried to go XXXX in an effort to slow down his attackers, but then didn’t faze them. They just dragged him along, his feet scuffing on the grass until he felt the grass turn into in something harder.
"Toss him in he back seat, quick, before anyone see us. Get in with him, and keep him out of sight." Dave was picked up and thrown into a car, were he was XXXX onto the floor in between the front and back seats. A foot was pressed onto the back of his neck. "Don’t try to move kid, and you won’t get hurt."
After a short drive, the car stopped. Dave was pulled out of the car and dragged up a flight of steps. He felt like he was suffocating, the musty canvas sack over his head letting in little air. He was shoved down onto his knees, and sack was removed. He blinked in the sudden light, snorting and choking as he was able to breathe freely. Two scruffy looking men stood in front of him.
"You wait here, junior. A friend of yours is coming to visit you. I suppose we had better fix you up so you don’t try to run away before he gets here. He’d be real pissed if you weren’t here – he paid us good money to fetch you for him."
Dave was shoved against a wall as the two men tied his ankles and knees. He attempted to kick out at them, grunting through his tape up mouth, but he was no match for the burly pair. Within a minute he was trussed up.
"Come on Charlie, lets have a beer while we wait. The kid isn’t going anywhere."
Both men laughed, and one of them shoved Dave with his foot, XXXXing the grad student over onto his side. Dave lay on the floor, stunned. Who were these guys, and what did they want? He didn’t have any money, nor did his family. Why had he been XXXX like this? And who was the mysterious ‘friend’ who had paid these men? He whimpered in fear. He knew he had to get out of here, but how? He could hear his XXXXs in the next room, laughing, talking about what they were going to do with all of the money that they had been paid for grabbing Dave. It sounded like they were getting deep into the beer very quickly. They weren’t paying any attention to Dave at all. He rolled over onto his stomach and began inching his way towards the door through which he had been brought. It hadn’t been closed properly, and he could tell that it opened onto the street. He could feel the fresh, rather chilly air flowing through the door. As he made his way along the floor, he rubbed his taped mouth against the carpet. If he could get rid of the gag, and make it outside, he would be able to yell. He knew that he didn’t have much chance of getting free of the ropes – they were far too tight and too professionally knotted for him to loosen them. He was getting closer and closer to the door, building up a sweat as he went, pausing every now and then to try to catch the edge of the tape and pull it loose.
"Hey, kid, where the hell do you think you’re going? "
"GGGGMMMPHHHNOOOO! MMWHYMMDOINGMMTHIS?"
Dave wailed in frustration as one of his captors grabbed him by the feet and pulled him back into the room. Ugh, the bottom of his chin was going to be raw from carpet burn. But that soon turned out to be the least of his worries.
"So you think you’re a smart guy, do you? Trying to get away from us, and screwing up our business. You’re going to regret this, asshole. Here we were being nice to you, leaving you in a comfortable position. Too bad you weren’t satisfied with it. Charlie, get me some more rope.
"MMMUGGGH. MMOUCH! MMMNOOO!"
Oh Christ, Dave thought, he HAD been a lot more comfortable before. The pain in his muscles was look fire, the strain on them was so intense, now that his hands were tied to his feet. This position was incredibly painful. Every time he tried to move, pain shot through his body. His hands were becoming numb from the increased pressure. His fingers felt like fat sausages. Then he heard noises at the front of the house – a different and familiar voice was added to those of his two captors. He heard footsteps crossing the floor, and then a pair of highly polished and expensive shoes stood in front of him. He could see perfectly creased, beautifully tailored trousers above the shoes. He tried to lift his head up to look further, but he didn’t need to see more to identify the man standing above him. One of the beautifully shod feet went beneath his chest, and nudged him over on to his side.
"MMMPROFSOR!!!MMMHEEELPMMEEE!"
"Dave, Dave, Dave" purred Professor Jamieson. "You have been a bad boy, haven’t you? Holding out on me the way that you have. Were you going to wait until I had published my book on Tipton and Sharp, and then release your paper? You would have enjoyed making a fool out of me, wouldn’t you? Well, it’s NOT going to happen, young man."
Dave shuddered as he listened to Jamieson’s voice harden, becoming suddenly vicious. Jamieson’s face was almost unrecognizable as it turned red, spittle hanging from his lips as he harangued Dave. The fastidious and elegant Professor Jamieson seemed to have been transformed into a different person. Dave thought of Jekyll and Hyde, and he shuddered.
"NOBODY makes a fool out of me, least of all a graduate student. You’re going to rue the day that you were born, my boy. It’s lucky for me that you are so careless and forgot to lock your carrel last week. Thank God I found your work in time, before my book went to the presses. I can incorporate your research into the book, and with my name on it, it will be a hit! The Dean will be most impressed. It will be another triumph for me! You’re going to stay here for a week, or two. My friends wiltake excellent care of you. I believe they have a lovely dark, dank cellar which is perfect for entertaining guests. Adios, my friend. And thanks for your work."
As the two thugs dragged Dave away, he took some comfort in the fact that he had beXXXX to entertain suspicions that the correspondence was a forgery. If that turned out to be the case, he was going to have the last laugh.
THE END
Dave played by Brett
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 01/14/2004 -
The Two Timing Magician by Ivor Ciccone
25 photos
The Two Timing Magician By Ivor Ciccone My mate Dave fancies himself as some kind of magician, whenever he goes to a party or even just for drinks after work he performs a lame new card trick or sad coin vanising act. After we became buddies Dave inevitably got an introduction to my sister and it wasn't long before they began dating, so I naturally felt kind of guilty and responsible when he started XXXX around behind her back. I told her to stay away from the sleaze and advised him to back the fuck off from my sis, but Dave didn't listen and kept calling the house and bugging her to forgive him. One Sunday the slut guy had the front to call me and ask me over to his place for pizza and a video, apparently he had mastered a new magic trick that he wanted to show me and of course, I was well aware that he thought of worming his way back into my good books as a ticket to get him access to my sister. I kept my cool, a plan was forming. "Yea, sure, that'd be fun dude, I aint got nothing else planned for today", My acting was flawless. "Ok, cool, see ya in an hour bro, bye". Dave was probably smiling smugly to himself, thinking he'd reeled me back in. Little did Davey boy realise what he had gotten himself into, unknown to him was the fact that I am kind of a bondage enthusiast and today I was finally gonna get to tie him up and rid my sister of him and it was gonna be so easy! When I got to Daves' I wasted no time before I got my plan into action. "Have you ever considered working some escape artist tricks into your act dude?", I asked very nonchalantly. "What, like Houdini? I'd love to, hes a major hero of mine!", the young magician couldn't resist, just as I'd hoped! "Perfect", I thought. "So, you want me to tie you up so you can practice your escape technique and try to get free?" Inside I was smiling. "Sure bro, that'd be boss! And I have lots of rope," he says, I guessed as much. Now I'm getting hard! "Okay, take off your clothes", I said. "Whaa?" he exclaimed, brow all twisted in confusion! "I thought you said you were a fan of Houdini, don't you know that to prove he wasn't hiding any knives or keys in his clothes to help him get free Houdini did all his escapes naked? Like, duh! " "Oh sure, of course", the gullible stud said and stripped! I wasted no time in binding his wrists tightly behind him. "Ok, that's nice and tight, wow this would make a great pic, dude. Say cheese!" And I took my camera out of my pocket and took the first in a series of photos I knew were guaranteed to scare Dave into staying away! "NO WAY MAN, FUCK YOU!" "Now you're gonna listen to me, you little prick." "MMMMppppppppfffffff" was all the dude managed to say in his defense because I really didn't want to hear his voice so I grabbed a nearby roll of black duct and taped his mouth shut tight. In shock at the position he had gotten himself into, Dave's ass dropped to the bed. "Great, another perfect composition", I said and took another pic. "Now I told you very clearly that I wanted you to get the fuck out of my sisters life, didn't I Dave? Nod your head." He nodded. I got the rest of the rope and moved towards his feet to tie them together at the ankles. Anticipating my move and as a way of protecting his privacy Dave bent his legs away from me. "Don't even think of working against me dude, I have the upper hand here, ok?" And I pulled his legs straight and bound them at the ankle. I was so enjoying this! I got a full frontal picture of the nude dude and his little prick while he was on his back before he managed to shift around onto his front laying on the bed. "You don't have a sister, do you Dave? Maybe this lesson will teach you to have some respect for women, especially my sister!" As if trying to apologise the dude worked his way into sitting on the bed and looking into my eyes, like a puppy dog, he pleaded into the gag for me to set him free. "MMMMPPFF FFFOOOWWWYYY, PPPLLLLEEEEMMMFFF LLEMM ME MPFO!" SNAP! SNAP! These pics were turning out really well! Dave realised that pleading was not gonna work and so he tried struggling, which I knew was a pointless exercise - I had tied the ropes for Christs sake - but he looked so good twisting & squirming in the ropes that I just let him carry on. My dick was throbbing man and I was getting some awesome pictures. "Ok, so dude you know that if you call my sister again I'm gonna distribute these pics all round town and no girl will want to know you, right?" Dave started moaning & twisting more. "Let's just give Houdini one final challenge shall we?" I roped the dudes feet to his wrists in a hogtie, tight! "MMMMMPPPPPPFFFFF" he protested into the tape as I snapped away, standing over him, moving all around him, getting some horny pics. He looked soooo good I didn't wanna leave him, but I knew I had the roll of film to always remind me of this perfect day! "Don't work too hard now Mr. Magic will you? And, don't worry, I'll be sure to keep these pretty pictures all to myself as long as you leave my sister alone. See ya!" "MMMMMPPPPPPFFFFFFF!" was the last I ever heared from Dave. fin Dave played by Rod Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/25/2003
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Lambda Gamma Panic by SoftTouch
25 photos
“Last chance Martin, are you sure that you want to be a Gamma Lambda?”
Freshman Martin looked up at the two seniors who looked so much older and bigger than he did and nodded his head eagerly. “Yes sir, ever since I came to Wilson, I've been hoping—“
“The first thing a Pledge must learn is how to obey. Open your mouth.”
“My mouth—Garghaff…!”
Without waiting for Martin to open his mouth all the way, one of the seniors pushed a ball of rubber sponge between Martin’s teeth. The sponge quickly expanded to push down his tongue and puff out his cheeks and Martin made some frightened sounds into the soft spongy intruder that was already starting to gag him.
“You see, we try to make this as easy as possible,” one of the big seniors smiled at him.
Martin flinched at a sudden ripping sound and his eyes jerked around to see the other smiling senior ripping wide pieces of sticky tape off of a roll. Then one smiling senior held his shoulders while the other smoothed several pieces of the sticky tape all over his sponge-spread lips so that now Martin could hardly move his mouth at all.
“Now you won't even have to talk. You can just nod your head.”
Martin nodded his head and made strange nervous animal sounds behind the tape. He could keep quiet. They didn't need to gag him like this.
“And now we have some nice rope for you.”
One senior spread his big hand over Martin’s chest like he was telling him not to go anywhere while the other senior grabbed Martin’s arms and pulled them back behind him. Then he could feel the soft rope being wrapped tighter and tighter around his wrists and around above his elbows and soon he couldn't move his hands at all and his elbows were pulled together so closely that they were almost touching.
“Now we have a little confession to make,” one of the seniors smiled.
“Yea it might be a couple of hours before we can start your initiation.”
“Richie is still down at the pet store looking for snakes and lizards.”
“And Phil went down to the swamp to look for some tadpoles, moss and leeches.”
Snakes! Lizards! Tadpoles! Leeches! What were they going to do to him? Poor Martin’s heart was already racing and then –
One of the smiling seniors opened a door to show Martin the inside of a crowded closet. “So you're going to have to wait in here.”
Martin shook his head from side to side and made all kinds of frightened sounds behind the sticky tape while he tried to untangle his tongue from the soggy sponge so that he could tell them that he hated small places.
“Don’t worry,” the other senior smiled at him. “There’s plenty of room in there.”
“Yea, we had three Pledges in there just last week and they didn't complain too much.” The two seniors grabbed Martin by his shoulders and pushed him inside the small closet. Then they pushed him down onto his knees while Martin wondered why he had ever been so stupid as to volunteer for this fraternity.
Then the seniors closed the door and Martin lost it completely. Panic grabbed him all over and he started screaming into his gag and pounding the sides of the closet with his feet. Suddenly the door opened.
“What the hell are you doing in here?”
“Yea, are you some kind of wutz or something?”
Both of the big seniors looked really angry. Then one of them grabbed Martin’s legs while the other grabbed some more rope. Then it seemed like they didn't care how much they hurt him while they quickly bound his knees and ankles tightly together.
“Any more noise from you and we'll give you an ice water bath!” The two seniors slammed the door shut on Martin and closed him into the dark space where the only light came from the little cracks around the door.
Martin worked his tongue around the swollen sponge inside his mouth and squeezed out some of the drool to run down his throat while he tried to keep his body from shaking so much and his pounding heart from beating so loud.
Suddenly the closet door opened and Martin blinked his eyes at the bright light that rushed into the little space.
“Something we forgot to tell you,” one of the seniors smiled down at him so sweetly. “One of those Pledges we had in here last week bitched because he got cockroach bites all over his body so you'd better not fall asleep in there.”
Just as suddenly the door closed again and Martin was plunged back into the darkness. Roaches! Why did it have to be roaches? Martin couldn't even stand the sight of those things. His Mom kept a clean house so they never had any problem with them, but Martin had visited other people’s places where they kept those roaches almost like they were pets or something. And, as soon as Martin saw one, he was out the door.
But what could he do if he saw one in here? The way they had him tied up, he could hardly move, and the way the soggy sponge was filling up his mouth now, he didn't figure anyone could here him scream. All he could do was to watch and to try to look everywhere, hoping that he could see those roaches before they got to him and then scare them off somehow.
And that is when the real Gamma Lambda panic really set in.THE ENDMartin played by Andre
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:06/22/2004 -
Jogger XXXX by Cryptococcus
29 photos; 8:33 video
After five days in the office sorting cases instead of being in the field doing automotive insurance adjustment, Pete was ready to unwind some. As far as he was concerned, there was no better way to do this than to slip into a comfortable pair of shorts and his favorite old sneakers and go for a jog around his home town. Just shorts, socks, and sneaks. Pete didn't like to feel encumbered when he ran, and he always liked a bit of breeze. Running made him feel macho, and he was thinking about the sensation of being a part of the world instead of just on it as he entered the alley.
The attack was swift. Pete stopped to re-tie a shoelace, not really paying much attention to the young man on the opposite side of the alley. Pete was musing about the cobblestones, thinking that sometime in the past this had been a main road through a prosperous part of town, and now it's just a back lane. A hand clasped over his mouth "Don't cry out, and don't say a word," the stranger warned. Pete's eyes were wide, but he nodded agreement.
The stranger then wasted no time in hustling Pete into a nearby clapboard house. "Cross your wrists and hold them out." The younger man had Pete's crossed wrists expertly tied. Then he was ordered to kneel on the already open convertible bed.
The stranger did not tell Pete his name. Pete's eyes returned again and again to the pistol. When Pete started to object about his captivity, he got the pistol in his mouth. "You just shut the hell up," the young man said. "In fact, I think you need to be gagged." A minute later, he was, and Pete thought it was almost a relief to be gagged after choking on the pistol.
Was he about to get XXXXd or worse? Pete wondered what "worse" might be as the stranger pushed him down onto the bed, but the thought of being XXXXd was bad enough.
When Pete's shorts were tugged down, his captor noted Pete's near erection and said, "You seem to like rough treatment."
Pete shook his head no, but his cock always seemed to have a mind of its own. And it usually got Pete in a lot more trouble than it got him out of. Pete actually marveled at his own tumescence, considering the circumstances.
Pete decided to play along while his captor had the upper hand, and Pete did not object as his cock and balls were circled and divided and tied to a rope spanning from each armrest of the sofa-bed and his still sock-shod ankles were tied to the bed frame.
It would so easy to relax into captivity, Pete thought, as he involuntarily tasted the gag. It was salty, as if someone had sweat on it.
Pete's relative comfort was short lived because his captor told him to sit up . . . and then went for a compact digital camera.
Pete's bound wrists were tied to the foot of the bed, and then he was trapped between the forward pull of the ropes at his wrists and the rearward pull at his cock and balls. Pete's captor was content to take several photographs at different angles while Pete was thusly bound. "That's right," he said. "Look at me when I take your picture." Pete wondered if his pictures were going to show up on some lewd site on the internet.
Then Pete's ankles and cock and balls were untied and he was able to rest for a few minutes. His captor was rummaging around with more ropes, but the XXXX never left his side.
Folding beds with frames were very versatile places for bondage, Pete thought as he was told to lay on his stomach and had his crossed wrists bound to the bed frame. "Spread your legs open wide," he was told, and a nudge to his ribcage with the barrel of the pistol put emphasis on the command. Pete still had his socks, he noted. Maybe his young captor didn't like feet? Or maybe the guy just liked sweaty, smelly sneaker socks. Pete wondered about this as his widely separated ankles were tied to the bed frame.
Pete had still been offered no reason for his XXXX. He was feeling more vulnerable on his belly than he had while sitting up. The bizarre sequence of bondage the young man was XXXX on him was confusing. The guy was big on threatening XXXX, but the XXXX remained only verbal threats and mainly implied by the presence of the pistol.
Pete was really beginning to wonder what the guy was after. He was also particularly aware of the head of his cock pressing against the sheets. What would the guy want to do with him now that the was really helpless? "Sit tight," said his captor. "I have to go to the john, and then I'll decide what to do about you."
Do about me? Pete thought. As soon as his captor left the room, Pete began to struggle. His ropes were tight, however, and he became still when the young guy returned.
Pete had a gXXXXse of the pistol as the other guy wrapped a bandanna around his head covering his eyes. It was on the bed right beside him, but bound as he was, it might well have been in another state.
Pete shivered as the cold XXXXmetal touched his tender anus. Hadn't he read somewhere about being sodomized with the barrel of a XXXX?
Then he was flipped onto his back and his ankles were again bound to the bed frame. This was somehow beginning to feel like a finale for him. Now he really was exposed and helpless. The young man could do anything he wanted to him, and Pete could do nothing but grunt around this even more restrictive tape gag.
"I wonder," said the guy, "if I could fold up the bed with you in it?"
***
Thirty minutes later, Pete was back in his shorts and sneaks. Seeking cooler air, he was seated leaning against the side of the house. He looked up as his friend Ed came down the porch steps. Ed was carrying a couple of beers. "Well," he said, "what'd you think about that - being taken against your will tied up, photographed, and being threatened with a XXXX?"
"The poking in the ribs was a bit much," said Pete as he accepted a cold brew. "But you ought be more careful when you go to hand gag me or try that breathing control stuff. I think I'm gonna bruise this time."
"Aw, poor, poor baby," said Ed sympathetically. "Your place next time?"
"Yeah, man. What you doing tonight?"
Ed laughed. "Thinking about tying my ass up?"
"Always, if not thinking about being tied up by you."
"We got one strange relationship," said Ed. "You want a ride home, or are you gonna run.?
"Well, wanna tie me up in your car?" asked Pete.
"Sure," said Ed. "I'll get the ropes and camera."
The EndEd played by Antonio Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 10/19/2005 -
Country Boy by Chipoi88
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
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Winners and Losers by SoftTouch
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 -
All Mine
23 photos; 7:35 video
Model: Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/11/2013 -
Prisoner of War
28 photos; 4:10 video
The Prisoner played by Chad
Photography Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/13/2013
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Ezio Nude
23 photos; 5:11 video
Model: Ezio
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 06/01/2017 -
Compromising Positions by Caitiff
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 CaitiffDate of Production: 02/23/2002 -
Taking Out His Toy
20 photos; 5:50 video
The Toy played by Cole
The Domiant played by Chad
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/30/2012
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Therapy by Fidelis
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 -
Hump
28 photos; 6:45 video
Model: Mike Photgraphy by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/23/2007 -
Surgeon General's Warning By Fidelis
48 photos
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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Form and Function by SoftTouch
20 photos; 10:14 video
“How is that now, comfortable…?”
“Mmmghuh….” Gregory really couldn't say very much with a thickly-wrapped bandanna parting his lips and depressing his tongue. And he really wasn't sure if he liked the way the snug ropes were hugging his hands behind his back. But the next payment on his mortgage was already overdue and Gregory didn't want to lose his new house.
“Good, now let’s try a few pictures,” the man in the red fedora aimed his camera at Gregory and the flash suddenly exploded into Gregory’s eyes.
Gregory hoped that he was doing the right thing, but he was really nervous about having his picture taken like this. He had almost told the man in the red fedora no when he saw the little posing strap the man wanted him to dress up in. Gregory had never worn anything like that in his whole life, and he wasn't sure if the little pouch-thing would fit him, but he had just bit his lip and packed his equipment into the clutching leather as best as he could.
And then he saw the ropes. “Oh no, please sir, you didn't say anything about tying me up!” Gregory’s voice had risen up to a small screech.
“I see,” the man sighed. “We had better start with the gag.”
“Gag, what gag—?” Gregory had panicked. But before he could react the man’s arms were already around his body and holding him close while his fingers were pushing the soft roll of bandanna between Gregory’s lips. The man wasn't rough, but he was firm while he lodged the cloth inside Gregory’s mouth and then tied the two ends behind Gregory’s neck.
“Don't be temperamental,” the man had breathed into Gregory’s ear. “The nice color of this bandanna matches your face perfectly. You wouldn't deny me the use of a little color would you?” the man smiled while he cinched the knot tight. “Now give me those strong arms of yours.”
Poor Gregory was really confused. The idea of being gagged and then tied up like this was very frightening. Gregory had never dared to do anything like this before. At the same time the closeness of the man’s strong body to his and the feeling of the man’s confident hands on his body was also very new and kind of exciting while he felt the rope holding his wrists tighter and tighter.
Gregory whimpered a little into his mouthful of cloth and then he began to blush. The sudden pain he felt didn't come from the rope around his wrists; it came from the sudden tightness of the posing strap that was holding him so close.
“All right now,” the man interrupted Gregory’s thoughts. “Kneel up on the bed there so that I can get some good XXXX. That’s good. I think my camera really likes your body. Now have a seat, that’s right.”
Gregory awkwardly moved his tied body around until he was finally sitting on the side of the bed. And then he gasped a little loudly through his nose and rubbed his tongue up against the bandanna in his mouth. The man in the red fedora was coming at him with more ropes.
“I think we need a little more white right here. Now just hold still.”
Then Gregory closed his eyes and just felt the man’s confident hands on his body again while they began weaving more rope all around his chest and his arms and then back and forth around his neck. At first the rope felt kind of soft and comfortable, but then those hands began to pull it tighter and tighter until Gregory was all too aware of how big his nubs were getting.
“Are you sure that you've never modeled before?” the man asked as he tied the final knot. “You have such a smooth strong chest. Yes, it is really quite nice.”
The camera began clicking and flashing again while Gregory felt his cheeks starting to blush and another little stab of pain down inside the little posing strap. He wasn't used to having people say nice things about him like that.
“All right, now just lie back on the bed for me. Yes, that’s good.”
Gregory looked up from the bed to see the man towering over him and the man was holding another length of rope in his hand. What was he going to tie up now?
“My, what nice feet you have,” the man purred over Gregory.
Gregory closed his eyes and sighed into his mouthful of cloth while he felt the man’s strong hands stroking each of his feet and then holding them together while he wrapped more of his possessive rope all around Gregory’s ankles. Then Gregory heard the camera clicking again.
“Yes, very nice,” the man purred. “Now roll over onto your tummy and let’s see the back side of you.”
Gregory struggled to roll over onto his belly and only winced a little when he felt the firm mattress pressing up against his hardening bone. His bone was getting too big for its little prison and Gregory began willing it not to grow any more while the distant clicks of the camera kept time with his growing embarrassment.
“You have a beautiful pair of baby moons,” the nice man told him then. “It’s too bad that we will have to cover them up.”
Gregory squinted back to where the man was standing near his feet and saw that he was holding even more rope. Gregory moaned into the growing sogginess of his bandanna gag. He really didn't want to be tied up any more. But tied up as he was already there wasn't anything he could do to stop the man from doing what he wanted with him.
The next thing Gregory knew, his feet were being bent up behind his back, and his tied wrists were reaching down toward his tied feet, and there was a strong cable of rope pulling the two of them tightly together. Pain was shooting though Gregory’s shoulders and his knees and the small of his back and he began to complain into his bandanna gag.
“Quite right, young man,” the man in the red fedora smiled at Gregory. “We need more color here.”
Gregory looked up to see the man tearing off a big wide strip of yellow tape.
Gregory shook his head and tried to tell the man that that wasn't what he wanted, but the man just held onto Gregory’s face and then began smoothing that sticky tape all over Gregory’s mouth.
“Now we must have struggle, lots and lots of struggle!” the man told Gregory.
Gregory moaned into his gag and tried to tell the man that he could hardly move.
“Quickly now!” the man suddenly sXXXXped. “Quickly or I will get my switch!”
Having no choice, Gregory ignored all of his aches and pains and began rolling and twisting and straining around on the bed while the man circled him his camera and bombarded Gregory’s eyes with his flash for what seemed like forever.
“That is good,” the man finally decided. “That is good,” the man finally decided.
Gregory moaned into his gag and began to beg the man to please let him go now.
“I quite agree,” the man said and Gregory sighed with relief.
“That gag is beginning to look a little chewed and that posing strap is getting much too small. But don't worry, I come prepared for such emergencies,” the man smiled down at his captive.
Then Gregory looked up and saw that the man was holding a rubber thing on straps that looked much too big for Gregory's mouth and another little harness thing that had a bunch of silver rings on it, and each silver ring was smaller than the one next to it.
“You are going to look perfect in these!” the man assured him.THE ENDGregory played by Mike Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 01/04/2005 -
Chair Tickle
22 photos; 6:04 video
Chris played by Himself Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 08/17/2005 -
Trucker Nightmare
23 photos
Here I am bound and gagged. I knew my appetite for sex would get me in trouble
one day. How could I be so stupid?
My name is Mike, a trucker by trade,and like all truckers get a little lonely on the road. I’ve lost three lovers because of my insatiable need for sex. So I guess in a way I deserve this. Hitchhikers and hustlers are my cup of tea,no strings attached, no drama.Most of these guys are pretty simple, needing a few extra bucks or a ride.
In one of my usual diner stops in Texas, I noticed a young latino kid sitting alone in a booth, he couldnt be older than 20. A black backpack sat beside him. A backpack was usually the calling card. He was one of those guys that makes you hard just looking at him.
I walked over to his booth and asked if I could sit. He eagerly obliged.We struck up a conversation,just your basic fluff.He touched my hand and smiled,thats all I needed. I was thinking with a totaly different head at that moment.
We left the diner together, and found a cheap motel nearby. As we made our way to the room I could not help but notice how his cargo shorts and white tank top fit him like a glove. I was getting harder by the minute. As we entered the room we wasted no time getting to the bed. We began the usual foreplay when all of a sudden he bacame very dominant. Now usually this I role I play myself,but for this guy I was willing to do anything,even if I was paying.
He ordered me to strip, which I eagerly obliged. He told me to leave on the bandanna, it turned him on. He told me to turn around so he could admire my ass, I was hard,flattered,and foaming with pre-cum. I felt him come close to me. My excitment reached a boiling point I realized an object was aimed at my head, and not the one on my shoulders. What was happening?
He ordered me to the couch, and began to pull white rope from his backpack with his free hand."What are you gonna do with that", I asked nervously." Tie you the fuck up, genius", he yelled. He roughly pulled my wrists together and began to tightly bind them. I grunted in agony. He began to wrap the rope around my torso, digging into my skin. My legs and ankles were next . The rope wrapped around me like a snake. My ankles burned and my feet went numb. I struggled but it was no use. The little fucker shuffled his way through my wallet, emptying it.
"I bet you didnt realize I cost this much huh", he said.
"Fuck off",I griped.That was not a good idea.He began to remove his shirt which returned my hard on.He wrapped each end of the shirt in his hands and procedded to wrap it around my mouth.
"You dont have to mmmppphhh!", was all I could get out before he violentlygagged me. With this he picked up his backpack and bid me farwell. After a little struggle I made it to the floor, but not much further. So here I am bound and gagged, no money and still horny as hell.The EndMike the Trucker played by Lyle
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/10/2004
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Spanking It
24 photos; 6:20 video
Model: Brian
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/11/2024
Tags: spanking, plug gag, socks, grope, shirtless, otter, bad guy, dominated
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Gagging a Friend
19 photos; 2:51 video
Bound Guy played by Jack Stone
Bad Guy played by Brian
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/12/2024
Tags: gagging, hand gag, chair tied, tape gag, cleave gag, bad guy
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32 photos; 5:21 video
Model: Connor
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/24/2024
Tags: nude,, nudity, muscle, hog tie, butt, grope, cleave gag, bare foot
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30 photos; 4:04 video
Model: Leo Nein
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/08/2024
Tags: bad guy, plot, hog tie, socks, cleave gag, dominated -
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20 photos; 3:40 video
Model: Cody Jonson
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12-08-2024
Tags: underwear, twink, cleave gag, bare foot, hog tie -
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25 photos; 3:56 video
Model: Christopher Rotten
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/14/2024
Tags: shirtless, tattoos. underwear, hopping, cleave gag, socks, twink
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25 photos; 3:30 video
Office Worker played by Adrian Fowler
Bad Guy played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/05/2024
Tags: gagging, hand gag, cleave gag, tape gag, socks, grabbed, bad guy, hog tie
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The Unlocked Door
24 photos; 3:16 video
Bound Guy played by Holden Cox
Bad Guy played by Dalton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/04/2024
Tags: grabbed, bad guy, hopping, plot, twink, socks, cleave gag, hand gag, gagging