Pissing off the Boss by Caitiff

27 photos; 3:53 video

 

 

Things were good for Eddy “the Rabbit” Johnson. Ever started he put in with Daddy Vasquez, the money was rushing in. Eddy just had to just do a few morally questionable things: Scout a few locations, lean on guy or two and run a few ‘packages” from one place to the other.

And if that package happened to be making too much mumbling noise through the tape, Eddy had his way to keep the guy... Eddy meant the package, quiet.

Too bad Eddy had gotton greedy. He was skimming off the top, so high off of his sudden success that he didn’t realise that Daddy Vasquez knew everything his guys did. Vasquez was ok with some liberties. He Knew Eddy liked to play with some of his “packages” and Vasquez didn’t mind. If some guy hadn’t fucked up, then he would never had had to be wrapped up to begin with. It was a good lesson.

But now it was Eddy’s turn to become a package.

So Eddy found himself packaged, standing in Vasquez’s pent house. Eddy’s hands had been bound behind him. Like all Of Vasquez’s deliveries, a thick gag in the form of silvery tape, was wrapped around Eddy’s mouth and head.

“MMMpphh!” Eddy begged. He had been bound and gagged for hours now and he found he was a bondage hypocrite. He much preferred to have the other guy tied up then be the victim himself.

Eddy was made to kneel while he and his former co-workers waited on Daddy to arrive.

Desperately Eddy mumbled through his gag, hoping his XXXXs would take pity on him. If they removed the gag, maybe Eddy could talk his way out fo this. But down deep Eddy Knew better. he had stolen from the boss and anyone dumb enough to help Eddy would soon be in the same position.

Eddy had no idea how long he waited. Eventually Vasquez entered the room.

“Tie his feet. I want him hog tied as tight as you can”, Vasquez ordered his men.

Eddy gave pitiful grunts as he was XXXX into a very tight hog tie.

“Leave.”, Vasquez ordered and goons complied.

Sweat beaded down Eddy’s face. he could feel his boss’ eyes boring into the young man’s helpless body.

“So. You thought you could steal from me?”

“Mmmmm!?”

“Oh don't’ worry. I’m not going to kill you or anything. I’m just going to make an example of you. “

Eddy wasn’t sure that was any better. Eddy felt Vasquez’s hands feeling him up. “You’re pay be back with interest. Starting right now.”

The End?

Eddy "the Rabbit" Johnson played by Derek

Daddy Vasquez played by JMZ

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:09/22/2012

tags: Story, tape gag, bad guy, hog tie

Taking Out the Guard

27 photos; 7:36 video

The Guard played by Rick

The Bad Guy played by Dean

Photography by Caitiff

Date of 01/03/2017

tags: grabbed, uniform, bad guy, cleave gag, socks, plot

Jeopardy by Fidelis

20 photos

"Alex, I'll pick World Capitals for eight hundred dollars."

"Mike, the question is"

Tony lay sprawled on the floor, watching TV. He was busy keeping score ­ if he had been a contestant, he would be winning. He had the sound on the television turned up high, competing with the noise of his neighbour's stereo so he didn't notice the faint rattling at the front door.

"Yes!!!!" Tony added another eight hundred dollars to his score. This guy was so slow ­ everyone knew that the capital of Uruguay was Montevideo. His glee was short-lived. His front door swung open, and a man brandishing a concealed item burst into his apartment.

"Who the fuck are ..?"

"On your knees, big boy. Hands over your head!"

With the concealed item pointed straight at him, Tony slowly got to his knees and raised his hands. He had no idea why this lunatic was in his apartment, but he wasn't going to argue him. Mrs. Rodriguez hadn't raised a stupid son.

The intruder whipped some rope out of his knapsack and started tying Tony's hands and arms behind his back. Then he pushed Tony down on his side, and bound his feet together.

"OK, big boy, where is it?"

"Where is what? I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Don't play stupid with me, big boy. I know that you've got it. Where is it! Tell me or you'll be sorry."

The evil intruder started plucking out hairs from Tony's fuzzy chest.

"Ouch, stop! Pleeeezzze! Stop!"

"Ha, fuzzy wuzzy doesn't like this does he? Just tell me where it is, I'll take it and be gone. Otherwise fuzzy wuzzy won't have any hair."

"Please, I don't know what you're talking about! Honest! Just tell me what you're after."

"That was your last chance, big boy. Open up."

"No, please, don't.MMMMGGGGHHHHH."

Tony choked as the bad guy shoved a balled up bandanna into his mouth. He lay there helplessly as a white rag was tied tightly around his head, holding the bandanna in his mouth.

"That will keep you quiet. And then when I find it..you might wish that you had talked when you could."

Tony listened as the guy tore his apartment apart. He had no idea what this guy was looking for, but he knew that he had to get out of there, and fast. He struggled against his ropes, but they were tied too tightly for him to get loose. He tried yelling through his gag, but with combination of his TV and the stereo next door blaring away drowned out any noise that he could make. OK. Time for Plan B. Tony struggled to his feet. If he could just get outside, to the hallway, he would bang on doors until someone helped him. All he had to do was to reach the door, get it open and get into the hall. He took little hops, trying not to overbalance. He didn't want to fall down ­ the sound might alert the intruder. YES!!! He was at the door. Tony tried to open it, whimpering in frustration as his sweaty palms failed to get a grip on the doorknob. Finally, he managed to get a good hold on it, and somehow managed to turn it. He started to pull the door open, grunting with the effort. Just one more minute and he would be safe.

"Where the hell do you think you're going, big boy? You get right back here."

Tony could have wept with frustration as the intruder put his arms around him, and XXXX him back into the room. Why was the guy holding him so tight? And why was his hand down there? Hmmm. Tony blushed. Having that hand squeezing him down there was having an effect on him.

"Down you go, big guy."

Tony grunted as he was shoved down onto the floor. Ouch, that hurt.

"Gee, fuzzy wuzzy, it looks like I hit the wrong apartment. According to your drivers license, you aren't Mike Blas. And this isn't 14 Garden Grove. But since I've gone to all this trouble, I think that I deserve some recompense. Let's see what's inside those shorts."

Tony moaned as his underwear was pulled down and he felt a hand moving over his smooth butt cheeks. It was bad enough that he had missed the rest of Jeopardy, but now this guy was going to XXXX him. How much worse could this evening get?

THE END

 

Tony played by Anthony

Photography by Caitiff

 

 Date of Production: 03/12/2003

Tags: bear, shirtless, underwear, otm gag, stuff gag, socks, story

His New Toy by Caitiff

31 photos; 7:20 video

“Ok so how long do I have to stay tied up?”, Doug asked. It was embarrassing being the too small jock strap. His dick kept threatening to slip out. And he certainly didn't’ like having his hands tied up behind his back.

But a bet was s abet and Doug had lost to Jerry.

“No talking!”, Jerry said as he shoved the first thing he could find into Doug’s mouth. Doug glared at Jerry in disbelief a she chewed the leather glove stuck between his teeth. Jerry was taking this master slave thing a bit too far, he thought.

Not as far as Jerry was going to take it. Wanting to make sure his new “toy” stayed quiet, Jerry got some tape and taped the glove into Doug’s mouth so he couldn't’ spit it out again.

Ahh Doug didn't’ like that at all. He had lots of hair on his head and neck. Taking off the tape would not be comfortable.

“Ok see if you can get out. You have ten minutes.” , Jerry commanded. Wanting desperately to get free, Doug complied. He struggled and twisted but didn’t get any traction nor slack. The knots remained secured as did Doug.

After thirty minutes of watching his nearly naked friend struggle uselessly, Jerry took out more rope and bent one of Doug’s knees back. The legs was tied ankle to thigh with coils of thick black rope.

Doug paused in his work long enough to give some playful pinches to Doug’s sensitive nipples.

“Mmmmmffaammm!”, Doug protested, eliciting a laugh from Jerry as he began to tie up Doug’s other leg the same as the first.

Once that was done and it was clear Doug could do nothing to stop him, Jerry took a few more liberties with his bound and gagged buddy. That hairy chest of Doug’s was so inviting. As were a few other things.

Over Doug’s gagged protests and empty unintelligible threats, peeked under the jock strap at Doug’s goods. Not too shabby. And the jock strap would be coming off soon anyway. He had only had Doug wear one to put him at ease. Straight guys were always so self conscious.

Jerry hugged his new bondage teddy bear, rubbing his fingers across Doug’s hairy chest and down his stomach to where his cock began to grow despite Doug’s frantic wishes otherwise. Just what how far was Jerry going to take this bet thing?

As far as he could. Jerry had rigged it so he would win just for this reason. Poor clueless straight boy Doug never had a clue what a crush Jerry had for him. Now he would have Doug all to himself for the next week end. And from the way Doug’s dick kept trying to pop out everytime Jerry’s hand came near, Doug was enjoying this more then he wanted to let on. Jerry knew how far he could go. He also knew how to make sure Doug enjoyed himself as much as Jerry planned too.

It would be a good week end.

The End

 

Doug played by Wolfric

Jerry played by Garrettjan

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:04/26/2012

Tags: Bad Guy, exposed, underwear, otter, shirtless, socks, hog tie, tape gag, bare foot

Snatch Part 1

32 photos; 6:04 video

Model: Ron Jefferies

Snatcher: Dean

Photography by Nick007

Part 2

Date of Production: 4-17-2015

Tags: grabbed, muscle, strip, exposed, nudity, nude, bad guy, cleave gag, socks

Bondage Newbie

20 photos; 3:23 video

He's never been tied up before.

Bondage Newbie: Justin Johns

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/09/2025

Tags: hog tie, cleave gag, socks

Stick Around by Heman

30 photos; 2:50 video

Stick Around

Christopher Rotten had a reputation for getting a story. Running his own website where he vowed to tell the truth, no matter how salacious it may be and no matter how much it may offend someone. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do to get to the bottom of a juicy story.

Because of this, Christopher's reputation surpassed him and one day, Christopher found himself coming home to an unwanted guest. As Christopher eyed the man with suspicion and an unwise amount of disdain, the man dragged Christopher into the house. 

Christopher had struggled in the man's grip and soon was tackled to the ground. Christopher tried reasoning with the man but it was to no avail. The man grew tired of Christopher's resistance and proceeded tie and gag Christopher tightly.

As Christopher tried to free himself, the man checked his whole house from top to bottom. Finding all of Christopher's files, the man destroyed them with efficiency, including any potential back up files that had been lying around.

A confused Christopher continued to struggle to free himself but the man had done such a great job in keeping him bound. The man admires Christopher's attempts to free himself before coldly telling Christopher why he was bound and gagged. 

Christopher had no choice but to listen to the man telling him some harsh truths about his brutal methods for getting stories and the lives that Christopher had ruined through his website. Christopher tried to justify his actions but the man doesn't allow him to.

Christopher's left with a stern warning to keep his nose out of business that doesn't concern him or the next visit won't be pleasant.

The End

Bound Guy played by Christopher Rotten

Bad Guy played by Adrien Fowler

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/08/2025

Tags: bad guy, grabbed, hand gag, gagging, cleave gag, suit, plot, hog tie, socks, story

Tied at Work

21 photos; 6:38 video

Worker played by Matheus

Photography by Marco Grieco

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Date of Production: 02/28/2021

Tags: bear, outside, strip, underwear

Chip On His Shoudier

25 photos

"Ommppphhh, you sure are a big guy. Now get moving, Chippie. We’ve places to go and things to do."

The cop grunted as I dragged him out of my truck. I was grunting myself; the cop had put up a good fight, and I was probably hurting as much as he was. But….I wasn’t the one tied up and gagged!

I had already been in a pissy mood when he pulled me over. One more ticket was going to screw my insurance and I had tried to reason with him. I called it reasoning, he called it having an attitude. One thing lead to another, I threw a punch at him, he swung at me, and we ended brawling on the side of the road. Luckily, I managed to get in one low blow, and I had the cop doubled up and retching. I was on an adrenaline high, and I had tackled him, knocking him flat on his CHP stomach. As I lay on top of him, feeling his hard cop body pinned under me, something took over my mind. I would plead temporary insanity if this ever came to charges, but the thought of having that cop helpless and under my control suddenly obsessed me. It had taken only a moment to grab his cuffs and put them on him, rip off his radio and toss it into the brush, and push his bike over into the ditch by the side of the road. I had dragged him to his feet and loaded him into the back of my truck. I stood over him, watching him squirm, listening to him gasp for breath. I sprang an instant woody. I didn’t care what happened to me, this cop was mine! Once he had regained his breath, he started swearing at me, telling me what big shit I was going to be in. A pair of my dirty briefs and some duct tape had taken care of that. Some nice white rope wrapped around his studly cop body incapacitated him. Handcuffs were all good and proper in their place, but I knew these cops had their tricks to get out of their cuffs. This big boy wasn’t going to be able free himself from my knots, not for a long time. Besides, I wanted him to be really uncomfortable. That snug rope threaded through his groin wasn’t going to make him a happy camper.

"GGGMMMMPHHHHH! MMPPGHBIGMMMGSHIT!"

Ah, the sound of gagged curses. I felt full of …energy. It was amazing how some stuffing and duct tape could shut up even the cockiest of cops. His muffled grunts were music to my ears.

"Come along officer, sit down and take a load off of your feet. That’s right, make yourself comfortable. Here, you don’t need those sunglasses. It isn’t that bright in here."

I nearly blew right then and there, as the cop glared at me defiantly. He was one hot number, and he was MINE! This cop might think he was tough, but when I got through with him, he would be singing a different story. I was trying not to salivate as I looked at him. I could barely stand up I was so horny, and I saw his eyes widen as he caught sight of the bulge in my jeans. He stared at my groin, and then looked down. I saw him blush until he was as red as tomato. This was interesting development.

"I see that you noticed how happy I am to be in your company, officer. We’re going to enjoy our time together, believe me."

The Chippie didn’t seem too happy about that. He reared to his feet and tried to butt me in the stomach with his head. I nimbly stepped out of his way, and then wrestled him to the floor. It didn’t take me too long to get his legs and ankles tightly encased in rope. The sight of the white rope against his high shiny black leather boots almost did me in. I was panting for breath almost as much as he was, but for a different reason. Blood was running to both of my heads as I placed him back on his milk carton stool. I ran my hand over his cropped hair, and caressed his cheek, just where it was bulging over his tight tape gag.

"Don’t you worry, officer, everything is going to be just fine. You don’t have a thing to worry about me. Trust me."

I smiled at him brightly, even though I was practically hyperventilating with lust. He didn’t seem to have quite such a sanguine outlook at the situation as he glared at me, panting under his gag. I could see fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead, glistening in his short hair. It took almost all of my willpower not to lick them from his skin. I ran my hand over his uniformed chest, letting my fingers linger over his badge. I might just keep a souvenir or two once I was finished with him. I was moaning under my breath and rubbing my bulging groin as I stroked his chest, and this seemed to alarm him even more. Even though he was trussed up hand and foot, he made yet another futile effort to escape my roving hands. He dragged himself to his feet. I could see the look of panic, and….something else in his eyes as he stood there, facing me. I could see fear, but the look of defiance had been replaced by a look of – I couldn’t quite place it. Speculation? Pleading? He shook his head and tried to say something. He wasn’t cursing now. It sounded more like no, please, no. Then he lost his balance and started to fall over. I caught him in my arms and lowered him to the floor. I felt something unexpected as I had his firm body clutched to mine. Now this was really interesting.

"What’s this, officer? I don’t think that is just your cup that feels so hard down there. Should I investigate?"

"MMMNOOOO! NNOOOOOOOO!"

The cop wriggled around, like on a fish on a hook as I started to pat him. He was trying to hide something, something that was making him beet-red with shame. He even managed to flip himself over on his stomach in his vain effort to conceal the bulging boner that was causing his uniform breeches to expand. His cup had either cracked or somehow been dislodged during our fight, and now there was nothing to hide his evident physical excitement. Would wonders never cease? It seemed as if the cop was as excited about his helpless predicament as I was – but he was ashamed of it. I would have to help, wouldn’t I? I got to work immediately.

THE END

CHiP played by Stu

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/03/2005

Tags:: police, uniform, tape gag, story, chair tie

Hogtied Undies

21 photos; 5:15 video

Model: Garrett

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 3/28/2015

tags: tape gag, otter, underwear, hog tie, bare foot, grope, bad guy, dominated

Feeling Athletic

24 photos; 5:23 video

Model: Lex

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/25/2015

Tags: shirtless, muscle, socks, cleave gag

Rivalry by Caitiff

36 photos

God I hated that Jerk Tim in Accounting! Always sucking up to the boss, always letting others do the work and then taking the credit! And he only got away with it because he was so eager to wiggle that cute little ass of his. Sure,the guy did have a nice ass, but that just made it even harder to take his bull. Tim needed to be taken down a peg.

Fortunately our office has the worst security. The Boss went cheap and bought the fake cameras to scare away potential robbers but save money. and the locks on our aging building were easy to XXXX open. A ski mask and some gloves and I was set.

Slacker that he was, even Tim had to work late occasionally and that’s what I found him doing. Well, he actually was playing video games. But he was so engrossed in that that he didn’t see him coming with my fake but real looking concealed item until it was too late.

“What the fuck!”, he blurted out, spinning around in his chair.

I didn’t say a word. No use ever giving him a chance to recognize my voice if he ever deigned to get off his high horse to talk to lowly old me. I just shoved him against the chair and motioned for him to shut up and stay still. Seeing my concealed item and believing it real, he complied as I quickly tied his hands to the chair. Once his arms were secured, I did the same to his legs.

“What do you want?” Tim sputtered when he was finally tied up al the way. I guess he figured that since I didn’t just kill him right away, that wasn’t my plan. Of course I had no intention of actually physically harming him. I had something far worse in mind!

“Look, I got money! Take it! I can get you into the safe if you wa..MMMPH!” That choad! He selling out the company’s money! And how did he get the combo to the safe? Only the boss was supposed to have that! I took special glee as I stopped his annoying begging by wrapping duct tape over his mouth and around his head. Silenced and helpless, tim could nothing but give me his infamous puppy dog eyes.

Ignoring him I went to work on the computer. Seemed tim hadn’t been just just playing video games after all. There was some kind of program running that was transferring ever so small amounts of money to an account. Not a lot to make a dent in the profits. But when it was added up over time... I soon found the account it was going to and did a little programming of my own. Soon all that money was bouncing around blind accounts until I decided to grab the money.

“Mmmaaa! Mmmnnnnmmoooo!”, Tim shook his head and struggled violently in the chair to which he was bound. Inside I chuckled. Who knew how long tim had been working on this little scheme. and now I had gotten rid of it all as he looked on, Bound and gagged and helpless to stop me. And he could never even report what had happened without incriminating himself.

But I was far from done with out cute little embezzler with the nice ass. and Tim knew it as he looked into my eyes. I wanted to see just what the Boss saw in this guy. So I began to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt.

“Mmm? Mmmffaammmaammmffph!?”, I heard Tim say through his gag. Didn’t understand a word of it but he sure understood me as I ripped open the shirt of his expensive suit and tugged the pants down around his ankles. Tim was an even bigger slut then I had realized. He had no underwear on, totally free balling. Undoubtedly he was used to having his pants down around his ankles at work.

To really bring the point home, Tim’s dick was saying hello. Well, who was I to turn down an invitation?

“Mmmm! Mmmmmm!!”

Tim’s dick responded to the touch of my hands rather nicely. It was rather well trained and Tim’s hips began to jerk in time to my tugs. The little he-whore! Even bound and gagged and at the mercy of (to him) a total stranger, he was putting out!

My handiwork was quite good. Tim was soon panting through his tape gag and I could tell he was about to explode. So naturally I stopped.

“Mmmm?” Tim moaned. Apparently he wasn’t used to anybody giving him the cold shoulder before.

I waited until he was just soft enough and then started up again And again stopped just as he was about to get off. Start and stop, start and stop. and each time, like a sex crazed pavlovian dog, tim’s manhood took the bait despite himself. After about doing this six times, I stopped one more time and looked at him, motioning to ask if he wanted me to continue.

“Mmmm! Mmmmaaph!”, Tim nodded desperately.

I smiled under my mask. Under different circumstances I would have happily taken his guy all the way and kept going. But I had a job to do and needed ot get back to it. So instead I took Tim’s rather nice and certainly expensive tie and tied one end around his engorged dick. The other end went around his neck, XXXX him to stare down at what had gotten him into his mess. I wondered if he would ever ge the lesson. I then closed out of the program that had transferred the money (lest it be discovered by whomever discovered Tim) and gave him a look that he immediately knew meant.

You aren’t worth it.

Of course, he was, with that smooth muscular chest and the boyish face and the body that obviously could go on and on. But no use in letting him know that. Tim’s ego was unbearable already. So I left him, tied up tightly and gagged into silence, his dick still hard because of the tie knotted around it’s base. And me properly revenged and about 1.2 million richer.

When I came back to work the next day, no one even suspected I had anything to with it or even about the missing money. That was the good news.

The bad news was when the Boss had discovered out little bondage boy still all tied up and gagged tightly the next morning, he didn’t fire him at all. Instead he got a raise for the “emotional distress”!

There ain’t no justice!

Of course, given what I now know about Tim and how he handles restraint, I was sure if he ever go too cocky again, I could fix that. Maybe next time a little XXXX would be in order.

The End?

 

Tim played by Troy

Photography by Caitiff

 

 Date of Production: 06/18/2005

Tags: story, tape gag, chair tie, suit

Hijacked Rocker By Kirk

30 photos; 3:03 video

The name of the band was JASPER. And they were making it big time. Youtube had been their main outlet and it was only by chance that the kid of one of the execs at NBC had mentioned this group to his father. His father made some calls and, done! Jasper had a recording contract with a tour starting in New York. They would be an opening act for “The Who…” a great way to get known.

Twenty-two year old Tony was the lead singer and writer for the group. A hell of a nice guy, Tony would not hurt a fly. Tony had one fall from grace: he stole every word he wrote! Tony would research online little know garage bands and find their lyrics, and write his music to them. It would be his downfall.

“Punch” was a grunge rocker who had a small garage band that would play at some local clubs and parties in Philadelphia. He had put his music on Youtube, and was surfing when he came to the Jasper site. He froze as he read the lyrics to their first album. “That shithead stole my fuckin work!” Punch read carefully to be sure. “Yes, this Tony fraud is making it big time with my words.” Punch planned to make Tony pay.

Checking the tour dates for the Who tour, Punch and his band members realized that Tony would be near Madison Square Garden. There would be tight security for the Who, but who gave a shit about Jasper. It was easy to get into the caverns of the Garden before the concert started. A sweet smelling rag, and Tony was out cold. Dragged down into an opening in the subway, they kept him out until 3 AM when they dragged his XXXX form up a subway escape tube, into a van, which speed away through the Lincoln Tunnel to an old house in Jersey. Tony was out cold when he was dumped on a bed. “Bind and gag him,” Punch ordered. “No problem,” said the drummer. The stripped off Tony’s shirt. “Want these ropes on his skin!” They proceeded to rope his wrist, arms, legs and feet nice and tight. Shoving a rag down his throat, they tape gagged him. Then, taking a pail of cold water, the splashed it in the bound man’s face.

Tony awoke with a startle. He bucked and soon realized that he was all tied up. He tried to speak, but also found he was gagged. With the drummer holding Tony by his tied arms, Punch lashed his fits into Tony’s gut. “Steal my fuckin songs and make money off them did you?” Punch lashed away as Tony tried to harden his gut and take the abuse. He was never tied up before, and tried feverishly to break his arms and hands free, but the drummer was good at his craft. Finally, the stopped their gut punching, and hogtied Tony. “We have some plans for you!” They left him hogtied on the bed.

Tony tried with all his might to break free of his bounds. He jerked and rolled and pushed and only increased his rope burn and numbness. Rolling off the bed to the ground, he tried to sliver his wrists under his but to his front, but the ropes binding his arms made the leverage needed impossible.

Finally, exhausted, he laid there, breathing heavy, awaiting his fate.

His captors returned and untied his arms, moving his hands in front of him and retied them. He was placed in front of a laptop, his Youtube site on the screen. “Its simple,” Punch said to his sweating victim. “You type in your blog that you are a fraud, that you stole all the lyrics from us, and that your group is history, and email it to ALL your fans. Then, you sign this promissory note and we get the money you made on our work.” “NEVER,” Tony moaned, showing his macho, yet wondering what they would do. Tony began to scream and mpffed, “OK YOU WIN.” Tony wrote the blog and signed the papers. The chemical smelling rag returned.

Tony awoke, again hogtied, in a puddle of dirty track water on a subway siding. It took his nearly six hours to brake free of the ropes. He could not go to the cops: he was guilty himself of fraud. The Who went on stage early and played latter, one of the greatest concerts at Madison Square Garden. And Tony….. He shaved his head, got a business suit and looked for a job on Wall Street.

The End

 

Model: Hal

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 05/17/2006

Tags: twink, shirtless, tape gag, socks, hog tie, story

Rescued? by Caitiff

32 photos

“Mmmmpphh mmmmeeemmmooo!”, Cliff yelled through the tape gag over his mouth. Cliff struggled against the tape that bound him hand and foot to the chair in his apartment.

In the other room Cliff could hear his stuff being thrown around. The burgler who had tied up Cliff was not being gentle with Cliff’s possessions.

If Cliff hadn’t been so tired from mowing the lawn, he might have had the strength to fight back when the Burglar sneaked in and jumped him. But despite his struggles, the man had managed to XXXX Cliff out. When Cliff regained conscienceless, it was too late.

“Mmmm! Mmmm!”, Cliff grunted again as he strained against his bonds. His shirt, unbuttoned while he had been doing yard work, slipped down over his shoulders while streams of sweat ran down his chest. Cliff had had no idea that duct tape could be this strong. Even his attempt to break the chair he was in was in vain. All he could do was jerk around and grunt as his place was ransacked.

Just then Cliff could hear the outside door to his building open. Someone was walking up the stairs to Cliff’s apartment. Someone was coming!

Before Cliff could make another sound through his gag, however, the burglar was on him. He wrapped his hand tightly over Cliff’s already taped mouth, making sure Cliff understood just who was in control.

“Hey Cliff, you there?”, Dave yelled from behind the door. Cliff had forgotten Cliff had said he would come over today. Cliff’s heart jumped. If he could get Dave to understand he was in trouble, he was saved!

“Be quiet!”, the Burglar whispered. Cliff wanted ot yell out and he would have. Though gagged, Cliff could have made enough noise that even a chowder head like Dave could figure out something was up. But the Burglars hands clamped painfully tight on Cliff’s face made the promise of violence clear.

“Hey Cliff. i hear you in there. Open the door!”

Cliff let out a quick grunt despite his captor holding him. Cliff felt rough hands squeeze his throat.

“Hey You ok in there?”

NO I am not ok. I’m bound and gagged and being XXXX by a robber you moron!

Cliff heard the door begin to open. Cliff had almost forgotten he had given Dave a key. The Burglar, realising that Dave was coming in, silently ran tot he kitchen, signalling Cliff to be quiet if he knew was good for him.

Dave entered the apartment and stood for several minutes, his moth agape. Finally Dave seemed to get that His friend was bound and gagged before him. But his reaction after that made no sense.

A broad smile spreading across his mouth, Dave sauntered over while Cliff franticly tried to warn him of the robber in the other room.

But instead of getting the clue that something was really wrong, Dave instead sat his ass down on Cliff’s knee. What the hell?

“Well isn't’ this sweet! I knew you’re girlfriend was kinky but sheesh! You would think she could untie you before she left.”

I wasn't’ tied up by Ally, you idiot!, Cliff thought. Wait! What did Dave mean he knew Cliff’s girlfriend was kinky?!

“You know, I think maybe I should go over and see Ally while you’re busy here. You don’t mind do you, buddy? Just say so.” Dave was so into his teasing his now enraged but helpless friend, he didn’t even see the burglar as he sneaked up behind Dave. Cliff, also was to preoccupied by his friend’s stupidity to notice.

“Yeah, you’re girlfriend is hot! And it’s not really cheating if we let you watch, right? Wow, that would be kinky!

Dave didn't’ see the robber until he was upon him. Dave let out a brief yelp before he was taken down.

A few minutes later and Dave was no longer in any condition to tease anyone. His hand bound and his mouth taped, he could only stare at Cliff and the Robber while making pathetic moans through his gag.

Cliff looked over at his best friend .

What an asshole, Cliff thought.

To Be Continued

 

Cliff played by Clark

Dave played by Stan

 

Date of Production: 10/02/2006

Tags: Story, double, tape gag, chair tie, plot, muscle, shirtless, tattoo

Getting Off Easy

20 photos; 4:03 video

Model: Matthew

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 07/09/2013

Tags: orgasm, blindfold, cleave gag, dominated

More Agreeable

25 photos; 3:36 video

Gagged Guy played by Leo Nein

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/01/2025

Tags: gagging, chair tie, bad guy, stuff gag, cleave gag, tape gag, hand gag, socks, dominated

Down Time

17 photos; 4:59 video

Worker played by Diego

Photography by Marco Grieco

See More Here

Date of Production: 07/13/2022

Tags: OTM, boots, hog tie, outdoors, exposed

The Plumber

41 photos; 3:54 video

Model: Danny

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/08/2025

Tags:muscle, boots, hog tie, blind fold, tape gag, bad guy, grabbed, hand gag

The Rich Kid by Caitiff

27 photos; 4:19 video

Jeff was always going on about how his folks were loaded. And they were. They paid for everything: his school , his rent , and his Mustang.

But Jeff wanted more. The only time he seemed to even talk to his folks was to ask for more money. It must have eventually pissed them off because one day he fumed at us that his parents had cut him off. Well, not really cut him off so much as they would ONLY pay for the stuff they were already paying.

That the rest of us in the house found Jeff a spoiled little snot goes without saying. But he must not have caught on to how we felt because he confided to us a plan to get a lot of money. After seeing an episode of Hawaii Five O, Jeff got the “brilliant idea of arranging his own takening. We would all get a share of course. With Jeff that was a four way split.

However, money of not, there are some things you just don’t do. Freaking your loving parents so you could con them out of money seemed to be on that list. Me and the other two room mates agreed. We also agreed Jeff needed to be taught a lesson.

“Oh ok Jeff. We’ll do this.” I said to him, But we gotta make it look real or your folks won’t buy it.”

Jeff agreed, having no idea what we planned to do to him. The poor sap.

“Ok we will need a video to show your parents you have been taken...”

“Oh don’t worry, I can act scared.”, Jeff interjected.

“No, we need it to be more realistic. Tie him up” I told Todd and Jerry, our other room mates. On cue, they tightly bound Jeff’s hands behind his back. Jeff was so shocked he didn’t even put up a fight.

“Uhhh, I am not sure I need to be ..,Mmmm!” Jeff’s words were cut off as Jerry began wrapping tape over his mouth. The look in Jeff’s eyes as the tape tightened over his mouth was priceless. He was right, he could look scared when he had too.

“H e still looks too comfortable. I know. Lets tear off his clothes!” I suggested.

“Mmmmpphh!?”

Jerry and Todd tore off Jeff’s expensive clothes until he was down to his underwear. We could have kept going until Jeff was naked but we decided we wouldn’t abuse Jeff too much. Maybe later. For now Jeff looked pretty good in his wife beater and green shorts.

We took Jeff down to the basement and sat his ass down on a table. We then tied his legs while Jerry got out his cam corder.

“Ok on the count of five, struggle.” Jerry said as if he was directing a movie.

Jerry did struggle and he moaned. He almost looked kind of hot. If only I could have forgotten what a spoiled sleaze he was.

“I think he has too much freedom still.” I said and hog tied Jeff’s cute ass.

“Maybe we could cut off a finger?”, Todd suggested in a serious tone. Jerry flipped out his butterfly edge.

“Mmmpphhaaammmmm!”, Jeff let out a panicked moan.

“Oh sorry Jeff, we should have told you. The way we figure if you ever spill the beans we would all be in trouble. And a million dollars split three ways is better then four. Sorry buddy. But maybe we’ll let you go after we are safe in Mexico.”

“Mmmm! Mmmmmmmpphhaaaa!” Jeff groaned as he struggled to get free. To bad for him he wasn’t going too. He had no problem giving Jerry lots of good footage.

I guess when Jeff got the idea to fake his own takening from that Hawaii Five O episode, he didn't remember the part where the guy’s friends double cross him. Or maybe he did and that was why he bought our act so quickly.

OF course we weren’t going to cut off a finger anymore then we were going to send Jeff’s parents the video or ask them for money. But we would keep Jeff bound and gagged for a day or two before we let him in on that.

The End

 

Model: Simon

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 10/17/2008

Tags: story, twink, tape gag, bare foot, hog tie

Wrong Side of the Bed by Caitiff

27 photos; 5:44 video

In hindsight, Mark should have kept his mouth shut. He hadn’t realized the consequences of his actions. But his dad has cut him off and Mark was mad. The old man had tonnes of money. After a few beers, Mark’s better judgment took a holiday. he was bitching to his friends about sorry his dad would be if Mark were to be taken. Yeah that would show his dad. Mark and his new buddies could fake Mark’s takening and collect a huge wad of cash.

By the time the XXXX were finished with him, Mark was too XXXX to drive or barely stand. He hadn’t meant a word of what he had said, of course. But the guys he had met at the bar didn't’ know that. They decided right then a and there that Mark had a great idea.

They took the barely conscious Mark to Mark’s house. They would have to make it look realistic of course. So they tied Mark up. Lengths of rope were wound around Mark’s wrist, nice and tight. Then more rope was used to tie up Mark’s ankles. Now even if they put Mark on a polygraph, he could say honestly he was held prisoner.

Mark of course was still XXXX and didn't’ put up any kind of fight as he was bound hand and foot.

“Is that it? Should we wake him up?”

“No,we need to gag him too. It’s not bondage if he ain’t gagged. Hand me that bandanna over there.”

They stuffed the filthy rag into Mark’s mouth. They slapped duct tape over Mark’s mouth to make sure the bandanna stayed in. Then just to cover their bases they took an old t-shirt and tied around mark’s head to make sure that Mark couldn’t get the tape off.

“Uhh if he’s gagged, how will he tell us his plan?”

“Don't’ worry, the other shanghaier said, “He explained it all in the bar, remember? “

Following Mark’s rambling an barely coherent plan, the two men took pictures of Mark and then left to mail their demands to mark’s father. If things worked out as Mark said, they could just leave Mark here to be found later.

The men, still pretty XXXX, left mark bound and gagged on the bed.

“Mmmmm...”, by this time Mark was slowly coming out of his stupor.

The first thing Mark realized as he painfully came back to consciousness, was his head was pounding. The second was that he couldn’t move his hands nor feet.

“Mmmmffaa? Mmmmppphh!”, Mark let out an angry grunt, finding he was well gagged. There was a foul tasting rag shoved into his mouth. He tried to push it out with his tongue but there was tape holding it in, pressed tight against his face by another rag.

What the hell had happened last night? He could see waking up next to some strange woman but tied up?!

Mark began working at the ropes binding his hands but after several attempts could find no slack. Nor could he find any knots. The ropes around his feet were no less tight. All Mark could do was roll from side to side as he struggled to get free. But as he did it soon became more and more apparent that he wasn’t going to get free.

Hours passed with no luck. The rag in his mouth seemed like a solid lump of saliva. None of his neighbors seemed to heart his gagged cries for help. All he had really managed to do was slip his hands over his ass, leaving him in an even more uncomfortable position.

Then his phone rang. Mark couldn’t answer it of course. Finally the answering machine picked up.

“Mark, this is your father...”

“Mmmmmm!”, Mark grunted through his gag, even though he knew his father couldn't’ hear him.

His father continued, “ Do you think I’m an idiot? I cut you off and then I get a ransom demand? And the pics are you in your apartment?! Well forget it. It’s not going to work. Did you really think I’d never heard of that scam before? Shit it was Hawaii Five O for Christ’s sake. You can stay cut off until you’ve learned your lesson. And be grateful I didn't’ call the police. Your mother almost had them coming over to check your apartment.”

The phone hung up.

Mark did eventually get loose. But his father never did believe that Mark hadn’t arranged his own XXXX. And Mark never got XXXX at a bar again.

The End

 

Mark played by Matt

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:08/20/2010

Tags: ball tie, stuff gag, cloth gag, bare foot, story

Back to Back by LAshyguy

23 photos; 7:01 video

 

Dustin, Jeff and Pablo had been best friends since high school and knew each others’ deep, dark secrets. Both Jeff and Dustin knew Pablo had a thing for bondage, and they often took advantage of it by tying Pablo up in various positions, and they would leave him for hours on end while they stayed upstairs playing video games and getting high. However, one day, Dustin and Jeff went one step too far, and Pablo had been plotting revenge on them ever since.

It was a typical Saturday night, and Dustin and Jeff were already stoned out of their minds. Pablo, half-stoned himself, begged Dustin and Jeff to tie him up in the basement of Dustin’s house for an hour. Dustin and Jeff had no problem doing it, and soon Pablo was bound and gagged in his underwear to a chair. Everything was fine, but after an hour passed, Dustin and Jeff didn’t come back down. Pablo watched the clock in the basement slowly change minute-by-minute. Pablo began to worry why his friends weren’t coming down to release him. Little did Pablo know, Dustin and Jeff had gotten so stoned, they XXXX while playing Call of Duty. It wasn’t until eleven o’clock the next morning, nearly twelve hours later, that Dustin and Jeff awoke and realized Pablo was still tied up in the basement.

Weeks passed as Pablo plotted his revenge. He wanted to ensure Dustin and Jeff had forgotten about their little mishap. Pablo wasn’t great at video games, but he concocted the perfect plan to get Dustin and Jeff back, so he spent the ensuing weeks mastering Call of Duty. Finally, Dustin invited Jeff and Pablo to stay over his house while his parents went skiing in Vermont. Pablo was quick to say yes.

As the three best friends sat down to play Call of Duty, Pablo spoke up and said, “What do you say we place a little bet on the game?”

Dustin and Jeff laughed heartily at Pablo. Dustin said, “Are you crazy? You suck as video games.”

Assuming Jeff knew what Pablo wanted, he replied, “Pablo, if you just want us to tie you up, you don’t need to lose. We can do that right now if you want.”

Pablo responded, “I know that guys, but I’d rather we compete to see who wins. And the winner gets to do whatever he wants to the losers. Deal?”

Dustin and Jeff both accepted in unison, and the game was on. It didn’t take long to realize that Pablo had been practicing his Call of Duty skills, because less than ten minutes later, both Dustin and Jeff had been defeated by Pablo.

“Holy crap,” Dustin said in shock, “When the hell did you get that good?”

“I’ve been practicing,” Pablo said with a cocky grin.

“I think we’ve been hustled,” Jeff admonished, slightly annoyed.

“Guess so, but a deal’s a deal,” Pablo said, “now take off your shirts.”

Dustin and Jeff did as they were told and removed their shirts. Pablo reached for the gym bag he brought with him and unzipped it. Inside were several hundred feet of rope, bandanas and duct tape.

“Oh hell no,” Jeff shouted. Jeff had never been tied up before, and the sheer thought of it unnerved him. Dustin, on the other hand, would let Pablo tie him up on occasion when Pablo was in the mood. It didn’t excite him in any way, but Dustin was the kind of friend who would go along for the ride.

“Come on, man, we agreed,” Dustin said.

“No way,” Jeff replied defiantly, “There’s no way I’m letting him tie me up.”

“Okay…then I guess I’ll have to help him,” Dustin said, and immediately pounced on top of Jeff.

Jeff fought valiantly, but it wasn’t long before Dustin had Jeff pinned down. Jeff was a lot smaller than Dustin, and Dustin worked out regularly. As Jeff struggled fruitlessly on the ground, he wished he would’ve gone to the gym more often.

As Dustin held Jeff down, Pablo went to work tying Jeff’s wrists behind his back. Jeff tried to thrash about, flailing his legs violently, but it didn’t do him any good. Once his wrists were properly secured, Jeff began to panic.

“Guys, come on. This isn’t cool, This isn’t MMMMPPHHH!”

Pablo tugged the bandana tightly around Jeff’s head and tied a square knot in the back. As Jeff dribbled some inaudible curses at Pablo and Dustin, Pablo grabbed the duct tape and wrapped it around Jeff’s head several times. With a proper gag in place, Jeff’s frustrations were muted to the point of inaudibility.

Dustin stood up and wiped the sweat off his brow. “That was way more work than it should’ve been.” Dustin looked down at the angry glare Jeff shot at him. Dustin gave him a playful kick into the ribs and laughed.

“Okay, Dustin. Your turn,” Pablo said.

Dustin nodded in compliance, then turned around and put his hands behind his back. Since he wasn’t fighting back, it took no more than a couple minutes before Dustin’s hands were tied behind his back and he was gagged in the exact same manner as Jeff.

Pablo reached down and pulled Jeff to his feet. Jeff’s complaints were muffled completely, and Pablo laughed in spite of them.

“I’m sorry, Jeff, I can’t hear a word you’re saying. Now, want you guys to take a good look at each other…because we’re just getting started.”

An angry Jeff and a content Dustin stared at one another. Jeff was livid at the situation he was in: bound a gagged wearing nothing but his shorts, and worse, XXXX into this position by his so-called best friends. He had felt completely betrayed, even though a small part of him was blaming himself for agreeing to the best. Dustin was completely comfortable in their situation. In fact, the sight of Jeff bare-chested, bound and gagged, was actually turning him on.

As the flashes went off with Pablo’s camera, Justin turned in his direction and turned red with embarrassment. “MMMMPPHHH! MMMMPPPHHH!”

“Sorry, Jeff. All part of losing the bet,” Pablo said. “Now for the next part.”

Pablo approached Jeff and XXXX him to sit down. He then went about wrapping rope about Jeff’s ankles. Jeff fought back as best he could, but it was a losing battle at this point. Dustin sat down willingly and watched as Pablo craftily tied his ankles to his thighs.

“Looking good guys,” Pablo said as he sat back and admired his work. After taking several more pictures, Pablo reached into his bag and pulled out an extremely long piece of rope.”

“And now for the coup de grace.”

Pablo positioned Dustin and Jeff so they were sitting back-to-back. Pablo took the long piece of rope and wrapped it many timed around their chest and arms. Jeff continued his muffled complaining, but that only fueled Pablo’s fire. Pablo was used to being on the receiving end of rope, and it was particularly thrilling for him to not only being tying up Dustin again, but to be tying Jeff as well.

“Okay, I think that’s good enough, don’t you agree,” Pablo asked.

Dustin and Jeff both looked up at their best friend, and now captor, in acknowledgement. Jeff struggled against the ropes, but he couldn’t get free. Dustin sat there, still enjoying the situation he was experiencing.

“Now, I have a little confession to make,” Pablo said to his captives, “Jeff, you were right. I did hustle you guys. I’ve been playing Call of Duty for weeks to make sure I could beat you, and for good reason. I’ve wanted to tie you guys up ever since that night you got stoned out of your minds and left me in the basement all night and morning. By the time you guys untied me, my muscles were screaming from pain and exhaustion. Tonight, you guys are finally gonna get to feel what that’s like. Good night.”

The enjoyment in Dustin’s faced washed away like wave on the shore. Surely, Pablo wouldn’t leave them like this all night. Dustin tried to speak up, but the bandana and duct tape firmly kept him from doing so.

Pablo shut the light off, and the last thing Dustin and Jeff heard were the sounds of Pablo ascending the staircase.

Jeff began to thrash about immediately, but Dustin remained calm. Pablo was the nicest of the three of them, so Dustin was confident Pablo wouldn’t leave them bound and gagged to one another all night. But as the silence of the night crept on, Dustin began to lose faith in his theory.

As the twilight continued outside the windows, Jeff exerted every ounce of energy he could trying to get free. He twisted his fingers every which way possible without breaking them, desperately looking for a knot. However, Pablo had hidden them so well that there was no way for Jeff to reach them. Dustin began to search as well, but he knew Pablo was a master at rope and wouldn’t leave them such an easy escape.

As the sun began to peek over the horizon, Jeff and Dustin were drenched in their own sweat and exhaustion. Their hands and feet were still tied perfectly, and even though the rope around their chests slid down to their stomachs, thanks to their struggling and sweating, it was still holding them together.

With no strength left in his body, Jeff did the only thing left he could.

“MMMMPPPPPHHHH!!! MMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHH!!!” Jeff shouted, hoping and praying someone outside would hear him. Of course, since it was winter, all the windows in the house were closed and properly locked, leaving no chance for anyone to hear Jeff’s cries.

Dustin continued trying to escape, but his muscles were sore beyond belief, worse than any workout he’d ever done. Still, Dustin wasn’t a quitter, and even though he knew him and Jeff were getting what they deserved for what they did to Pablo, Dustin didn’t want Pablo coming downstairs to have the satisfaction of finding him and Jeff still bound and gagged.

However, as eleven o’clock rolled around and Pablo came downstairs, he found Dustin and Jeff exactly as he left them.

“Wow, you guys look completely exhausted,” Pablo said, “Kind of like I did when you finally came around to untying me in the basement. I guess it’s safe to say you guys have learned your lesson.”

Both Dustin and Jeff nodded. They were completely spent and would agree to just about anything so Pablo would let them go.

“Good. So…I’m gonna head out and meet a couple friends for brunch. I hope you don’t mind staying that way for a little while longer. Don’t worry, Dustin, I’ve got your house keys. Oh…and I’m borrowing your car. See you in a bit.”

Dustin and Jeff protested in unison as they watched Pablo walk out the front door. As they heard Dustin’s car pull off, they both lie on their sides in complete frustration. Jeff was convinced his friendship with Pablo was over. Dustin, though, began imagining his revenge, and he was more than confident that Jeff would want to be a part of it.

 

THE END

 

 

 

 

Model: Chad

Model: Uriah

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:05/11/2011

Tags: double, shirtless, story, bare foot, tape gag, back to back

Folly

37 photos; 5:12 video

Model: Taylor

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:11/15/2009

Tags: bare foot, jock strap, shirtless, spread eagle, tape gag

Session 2: Bent Over

25 photos; 4:08 video

Model: Brian
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/23/2025

Tags: otter, plug gag, spanking, butt, jock strap, grope, chair tie, dominated, socks

No One Will Help You

25 photos; 5:53 video

Model: Adrien Fowler

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/01/2025

Tags: twink, chair tie, gagging, hand gag, cleave gag, tape gag, socks, bad guy, grope