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Severance Part 2 by Caitiff
18 photos; 6:00 video
Laid Off
by Caitiff
Cont'd from Severance Pay
“Mmmpphh!”
Jeff was screwed. Try as he might, he couldn't’ get free from the ropes that bound him
hand and foot.
When he had come home, Jeff had been jumped by a former employee named Tony
Ford. Jeff was XXXX. When he came too, Tony had Jeff bound and gagged on
the counter of this bar.
Clearly Tony planned some kind of revenge against Jeff for firing him. Not that Jeff had
had a choice. The head office had demanded drastic cuts. Of course, Jeff could hardly
explain that to Tony when his mouth was taped shut.
Though Jeff was already helpless, Tony got out more rope and hog tied his captive into
a nice tight ball. Jeff wiggled back and forth in rage.
“Mmm!”, Jeff grunted. His anger turned to confusion when Tony took off his shoes. What
was he doing? Jeff soon figured it out when Tony’s fingers began gently caressing Jeff’s
socked feet.
“Mmm? Mpphhhahahahahahahahahaa!” Jeff jerked as his feet were ticked. Though not
normally ticklish, the nylon socks made every touch unbearable. Jeff could hardly breath
as he laughed through his gag.
But that was not the worst of it. The movement was having an effect on Jeff’s body. He
could feel his pants getting tighter and more uncomfortable.
As if it was all part of his plan, Tony seemed to sense Jeff’s growing problem was well.
He flipped his captive over and put his hand right over Jeff’s packaged.
“Well, look at what we have here. Yep, works every time.”, Tony gloated as Jeff grunted
in protest at being felt up.
Jeff could do nothing as his pants were unbuttoned and pushed down, exposing the
massive bulge in his underwear. Jeff turned red in embarrassment. But his torture didn’t
end there. Soon his tightie whities were also pushed away to expose his erection.
Despite himself, Jeff couldn't’ make it go down.
“Since you fucked me over, I guess I should return the favour” Tony said as he went to
town. Jeff was teased and tormented, never allowed to end his frustration. His ass was
spanked and man handled. Jeff became Tony’s little bitch, totally degraded.
Jeff had no idea how long this went on. Hours perhaps. Tied up hand and foot, Jeff had
no choice over what was done to him. He didn't’ even have the dignity of being able to
complain about it, gagged as he was.
Eventually Tony tired of his game. Jeff was sweating as his mind raced with all
the other possible tortures his captor might have in store.
Tony reached into his jacket, causing Jeff to beg pitifully through his gag. Jeff was
certain that with his fun had, Tony was about to end him. However he only pulled out a
manilla folder.
“You really shouldn’t have fired me. I knew that system back and forth. Including all the
extra books the people upstairs hide from the IRS. So here’s the deal. I’ve had my fun
with you. So now I’m going to go on a nice long trip with some money I borrowed from
the head office. But I’m going to leave this here for you. After all, when you were done
doing their dirty work, they were going to fire you too. You could call the police about me
but then you might have some questions about how you got this.”
And with that Tony left Jeff, still hog tied and gagged in his house, the perfect position to
some serious thinking.
The End.
Jeff played by Cliff
Tony Ford played by Zac
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/26/2009
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Severance Part 1 by Caitiff
35 photos; 3:00 video
Severance Pay
by Caitiff
What a rough day! Jeff was glad to be home. The head office continued to demand
more and more lay offs to increase “efficiency”. It was stupid as hell. Efficiency went
way down as did moral. But what the head office really wanted was as much profit with
as little over head as possible. Jeff didn’t like it but he also did not want to join the line of
people carrying boxes out of the building.
Feeling tired and depressed, Jeff didn't’ register anything as he unlocked the door to his
house and trudged in. He didn't’ see the man in black hiding behind a counter until it
was too late!
“Mmm!”, Jeff let out a startled cry as a dank cloth was shoved over his face. It had a
weird chemical smell that filled Jeff’s nose and mouth. Jeff fought like crazy to free
himself from the man grappling him. But Jeff felt himself getting weaker and weaker. His
head was getting cloudy and his vision blurry. Jeff realised he was about to pass out.
And then he did. Everything went white and then nothing.
Jeff let out a faint groan as he slowly regained consciousness. His head was pounding.
Jeff’s regained awareness before he got back control of his body. He knew he was lying
on his side on a hard surface. His hands were behind his back for some reason.
Painfully Jeff tried to move. However, when he tried to put his hands to his aching head
he couldn’t. At first Jeff panicked and worried he had become paralysed somehow. But it
wasn't’ that. Something was keeping hands from moving. The same with his feet.
“Mmffaa?
Jeff’s eyes opened and he finally understood with a shock. He was tied up!
“Mmmpphh!?”, Jeff exclaimed. “Mmmmm!” Jeff’s protests came out as unintelligible
moans thanks to the tape that was sealing his mouth.
A burst of adrenaline rushed through Jeff’s body as he became aware of his
helplessness. Desperately Jeff struggled as much as he could, barely managing to keep
from falling off the counter of his bar. Unfortunately Jeff was no Houdini. Except for
games he played as a boy scout, Jeff had never been tied up before.
Jeff’s mind raced. Who had done this to him? Why? Was he being robbed?
When Jeff’s attacker came into view it at least answered a few questions but raised
many more.
Tony Ford had been among the first laid off. Now he stood before his old boss.
“Hello. About time you woke up.”
“Mmmm!”
“Yeah I don’t want to hear it. That’s why I gagged you. And now after being your butt
monkey for three years, I think it’s time I return the favour.”
“Mmmmmffnnnnn!”, Jeff shook his head in protest, not that it would do any good.
He was bound and gagged, a helpless prisoner.
To Be Continued
Jeff played by Cliff
Tony Ford played by Zac
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/26/2009
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Sexy String
39 photos; 6:05 video
Model: Kent
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 7/30/2008
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Roped At the Rodeo
25 photos; 5:38 video
Model: Dante
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/29/2016 -
HogTied Goth
25 photos; 4:18 video
Model: Kyle
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/23/2016 -
PANIC ROOM by SoftTouch
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“Now, now Mister Elwood, what happened to that nice johnny we gave you to wear?” Nurse Ellen said oh so sweetly.
“LET ME OUT OF HERE…!”
“Surely Mister Elwood you know that we can't do that. You remember the contract you signed with Doctor Nicely. You're going to be our guest for thirty days.”
“Get away from me you bitch!”
“Shame shame, Mister Elwood, is that anyway to talk to people who are just trying to help you. Giorgio, Bruno; please help Mister Elwood back into his bed.”
“No, please, keep them away from me.”
“I don’t know if I can. They look awfully big and scary,” the First Voice said inside his head.
“I’m not helping you, not after the way you talked to me last night.” Mister Elwood’s Second Voice inside his head didn't sound very happy about this situation.
“But you have to help me. They're going to stick all kinds of strange things in my body and make me do things that I don’t want to do!” Mister Elwood said out loud.
“Who are you talking to Mister Elwood?” Nurse Ellen touched him gently.
“Take your hands off of me!”
“Please calm down, Mister Elwood; we just want to make you safe and comfortable. Don’t you want to feel safe? Everyone likes to feel safe.”
Mister Elwood twisted his face left and right and his eyeballs clicked back and forth in his head as first one hand, and then another, and then another grabbed onto his body and stretched him out on the guest bed. Then strong ropes appeared and they were being wrapped all around his wrists and trapping his hands in a vice-like grip.
“No, please, don’t do this to me; I won't be bad any more!”
“Why are they hurting us? We never did anything to them.”
“I told you that it was a bad idea to come here. Now they're going to make us helpless and afraid, and then that Doctor is going to come back and do bad things to us.”
Mister Elwood strained and struggled as best as he could, but Bruno and Giorgio were very strong and they did this sort of thing every day, so Mister Elwood had no real chance of resisting them. He could only watch while the strong hands of the orderlies wrapped coil after coil of strong rope around his ankles and then they began to stretch his body apart as the strong ropes were anchored to the top and the bottom of the guest bed.
There was a time when Mister Elwood had been very strong, too, but he had let his poor body go to seed and now his fear was taking the last of his strength away so now he could only watch while the big orderlies put his naked body on cruel display.
“Don’t just lay there! You've got to do something!”
“Yea, you've got rights. Look at that Nurse grinning at you.”
“I'll get you for this, you Bitch!” Mister Elwood screamed.
“Tish, tish Mister Elwood; such uncalled for behavior. Bruno, Giorgio; I think we'll need the double-gag please.”
“No, I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me!”
“Now Mister Elwood, we have no desire to hurt you,” Nurse Ellen purred.
Strong hands XXXX Mister Elwood’s mouth open.
“We just want to control your behavior.”
A thickly-knotted cloth was XXXX between Mister Elwood’s teeth to fill up his mouth with hard cotton. Then the two ends were pulled tightly behind his neck and tied securely to pull the corners of his mouth back into a permanent smile.
“We just want you to conform to our clinic’s policies and procedures.”
The strong hands continued their evil work by binding a second thickly-folded cloth over Mister Elwood’s spread lips; trapping the thick cotton knot inside his mouth and hugging his lips with lots of soft XXXX cloth.
“Soon you will be feeling much better. Turn Mister Elwood over please.”
Bruno and Giorgio used their strong hands to turn Mister Elwood’s body over so that his bare butt was exposed to their cruel eyes.
“Oh no, here it comes!”
“I knew this was going to happen!”
“Mmmph…mmmno…mmo, mmease…”
Mister Elwood felt a sudden splash of cold as an alcohol swab rubbed across his bare cheek. Then there was the sharp sting of a needle followed by what felt like a warm flow of water spreading outward from his exposed cheek to the rest of his naked body.
“There, I think Mister Elwood will be much more cooperative now. Please turn him over onto his back so that he will be comfortable.”
Those strong hands manhandled Mister Elwood’s body again to turn him over onto his back again even while the XXXX they gave him was beginning to turn his arms and legs into the flaccid limbs of a big jelly fish.
Then he saw the ugly face of Nurse Ellen very close to his.
“One more thing Mister Elwood before you begin your XXXX. I want to draw your attention to the silver ring that has been attached to your manhood. We call that ring The Tingler because the inside of it is lined with tiny electrodes. If you approach the door alarm again, the alarm will trigger a rather painful electric shock, and I am sure that you wouldn't want that to happen to you.”
“I warned you, they're all Mad Scientists here!”
“Yea, just you wait until that Doctor starts modifying your behavior.”
“I’m sorry guys, very sorry,” Mister Elwood moaned into his double gag as his eyelids began to feel very heavy. And then, just before he drifted off to XXXX, he thought he could hear laughter and it sounded like Nurse Ellen was laughing at him. Did she laugh at all of her patient’s that way?
Mister Elwood didn't know because his nightmare was only just beginning.
THE END
Mr. Elwood played by John
Photography by Caitiff
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Leather Straps
27 photos
Model: Arturo
Photography by: Caitiff
Date of Production 5/8/2008
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The Tutor" (Part 1) by Kurt
36 photos
Brad was proud of the community volunteer work he did every week in the downtown ghetto. Every Thursday he drove his Volvo from the burbs into the inner city to help disadvantaged youth study for their GEDs. Tonight, one of his favorite students, DeShawn, was coming for some help in American History.
Brad prided himself on his patience but tonight's lesson was not going well. He knew that DeShawn wasn't really dumb, he just didn't seem to be able to concentrate, and Brad was slowly getting steamed despite his lofty intentions.
"No, DeShawn, Detroit is NOT the capital of the United States", Brad sighed. "Maybe we should start again at the beginning."
DeShawn sneered a bit.
"Dude, I 'preciate you trying to teach me, but what this jive got to do with me?"
"You need to know it to pass your GED," Brad explained patiently, a slight tone of condescension in his voice. "Now, the first president was George Washington...."
"Oh, I know him, that's that brutha that invented the peanut," DeShawn interrupted.
"Fucking moron," Brad muttered under his breath.
What you call me?" DeShawn growled.
"Uh..nothing," Brad stuttered, alarmed at the look that came over DeShawn's handsome face.
DeShawn's catlike movements were too quick. His fist connected with Brad's jaw, and he scored a knockout. Brad groaned as his head dropped to his chest.
"Damn liberal..he needs to learn how real life is here in the hood," DeShawn said to himself as he found some rope and began to bind the XXXX tutor to the swivel chair.
After a few minutes, Brad began to come to, and immediately sensed the bindings around his wrists and legs.
"What the hell...DeShawn, what are you...MMPPHHH!" DeShawn clamped his hand over the tutor's mouth.
"Shut up, white boy! I'm sick of you talkin' down to me!"
Brad grunted as he was handgagged and began to struggle against the ropes. How could this be happening? He came down here with only the best intentions to help the wayward youth of the inner city, and now he was tied up!
DeShawn removed his hand from Brad's mouth, and replaced it with a bandanna that he tied tightly behind Brad's head.
The captive tutor grunted into the gag and tried to plead with his attacker. But the look in DeShawn's eyes had changed. Without saying a word, he placed his hand on Brad's chest and began to massage it.
""Shit, man, you look hot tied up like that!" DeShawn said dreamily.
"MMMPPPPHHHH????!!!" Brad responded in alarm.
DeShawn ran his hand under Brad's shirt and began to play with his nipples. Brad's cock started to harden in his suit pants as he was played with by his hot student. DeShawn yanked Brad's shirt open and leaned in to suck on his hardening nipples. Brad began to forget the circumstances and go with the flow as he was aroused against his will by the sexy black stud.
Brad made feeble grunts into the tight gag as he was XXXX. DeShawn continued feeling up the handsome tutor.
There was a sound...the office door was opened.
DeShawn looked up to see a man holding a concealed item entering.
"What the fu....??"
"Shut up, asshole, and put up your hands," the madman growled. He saw Brad bound and gagged and smiled. "Looks like you two have saved me some time." He gestured with the concealed at DeShawn. "On your knees, homeboy!" he ordered.
(To be continued...)
Brad played by Stan
DeShawn played by Sammy
Date of Production: 03/03/2006
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Patrick's Day
24 photos; 3:36 video
Model: Patrick
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/13/2008
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Trussed Up
32 photos
Model: Andre
Photography by Caitiff
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MY BALL AND CHAIN" by SoftTouch
18 photos
"Mmmmpphhwwaa (You can't do this to me! I have a lawyer!)
Two years I've been living with that man Jeff, and he's never around when I need him.
"Marvin honey, I'm home. Marvin?"
"Marvin what're you doing all tied up on the couch?"
"She's been keeping me and Betsy here company. Don't get any silly ideas, four-eyes!" Siad trhe burgler pointing his concealed item.
"Mmmpphhwwpphhaammm? MMMMM-mmmmuummmm!" (My Jeff, get an idea? That would be new. Where have you been? This maniac has had me tied up for an hour!)"
"Mmm-mmm mmffll ..." (I'm sorry Marvin. I just stopped off to shoot a couple of racks of pool with the guys, and-)
"You two XXXX it off! All of that mumbling's driving me nuts!"
"Mmm? Mmm mm!" (Driving you nuts? You try living with HIM for two years!)"
"Mmmmpphhuuummmmmmfffphffaa mmmmm! "(Oh yea? It's okay for you when you've got me out running all over town. Get the groceries, pick up the dry cleaning, don't forget the tickets, and get the car washed. It wouldn't hurt you to do a little running around. You might even lose a couple of pounds.)
"MMMPF!" (You promised you wouldn't talk about my weight challenge any more.)"
"Mppff? Mmmm mmm mmf!" (Weight challenge? Dude! You're just plain fat!)"
"I told you two to XXXX it off! Look, all I need is a place to stay for a couple of hours until the heat dies down. Do you think you can stop your bitching for that long?" How the hell can you two understand each other when you're both gagged, anyway?!"
"Mmm mmm mmm mm phffmm." (Mister, you don't know my Marvin. All he does any more is bitch.)
"That does it! You, over here. And you, way over there! Now shut up!"
"Mmm-mmm mmffaa mmm. Mmmppffmm? "(You ...you called me fat. How could you say something like that after all that we meant to each other?)"
"That does it! I told you two no mumbling, and that means no crying either! No, wait, I have a better idea."
"There! Now go ahead and mumble all you want!"
"Mmm-mm." (I'm sorry, Marvin.)"
"Mmmpphhmm. mmmmm "(You're always telling me that you're sorry, Jeff. And then you go and say something that's just as hateful.)
"Mmmff! "(I don't hate you Marvin. I love you, but sometimes you get under my skin.)
"Mmm."(I don't mean to, Jeff. )
"Mmmf (I know.)
"Mmmffll mmmm?" (Say, what happened to that maniac?)"
"MMM-ummmmf" (I think he left. Probably couldn't stand your bitching any more.)
"Mmmf!? Mmmffmmm mmm! (Oh yea? Well you can leave, too. See if I care!)
"Mmffl. Mmm-mmmf mmumm. (I can't right now. I'm tied up to a fat man.)
"MMM! MMMMM-mmmm-mmmfff-mmmffmma mmm!" (That does it, Jeff! I am so going to kick your ass! As soon as I get untied.)
THE END
Marvin played by Justin
Jeff played by Jason
Photography by Caitiff
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All Washed Up
26 photos; 8:06 video
Model: Mac
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/21/2016 -
BLITZ PLAY by SoftTouch
36 photos
So far, so good. All of the South Bay Constrictors were out on the playing field, their locker room was deathly quiet, and all I needed to do was a little soft shoe into their Coach’s office and their secret playbook would be mine.
“Hey, I know you,” a voice stopped me in my tracks.
My heart sunk right down into my jock as I turned to see Crashway Jones, one of the Constrictor’s defensive tackles.
“You're Wrassle de Grippe from the Pronghorns!” Crashway pointed a big finger at me.
“Oh hi,” I tried to play innocent. “I was looking for your bathroom.”
The defensive tackle wasn't buying it. “You're a spy!” All of a sudden he hit me with “de fence and de tackle” and a bunch of bright lights started popping in front of my eyes. Then all of the lights went out and it got really dark.
When I opened my eyes again there was a whole mess of Constrictors standing over me like a nest of writhing snakes.
“Hey fellas, you've got me all wrong.” I tried to put my hands up to show them that I was harmless and that was when I discovered that my hands were now tied behind my back. “Hey, what gives?”
“Caught you red-handed, didn't we Grippe?” their Team Captain sneered at me.
“Look guys, this isn't funny,” I had to talk fast.
“Shut up Grippe! No, don’t shut up. Open your mouth real wide. We want to check your tonsils.”
“My tons—Mmmph!”
Big meaty fingers started pulling my lips open and then thick thumbs started shoving this enormous ball of cloth into my mouth, XXXX me to spread my lips wider and wider until I could feel that cloth pushing back against my tonsils.
“Gimme that rag,” I heard Crashway growl.
Then one or two of them held my head while Crashway’s big clumsy fingers spread another piece of cloth over my cloth-stretched lips and then wrapped and tied that cloth all around my neck so that it was XXXX the first big lump of cloth deeper into my mouth.
“That’s good,” Crashway the cheerleader told the others. “Now grab his legs.”
All at once I was being pulled down onto the floor while big hands pawed at my body, pulled my legs together, and I think a couple of them were kneeling on me while other hands wrapped my ankles up tight with a lot of rope.
Then Crashway grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head up to look into his angry eyes. “You know we're going to have to teach you a lesson, don’t you Grippe?”
I moaned into the ball of cloth that was wedged into my mouth and tried to move my lips against the cloth that was tightly tied over my mouth, but I couldn't even beg them to let me go. I could only make whimpering sounds like a little puppy that’s done something wrong.
But Crashway had no sympathy for me. “More rope,” he ordered.
Then some of their strong hands grabbed my chest and some other hands grabbed my tied feet, and then they started to bend me right in half until I gave a muffled scream into the choking gag because I thought they were going to break my back.
They let go of me then, but my body couldn't move. They had tied me tight in such a way that every movement of my feet was pulling on my tied hands and trying to yank my arms right out of my shoulders.
“Don’t go nowhere,” Crashway advised me. “Team huddle,” he told the others.
Then all of the Constrictors moved their writhing nest to the other side of the room and turned their backs on me so that I couldn't see their faces. But I could hear their words as they argued back and forth.
“Let’s take him out and hang him by his ankles from the goal posts. It'll be dark soon so no one will see him out there until morning,” one person suggested.
I didn't like the sound of that so I began rolling around on the floor and tried to pull my hands free from the tight ropes.
“No,” another one offered. “I can rig the whirlpool so that it is so hot you can broil lobster. Let’s put him in the whirlpool.”
They were all crazy. I didn't want to be a lobster! The ropes wouldn't come loose, but maybe if I could get all of this cloth out of my mouth, I could call for help.
“No, no,” another one insisted. “Let’s tie him up and blindfold and gag him with our dirty jocks. I've got some itching powder we can put on the jocks so he'll scratch himself crazy.”
Sick, really sick! I began rubbing the cloth covering my mouth up against my shoulders and the floor while at the same time I was trying to use my tongue to dislodge the soggy mass of cloth from where it was now wedged to the roof of my mouth.
“That would take too long. I say we just stuff him into one of those big equipment bags with some rocks and stuff and then take him out to Silver Lake. You know that guy who drowned out there last year? They still haven't found his body.”
Bodies, they were talking about bodies as in “dead bodies,” as in my dead body!
All at once I felt the cloth starting to slip down off of my mouth. I grunted and struggled and rubbed it some more against my shoulder. It was starting to give! More and more it slipped down until it was all the way down below my lips.
But then the Constrictors all untangled themselves from each other, turned around, and started walking slowly toward me. And maybe it was just my frightened imagination, but I could swear that I could hear them all hissing and snickering as they came closer and closer.
Desperate now, I managed to hook my tongue behind the soggy mass of cloth inside my mouth and pushed and pushed. Then all at once I felt the slimy cloth slipping down over my lips until it began dribbling down over my chin. I spit it out of my mouth just in time to see all of the Constrictors standing over me with sick smiles on their faces.
“Police…!” I screamed. “Police…! Police…!” I screamed as loud as I could...
THE END
Wrassle de Gripp played by Chris
Photography by Caitiff
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In His Undies
23 photos
Model: Clark
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:05/23/2006
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Stuck in Speedos
28 photos; 6:13 video
Model:Patrick (aka Tynan Fox)
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/10/2009
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MARKET MEAT by SoftTouch
30 photos
“Where did you find him?” the man in the suit asked.
Rodney was still feeling light-headed and it was hard for him to focus his eyes or even lift his head up from the floor. His body was so numb that he could barely feel the ropes that were tightly wound around his wrists and chest, but he was almost choking on the wad of cloth that was spreading his mouth apart behind his taped-over lips.
“In the park rest room out on West Highway,” a younger guy who was dressed like a Gypsy sneered down at him.
“Yea,” the other young guy with a Mohawk haircut laughed. “He put on a pretty good show for us before we took him down.”
Rodney blushed and closed his eyes as the memory came rushing back to him. He had only gone into the rest room to relieve himself before he drove back to school. He didn't like such places so he had tried to mind his own business, but his sympathetic eyes were drawn to the Mohawk guy as he pushed the Gypsy boy in a wheelchair into the room behind him.
Rodney had finished his business as quickly as possible and then zipped himself up, but then he realized that the Mohawk was standing on one side of him and then he was surprised to see the Gypsy boy standing on the other side of him.
“Very nice, big boy. We've been waiting for you.”
“What? What're you talking about?” Rodney was still confused by seeing the Gypsy boy up out of the wheelchair and walking.
Suddenly the Mohawk grabbed Rodney’s arms and held them behind his back.
Rodney wasn't afraid. He was bigger than either of the two boys and he knew he could take both of them in a fair fight. But then the Gypsy boy shoved a big loose bandanna against Rodney’s face. The bandanna was all damp and smelled horribly sweet. Rodney gagged on the sweetness and he tried to twist his face away from the damp cloth.
But then the Gypsy boy’s other hand grabbed Rodney between his legs and began palming and rubbing the bulge in Rodney’s shorts.
Rodney gasped and cried out in shock. Then a whole head full of those sweet fumes rushed into his nose and dazed his brain. And then something very strange happened to Rodney. Even while the rest of his body was starting to get very weak, his hard woody kept getting harder and harder against the Gypsy boy’s rubbing hand.
The next thing Rodney knew he was sitting in the wheelchair with a blanket pulled up over him and a scarf wound around his head so no one could see his face.
“No, no I don't want to,” the dazed Rodney tried to protest.
But then the damp bandanna was being pressed over his nose again and that strange sweet smell was making his eyes so XXXX.
“That’s right, big boy, breathe it all in.”
That was the last thing Rodney remembered before he woke up in this strange house. Now Rodney looked up at the three smiling faces that were looking down at him and he tried to beg into the mouthful of cloth for them to please let him go.
“Does he do any tricks?” the man in the suit wanted to know.
Rodney shook his head from side to side while his eyes watched the Mohawk slide his leather belt out of his jeans and double it in his hands. Then he saw the smiling Gypsy boy pointing a camera at him.
“Come on boy! Sit up, sit up!”
Rodney saw the threatening way that the Mohawk was holding his belt and so he hoped that maybe he could please these guys and then they would let him go. So Rodney swallowed his pride and then worked his tied body up onto his knees while the laughing Gypsy clicked away at him with his camera.
“Good boy!” Mohawk half laughed. “Now lie down. Lie down!”
A little moan rose up out of Rodney’s throat as he strained to move his tied body down onto the hard floor.
“Nice puppy, nice,” Mohawk said in a nice way.
“Better tie those feet,” the Suit suggested. “We don't want him to get hurt by accident.”
“Good idea!” the Gypsy laughed and then sat down on Rodney’s chest to pin him down on the floor while the Mohawk hurried to tie Rodney’s ankles tightly together.
The effects of the rag were beginning to wear off and now all of the ropes were starting to hurt as they bit into Rodney’s skin. At the same time Rodney’s brain was racing and trying to think of some way out of this mess, but he didn't have any good ideas yet.
“Roll over Big Boy. Roll over for Daddy,” Mohawk ordered.
Rodney sighed into the soggy mess that was filling up his mouth and fought against the tears of frustration that he could feel building up in the corners of his eyes as he rolled over again and again for the sXXXXping camera.
“That’s enough pictures!” the Suit decided. “Now tie him up good.”
Mohawk and Gypsy pounced on Rodney’s helpless body, bent his legs up behind his back, and then started wrapping more of their cruel ropes around him.
Then the two laughing boys left Rodney lying on his sore crotch and followed the Suit into the other room.
Rodney didn't know where they were going or how long they would be gone, but now might be his only chance to get away. So Rodney used all of his powerful muscles as he struggled against the tight ropes. And he rolled all around on the floor, trying to find some way to escape.
But Rodney had no chance. Those two laughing boys really knew how to tie knots. And all Rodney got for his trouble was a lot of sweat, a lot of pain and a lot of tears.
And then the Suit, the Mohawk and the Gypsy all came back into the room. And all three of them were smiling down at Rodney.
“I have good news for you young man,” the Suit said. “I've found a very good buyer for you. How do you feel about farm work?”
Farm work! Rodney XXXXd on the drool running down his throat. What kind of farm work?
THE END
Rodney played by Chris
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/06/05
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Happy Birthday by Caitiff
20 photos
Ted trudged through the door, dead tired. It had been a shitty day. Nagging people at work, no money for lunch and now his boyfriend, ken, seemed to have forgotten his birthday. It wasn’t everyday that a guy turned 25.
Ted stripped off his clothes and turned on the shower. A good long hot shower would make him feel better. And then he would have a few words with his forgetful boyfriend and about overlooking important events!
Exhausted and lost in self pity, Ted didn’t notice the shadow lurking as he got out of the shower. So he was caught by surprise when his boyfriend Ken, tackled him to the ground. The air XXXX of him, Ken couldn’t put up any struggle as he hands were bound tightly behind him. More rope went around his chest, knees and ankles. Before he had a chance to figure out what was going on, Ken was immobilized. Bound on the floor, all he could do was wiggle like a worm.
“What the fuck are you doing!? You had better untie me now, mother fuck...RRRMMMMPPH!”, Ken’s demands were cut off as a knotted bandana was shoved into his mouth and tied tightly behind his head.
“Did you think I forgot your birthday?” Ken asked as he hoisted Ted up with a lot more strength then his thin frame suggested he had. In minutes, Ken’s naked and bound form was laid on top of their bed. Silenced by the gag, ted could only look up helplessly at his psycho boyfriend.
“There, now you are more comfortable.”
“Mmmmppffaammm?”
“Oh, it’s hard to understand you with a gag in your mouth.”
“MmmmMMMMMM!!!”
“Well, if you’re asking what’s going on, it’s simple. it’s your birthday. You’re in your birthday suit. And I decided on a gift that both of us will enjoy. Ok, I’ll enjoy it more probably.”
Ted wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that. Desperately he rolled back and forth on the bed, fighting the ropes. He grunted through his gag and tired to get free, btu to no avail. curses and threats came muffled through the spit sodden rag in Ted’s mouth. considering how tired he had been when he had come home, Ted was showing a greta deal of energy. Not that it did any good. The knots didn’t budge and even the gag was tied too tightly to be pushed out of his mouth.
Ken, meanwhile was enjoying himself immensely. His jeans grew tight as he watched his boyfriend’s nude body struggle and fight the ropes. For so long he had wanted to get Ted bound and gagged and totally at his mercy. and with Ted’s birthday, he had finally gotten his chance. Sure Ted was angry now. Sure Ken had been a bit rough on the poor guy getting him tied up. But watching his lover grunt and write was worth it. And before Ted got untied, Ken would make it up to him. His evil little mind was already thinking up just how he would make it up to Ted.
But first, it was Ken’s turn to have some fun. Ted was very ticklish. Expertly Ken’s fingers found the sensitive spots on his captive and went to work.
“Mmmppaaa! Mmmpppfffffaaaamamamamamamamaaaa!”, Ted’s pathetic cries for mercy and XXXX laughter came through the gag in a very satisfying way.
“What’s that, Ted?” Ken teased as he straddled his bound captive, their groins grinding together, “I can’t quite understand you with that gag in your mouth.”
“Mmmmmmm!”, Ted grunted furiously, even though the bulge pressing against his crotch told ken that Ted wasn’t quite as unhappy as he let on.
“You really should annunciate! didn’t your mother tell you that? Oh, I know. You want your nipples twisted, right?”
“MMmmnnoooo! MmmnnooooMMMMPPFFFMMMM!!!”, Ted’s body bucked like a bull as his nipples were played with and twisted. It was all Ken could do to stay on top of his bucking boyfriend. And the movement only increased the friction between both men’s crotches.
“All right, big boy. I guess it’s time we got to the real part of the show. Where since it’s your birthday, your present will be to serve as my fuck doll until I am tired. And if you do a halfway decent job, I may even untie you! ”
That mother fucker, Ted thought, silenced as he was by the gag. He was horny as hell but he didn’t want to be anybody’s sex slave. If anything, Ken should have been the one tied up and gagged!
Ted leaned in close to his captive lover. “I ‘m going to take a shower and then we can play for real. don’t go anywhere!” With a smart ass grin, Ken slid off Ted and headed towards the shower.
What Ken didn’t know was that he wasn’t as good with knots as he thought. After al that struggling, Ted had managed to get some slack into the ropes binding his hands. Now if only Ken took a really long shower, Ted would have his chance to really make his birthday special.
To Be Continued
Ted played by Todd
Ken played by Josh
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Productioon: 11/06/2004 -
Straight Boi in Trouble
23 photos; 4:27 video
Model: Dante
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:07/28/2012
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Suspended By Nick 007
22 photos; 4:48 video
Model: Brad
Photography: CaitiffDate opf Production:03/22/2013
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Twink Held Hostage by Caitiff
29 photos; 6:11 video
How did Jean end up this way? Black tape covered his hands, binding them tightly together behind Jean’s back. More tape was wrapped tightly around Jean’s chest, his legs , and his feet.
Over all this was the worst school trip ever.
It had started off well enough, his college sending him a few others to the United States for a semester to learn the culture. Jean had assimilated pretty well. So well that he decided to walk around the city alone. And that’s when he happened on the bank robbery. Running from the cops and needing a shield, the men had grabbed Jean.
And that was how poor Jean ended up bound in some strange apartment, surrounded by very dangerous men holding concealed items.
“How long are you going to keep me here?” Jean dared to ask and got a strip of tape slapped over his mouth for the effort.
“Mmmmppphh!”, Jean grunted into his gag as more tape was wound around his head.
The men pushed their guest to the floor while the discussed what would happen to him, One suggested dealing with him. Another said they should leave him behind. Being gagged, Jean didn’t get a vote.
Finally they decided to leave their charge on his own, safe but still bound and gagged. Jean breathed a sigh of relief through his gag.
Just then the sounds of sirens erupted from outside.
“This is the police! Come out with your hands up!”
Damn, thought Jean as his masked men made to dig themselves in with their guest.
Jean played Patrick
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:01/26/2012
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Veg
22 photos
Model: Jun
Photography by : Slade
Date of Production: Feb 2011
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Bounda Gaga Kappa by JMZ
22 photos; 2:39 video
I watched him sitting there and admired my handy work. The ropes were knotted perfectly. The rope entangled his body tightly and he was helpless in their grasp. His hands were bound tightly behind his back, with more rope securely hugging his chest. The ankle work was a little more difficult to pull off, he kicked hard at me, but I managed to him under control with a quick smack to the back of his head. The bandana and duct tape muffled his angry cussing, he was completely helpless.
He deserved every thing I was doing to him, for better part of my college career Steve and his friends had harassed constantly. They threatened me and berated me in front of everyone. I always endured with the hopes of getting pledged into their fraternity. I realized that this was never going to happen; they used me to run their errands and do their dirty work with no plans to ever pledge me in. I was hell bent of making them all pay. I stalked the fraternity house for days, making sure to get Steve’s routine, making sure to note the times he was alone.
It was Tuesday afternoon and true to form Steve skipped his economics class why would he go anyways he always had me take notes for him anyways. The house was empty and I watched his shadow move from room to room. I made my move. I walked to the back door and snuck in quietly. I slowly made my way to the living room and waited behind the door.
Steve rounded the corner and saw me, for a moment he seemed surprised but then broke into a sly smile. I pounced on him, taking him by surprise. He struggled and cussed as I subdue him. I could see fear take him over as he realized I was stronger than expected. I stood stunned for a moment realizing there was no turning back. I chuckled as I watched he fear and knew he was going to pay big time.
I grabbed his bare feet and pulled his body into the front room. I tied his hands and chest tightly making sure he had no chance of escape. He came too as I knotted the last knot on his wrists. I quickly covered his big mouth with a bandana and duct tape just as he began to speak. He sat there on the bench perplexed bound and gagged. He looked at me trying to read me, then like a bull out of the pin began to thrash and grunt. He struggled hard as I watched in glee. He screamed inaudible words at me. He scrunched his feet uselessly trying to loosen the binds on his ankles. Sweat began to trickle down his forehead.
I watched cautiously making sure he would not get loose. This was going to be a long day for him. I listened as footsteps made their way down the stairs I stood behind the wall ready. Part two of my plan was walking down the stairs. Steve screamed and thrashed hard trying to warn his mate of my intentions, if only they knew what my true intentions were.
To be Continued
Steve played by Tom
The Room mate played by Douglas
The Bad Guy played by Rodrigo
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/12/2008
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LAB RAT DREAMS by SoftTouch
25 photos; 3:09 video
It was definitely the cherry flavor, but just to be fair David took another big sip from the vanilla and the lime drink glasses before he tasted the cherry again. Then he laughed. This was going to be the easiest hundred bucks he had made since he came to college. And the best thing was that he was the only one who knew about it. David had found this taste-testers site on his computer and, for once in his life he had managed to keep it a secret from everybody and didn't tell anyone that he was coming here today.
Yes, the cherry flavor was definitely the best and David had just decided to tell the Doctor so when all of the sudden his head started spinning and he felt like someone had let all of the air out of his balloon. Then David just had time to see the table rushing up to meet his face when all at once everything went black.
David woke up or maybe he was still dreaming because he couldn't open his eyes and everything was still dark. Then he started to get little flashes of things that added up to total weirdness. He was pretty sure that his school clothes were gone because now he could feel thin cotton things hanging loose on his body. And then he noticed that he was lying on a very hard floor. David tried to push himself up, but that was when he felt the coils of rope that were hugging his wrists together behind him. He was tied up! Who had tied him up? Panic XXXX David up to his feet and then he looked around blindly.
“This way lab rat,” a harsh voice barked at David and a strong hand grabbed him by the front of his thin shirt.
David tried to tell the voice that he wasn't a lab rat. His name was David and he didn't like being treated this way. But that was when he discovered that there was a thick rubber sponge jammed between his teeth and some kind of sticky tape plastered over his lips so all of his words came out as a frightened moan.
The owner of the harsh voice didn't answer David’s moan. He just used his strong hands to push David deeper and deeper into the room until David felt his buns bumping into something hard. That was when David discovered something else that was very strange. His whole body was feeling warm like he had a fever and wherever those strong hands touched him, David liked it. This had never happened before.
“Let’s see what we got here,” the harsh voice growled very close to David. Then those strong hands started touching and stroking David in all kinds of places, and each time he was touched David could hear himself gasping or moaning softly and his body began moving up against those strong hands.
The hands pulled the thin front of David’s shirt up over his head and pushed it down over his back. And then those hands isolated each of David’s pecks one at a time and rubbed them until each of his nipples were hard and hurting him in a strange way. And then those hands moved down between David’s legs and touched him where very few people had ever touched him before. David shook his head from side to side and started to protest. But then those hands really touched him in his special place and poor David heard himself moaning and gasping at the same time while his hissed “Yes…!”
Too soon the strong hands stopped touching him there and then the harsh voice began to speak again. “Not bad. The hair will have to come off—all of it. But that’s all right. A sweet thing like you will look better in jewelry anyway. Now hold still.”
The fingers of one strong hand wrapped themselves around David’s tool and then he felt cold steel touching his tender skin. David squealed and started running in place and begging the man not to cut him until the man slapped him hard across the head.
“I said hold still! Ain't you never been measured before? Now sit down!”
A big hand pushed David down until his buns slammed into the hard seat of a wood chair. And then David was too shocked to even think about resisting while he felt a whole web of ropes circling and tightening and biting into his skin all over. What kind of a place was this? Who were these people? What were they going to do to David? Cold panic made David feel all queasy inside and without meaning to, David heard himself begging and moaning around the juicy sponge in his mouth for the strange man to please let him go.
Suddenly there was a ripping tearing sound and the sticky tape that was covering David’s eyes disappeared to let bright lights XXXX David’s eyes closed again. David blinked his eyes several times until he could see normally again. And then he looked up at the strange man and he was shocked at what he saw.
The man was dressed in a surgeon’s scrub suit with little booties on his feet, a funny bonnet on his head, and a cloth mask tied over his nose and mouth. Was he a real doctor, David wondered?
But then those strong hands returned to David’s body and David felt so guilty for enjoying the way that they were touching him and the way he was straining his body to get even more of that warm feeling against him.
“Yes,” the doctor murmured behind his mask. “A little nip here, a little tuck there. I don't think we'll need to use any silicon yet. Are you allergic to any anesthetics, lab rat?”
Anesthetics! Poor David almost choked on the soggy sponge and then shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know.
“Well, that’s all right. We’ll find out. Now you just sit quietly while we get the surgery ready for you.”
David watched the doctor walk away and disappear through the door to another room. David was completely shocked. Surgery, for him? Oh no, they couldn't do that! David wiggled around and pulled at the tight ropes, but there didn't seem to be any way for him to get loose. And then David saw the other door. Maybe if he could—?
It took all of David’s strength, and it seemed to take hours, but he finally managed to inch his chair over close to the door. If he could just get through there…?
There was a curtain over the windows on the door and sweat was running down David’s face before he finally managed to move the curtain aside with his nose. But then he saw—
There was another man waiting on the other side of the door. And the man was all dressed in surgical scrubs, with little booties on his feet and a cute bonnet on his head, and a cloth mask tied over his nose and mouth. Then the man saw David peeking out at him and he laughed and he laughed because he knew that for David the Lab Rat, there would be no escape.
THE END
David played by Stan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/06/2007
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Sweaty
24 photos
Model: Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/06/2008
