This Damn Gag! by Kirk

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           “How can I explain to this asshole that I am not the dude he is looking for?” Every time Jeremy tied to mpff those words all he head was a sharp “Shut the fuck up!” and a kick to his groin. His wrists and arms hurt from the ropes that bound him. Jeremy was pissed. How could he explain to this asshole he was not the dude he was looking for? “This fuckin gag,” he thought.

As he lay on the floor bound and gagged, he began to figure maybe there was more to this than meet the eye. He did not really know his homeboy Tyrrell that well. Tyrrell had told him to make a stop at the motel room he was staying at and pick up a package. When Jeremy got there several events happened so fast that only now he began to sort thing out in his head. He had been jumped and gut punched and gagged all at the same down. Taken by surprise he tried to struggle but there were three against one… he was the one. Down on the flood, arms pulled tight behind his back, moaning in his gag from the pain, dude sitting on his legs, hands being roped, wrists pulled back, more rope, feet being tied, elbows roped……..

Damm. It was fast and they were good.

Now it’s not like Jeremy was never tied up before. Truth is he loved being tied up and would play all the time with his brother. But that was a game, these guys were real.

“If you don’t give us the fuckin package or the $250K it is wroth we’ll cut the shit out of you!” Again Jeremy tied to mpff an explanation… “I am not the fuckin asshole you want. I just came for him.” There gave him no chance to speak. A kick in the balls, doubled over in pain, tied up, helpless and pissed. Jeremy knew he was not in a good place and had no idea what to do.

Meanwhile, Tyrrell had met Jeremy’s brother, Martin. Tyrrell had been XXXX and begin spilling his gut to Martin. “Yeah, homeboy went to my motel to get a package of crack. But it was not there for I sold it and I have the cash.” “You mother fucker, Martin spit and grabbed Tyrrell by his neck. Jeremy has been missing for 24 hours and if something happened to him, I will fry your ass!” Pulling out some rope that Martin always had on him, he spun Tyrrell around and quickly bound his hands. He marched him to the trunk of his car, shoved the XXXX kid in, and tied his feet. He drove Martin to the motel’s room back door.

Martin peered in the window and saw he brother bound and gagged on the floor. His gag was soaked with spit and his shirt stained with sweat. One guy held him by the chest, another had pulled sown his pants. “I will squeeze your balls off if you don’t tell me where the package or the money is!” Jeremy began to buck and he came toward him and moved to Jeremy’s manhood. Martin began to shout: NO, he’s the wrong guy. I got the right guy here!” One of them dragged Martin in. “No man, the fucker you want, he’s tied up in my trunk!” Soon, Jeremy was joined on the floor with his brother Martin tied and gagged as be was. They dragged in the bound Tyrrell and traced his chest with his finger. Tyrrell whimpered and cried and spilt his guts. They gagged him and dumped him back into Martin’s car.

Taking the two brothers they put them on their knees. Jeremy figured this was it as his eyes caught his brother’s eyes and sweat soaked face. But the two brothers were shoved together, chest to chest. Ropes were tied around their torsos binding them together. Roughly shoved on their side, they connected their legs with ropes. Grabbing a double pillow case, they shoved both their gagged heads into it and tied it off around their necks. With some sharp kicks to both their asses, they left. The bothers’ faces were on tope of each others, and they could not see each other’s eyes, but felt each other’s sweat and fear. The figured they would be killed, but time began to tick by. After about 15 minutes they started to breath and moan and buck.

It took them several hours to untie themselves. Martin got out first and finished taking the ropes off his brother. Jeremy had deep rope burn on his elbows and wrists from his struggles. They got out of the motel room, and walked to a local bar and drank the night away. Their sister came hours latter and picked them up.

The brother’s never told their story to anyone. Nobody ever heard from nor scene Martin again. But the brother’s kept playing their game, just for practice. You never know when you will be mistaken for the bad guy and find yourself all tied up and gagged!

The End

Jeremy played by Angel

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/06/2006

Against the Wall

25 photos; 3:29 video

Model: Antonio

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/17/2006

Study in White

28 photos

Model: Drew

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/15/2003

The Cheater Caitiff

29 photos; 6:10 video

“Mmmmmmm!”, Steve moaned through his gag as he lay on the couch. Tightly hog tied for upsetting his poker players, Steve could only watch as the game continued without him. Both Ted and Dave ignored their bound and gagged captive as they concentrated on their game.

Ted tried hard not to break a grin. He had earlier stacked the deck. Now he just had to get everything into position.

“Ok, show ‘em or fold ‘em.”, Dave said as he lay his cards down, four kings. However Dave’’s expression turned sour as he saw that Ted has not four jacks but five jacks. Somehow that didn't seem right.

“Oh you asshole!”, Dave said as he wrestled Ted to the ground and grabbed the remaining rope they had gotten out to bind Steve.

“Mmmpph!” Ted groaned in protest as he was roughly manhandled. Soon his hands were tied behind his back. Dave had had a lot of practice binding guys against their will. Ted was soon helpless, moaning on the floor through tape plastered over his mouth.

Steve meanwhile was laughing behind his gag. Only a few minutes earlier Ted had been taunting him and helping Dave tie his ass up. Now he was as much a captive as Steve was. It wasn’t the best revenge Steve could have thought of but it was still pretty good.

Dave had not yet tied Ted’s feet, a mistake he used to fling a shoe at Dave to show his disgust. Angrily, Dave fell again upon Ted but instead of tying his captive’s ankles, Dave instead pulled down Ted’s pants. Ted’s bare bottom was exposed for all to see.

Dave was far from done humiliating Ted. With a firm hand, Dave slapped Ted’s naked ass over and over and over again. Each hit left a bright red mark on Ted’s buttocks that lingered long after the fact.

Only after Dave was satisfied that ted had been thoroughly humiliated and put in his place did he stop. Turning Ted over, Dave was pleasantly surprised to see that Ted now sported a stiff member. Dave gently stroked it, causing Ted to become even more embarrassed even his dick grew larger still.

“Well the things you learn.”, Dave said as he tied Ted’s feet an then hoisted Ted onto the love seat. “We’ll have ot work on that later. For now you can lie here and keep Steve company.

Ted was put into a hog tie similar to Steve and left to wiggle and grown as both men fought their bondage in vain.

Dave decided that his fun was only beginning. As far as he figured, he had wont he poker game and now both Ted and Steve were going to pay with themselves.

Dave had always wanted pets. Now he had two. He just had ot house break them. But that’s another story.

The End

Steve played by Craig

Ted played by Cliff

Dave played by Sammy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/14/2010

Neighbourly by Caitiff

25 photos

Jason stared up at the robbers who had broken into his home. Bound hand and foot by tight ropes, he could do nothing as the men took everything of value he owned. Still, he struggled, hoping to find some slack with which he could free himself.

“So what about him?”, one of the men asked his partner.

“We need ot shut him up. Use this tape to gag his mouth.”

“Hey, don’t ..Mmm!”, Jason protested as strips of tape sealed his mouth shut. The men left as quickly as they came, leaving bedlam in their wake.

His only chance of getting any of his stuff back was ot get free as quickly as he could. Writhing around, Jason was able to get to his knees and then up to his feet. Carefully he balanced on his bound legs.

Cautiously Jason peered around the corner to make sure the men had gone. It sure looked like it. But they might have still been out front. And in any case, jason doubted he could have made it down the stairs while his feet were bound up.

But he could get across the hall into the other apartment. Tim Jenkins lived there and he and Jason had never gotten along. Jason had even sucker punched tim once. But surely he had gotten over that. And this was an emergency.

With his hands bound behind him, jason had some trouble opening the door. At least he hadn’t chained it. He could never have undone the chain with his hands tied. he opened the door and bunny hopped across the hall to Tim’s back door. Franticly he banged on it. There was no answer but the door was unlocked so it swung wide open. Seizing his chance. Jason hopped into the other apartment.

There were dishes in the sink and Jason was certain he could find a knife or something to free himself with. Jason peered over his shoulder as he searched as best he could with his hands tied behind him.

“What the hell?”, Tim said as he stared at his bound and gagged neighbour rummaging through his dirty dishes.

“Mmmmm! Mmmmmm!”, Jason moaned. The tape gag stopped any kind of real communication.

But Tim didn’t ungag or untie Jason. In fact, an evil grin spread across his face.

“I don't’ know how this happened but there’s no way you’re going to get away without paying for al the shit you did to me.”

“Mmmmm!”, Jason protested. This was hardly the time to hold a grudge, Jason thought. But Tim was holding a grudge. He XXXX Jason into the living room and tot he floor. There Jason could only writhe and moan as Tim stood over him.

“I think you have too much freedom of movement.”, Tim said and he took some clothesline and used it to put jason into a tight hog tie.

Jason bucked and struggled against the ropes but he had even less chance of getting loose then he did before. Tim sat back on his couch and watched jason as he struggled and grunted through his gag.

Jason was so busy struggling, he almost didn't’ notice the strange look Tim was giving him. Was there a bulge in his pants?!

Time picked up some tape and tore off a strip.

“I think you need to give me some privacy.”, Tim said as he plastered the tape over Jason’s eyes.

Now blindfolded, gagged and hogtied into helplessness, jason moaned pitifully. Tim hadn't’ realised how much this was turning him on. He had paid those two guys to rob Jason as pay back. But this was working out a lot better. Jason would be paying Tim back for a long time.

The end

Jason played by André

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 06/05/2006

Get the Camera Ready by Kurt

25 photos; 2:37 video

Roger had made himself at home.  He had just been initiated into the fraternity.  Hard hell week.  Worst last night in his life:  stripped naked, tightly roped to a chair, tape gagged, the amusement of the frat brothers – basically tortured.  He tried to endure it but he had almost gone mad.  Roger was terrified of being confined, and roped and gagged was his worst nightmare. He arms still had the ropeburn of his struggles and his throat was still sore from his gagged screams as he endured the torments. 

He was the only person in the frathouse, and he made his way to the president’s office.  The computer was on, turned into some sicko site. Roger gasped in horrid anger and shame:   there were pictures of him, helplessly tied up from the hell night, on the site.  “Those bastards must have taken pics of me and sold them to this sicko gay site,” Roger thought.  His anger increased so much that he did not hear the president and three of the brothers return.  “Not nice to look at somebody’ computer without their permission.”  Roger wanted to complain, when the four of them jumped him.  Pinned down and helpless against the odds, Roger knew he was defeated.  “We’ll beat the shit out of you unless you relax!”  Roger relaxed his muscles and he sat back into the chair.  “You bring a lot of money in the tie up pic community.  So, boy, we’ll split it with you.  Relax for a roping.”
 
Roger could not believe he agreed.  He needed money bad and so relaxed his arms down the sides of the chair as the four brothers began to tie him up. 
 
When they had finished their craft, Roger was helpless.  They seemed to know their craft well, he thought.  They had roped him in the same was as hell week, the new rope adding to the older rope burns.  He flexed his arms but they were fastened tight, down the sides of the chair, roped securely at the wrist, elbows and shoulder.  The ropes holding his chest were not too secure, but the tightness of his arms made up for that – besides, his arms were already numb from the elbow down.  His feet were tight to the back legs of the chair, just enough to cause small cramps in his hamstrings.  He tried to sit still, though within him his heart was racing a mile minute.  After shoving a rag down his throat, they taped gagged him.
“Get the camera ready!”  Roger watched as the brothers got the camera and began to photograph him.  “Struggle dude!”  Roger began to struggle a bit, but it was too fake.  “Struggle!”  Roger tried some more, but with numb arms and cramped hamstrings, his show sucked. 
 
“Make you struggle then dude.”  Roger looked as the frat brother got three tubes of ICY HOT, used for sports injuries.  “ICE HIM UP!”  That’s all it took.  Roger remembered the icy hot torture of hell week and struggled like a mad man.  He gasped and grunted and bucked and squirmed and moved the chair he was roped to all over the room.  The brothers taped his eyes, but his struggles became so violent that the tape blew off.  After 15 minutes, he was burnt out with exhaustion, his chest arms and face glistening with sweat.
 
“You make an excellent model,” the president stated.  “Relax a bit as we charge the batteries. I think we will get you ready for scene two.”
 
“Scene two?”  “Roger helpless accepted his arms retied, more rope tied to his chest, and being depantsed.  His eyes were correctly taped shit.  “Now we want loud gagged screams.”  Roger was exhausted.  He could not act any more.  He started to moan in complaint when he felt hands rubbing all over his body and the smell of ice hot on his face, arms, chest, belly and legs.  In no time Roger was acting: gagged screaming for scene two.

Date Night by Zac

31 photos; 4:25 video

It was prom night and Curtis was prepping himself up for the hottest date he ever had in

school oh was she beautiful and smart too! She knows how to handle her men that's for

sure, and that's what Curtis liked most. She often teased him by a gently stroke down

his shirt feeling him up towards his crotch... ooo Curtis was hard already thinking about

what might happen after the big dance... I may end up dancing in my pants wow!

It's nearly 7 and time to run better check my pretty face I have to be perfect for this girl

as she is perfect. Curtis double checked everything in the mirror and off he went but not

for long before...

"HEY YOU HANDS UP!!" Great I hate this place so full of harmless criminals I so gotta

move outta here! Curtis raised his palms high as the 2 masked men XXXX him on a

crappy table bound him up hand and foot and slapped a pretty bright red bow on his lips

it seems but this one was sticky and jock proof ugh!

"MmmmppphhhHHH!! MMPPHH!" The trussed up prom boy had about all he could

stand man am I SOO PISSED!! Curtis wanted to break these bonds like the incredible

hulk man but they knew their knots and had him all prepped up helpless and vulnerable.

At least they left him alone but what have they planned to do to him?

Just to his surprise his date walked into the room and smiled "Hey baby aww look at

you! Don't you look so hunky and cute for me this night? You went through all that work

for me wow I'm impressed!" Curtis cried "MMMPPPHPHH!!" to be cut loose but she

seemed to be enjoying this strange encounter a little too much...

"Save it Curtis I know what you did last summer! You tried to frame my boyfriend and

got him kicked off the football team during tryouts did you!?" The masked dude revealed

himself to be him for whom we cannot name but Curtis knew he was royally pissed!

Instead Curtis was chosen quarterback and MVP of the year. Stella was hoping to go to

Princeton with her high school sweetie but instead Curtis was awarded the

scholarship... now he must pay her big time hehe... "What shaw we do to him?" Stella

asked in a sinister voice.

"Let's hang and filet him naked then poke him with sticks hahaha! The torture alone will

keep him crying for more and more the harder he gets!" Curtis' eyes opened so wide...

"MMMMPPHHHNPPPOOOOOOO!!"

Curtis was blindfolded strung up by his hands gagged firmly with tape and felt a edge

slicing off beautiful tux bit by bit from neck to toe... his helpless muscled body now

hardened and exposed to the wind with mosquitoes sucking his blood everywhere! They

even tied up his penis, and the bugs were biting into it making it even harder how cruel!

"MMMPPPPPHH! MMMPPHHHH!! HEEMPPHHH!!!" "SHUT UP BRAT! You knew

what's coming now take it like a man!" They continued poking him with sticks watching

Cutis squirm as his chiseled muscled body fell prey to scratches and greedy vampire

mosquitoes! Curtis never felt to humiliated in his life but man this was one HOT DATE!!

Curtis played by Marco

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:03/06/2011

Tighty Whities

27 photos

Model: Mitch

Photographry by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/27/2007

Night Shift Nightmares by Kurt

24 photos

Richie hated working the graveyard shift at 7-11. He may as well have been wearing a sign around his neck saying "Tie Me Up and Gag Me". He'd only been on the job six months and he'd already been held up two times. The first time two guys jumped behind the counter and he'd been blindfolded, hogtied and gagged. He was still out cold when the cops found him, but it had taken a day or two to work the kinks out of his muscles. His boss Mustafa promised to install a new security lock, but before it was done, Richie had been robbed again. This time he'd been on the receiving end of a concealed item, and woke up tied hand and foot with clothesline, with his mouth stuffed with a bandanna and a tight cleave gag. He'd managed to free himself after 3 hours of struggling. After the second robbery, Mustafa begged him to stay on and even gave him a raise. Richie figured his luck had to improve, and he needed the dough. Times were hard, and how else was he gonna pay the cable bill?

Richie tried not to think of his bondage experiences as the clock pointed toward 2 AM. He had his back turned to the door when he heard the familiar jingle of it opening. He turned with a smile, only to see two guys wearing ski masks and holding concealed items.

"Aw, shit, not again!" Richie moaned.

"Shut the fuck up, asshole!" the taller one sXXXXped.

"Please...just tie me up...don't XXXX me out," whimpered the handsome clerk.

"You got it, buddy...move!" said the man, waving his concealed item towards a door that led down to the storage cellar.

Richie raised his hands and led the thugs down the stairs to the basement.

"Listen, guys, I've been through this before...please don't hurt me. Take what you want. They don't pay me enough for this shit!"

Richie's plea for mercy was met with a slap across his face.

"Oww!" he whined. "OK, OK, I know the drill", he said, putting his hands behind his back.

Richie stood patiently while his wrists were tightly tied with white rope. The second robber took out a role of silver duct tape, and Richie knew he'd be gagged for the third time in six months. He sighed in defeat as the thug plastered several strips of the wide tape over his mouth, and another over his eyes. He was pushed down into a rickety wooden chair, where his ankles were roped together. More rope soon surrounded his thighs, pinning him to the chair, and his feet were anchored to the chair legs. Then something strange happened. A hand opened his work smock, and caressed his beefy pecs and hairy chest.

"Mmmpph??" Richie whined, surprised that his cock had beXXXX to swell. His mind reeled; there was something hot about being tied up, gagged and helpless as another man felt up his body. The molestation stopped as the intruders went back upstairs and left him alone. He tested his bonds, but there was no give in the many knots in the ropes. Richie decided the best course was to just relax and wait for Mustafa to find him in the morning. He might even be able to catch a XXXX....

Suddenly, he felt a hand scrabbling at the tape that covered his eyes. He screamed into his gag as the tape was yanked off his eyebrows. Blinking to adjust to the sudden light, he saw one of the ski-masked men towering over him. Something seemed oddly familiar..then the thug pulled off his ski mask.

"MMMMMMFFFFF!"

It was Mustafa!!

Richie's boss smiled at him sympathetically.

"I'm sorry, Richie," he said. "But the first two robberies gave me the idea. I got a nice fat insurance payment each time. Business has been lousy lately, so I need another one!"

Richie growled angrily into the tight gag plastered over his mouth.

"Don't worry, buddy. If you keep your mouth shut...haha, no pun intended...I'll give you a cut. How does three grand tax-free sound to you?"

Richie suddenly felt better. Three grand would tide him over for a good couple of months.

He shook his head in agreement, but then strained in his bonds and grunted into the gag, trying to indicate it was OK to untie and ungag him now.

"Oh, sorry, Rich. You'll have to stay tied up til morning. I'm going to lock up the store, and it has to look like a real crime scene in order for me to get the money. You understand, don't you, buddy?"

Richie groaned and shook his head in agreement. What a way to make a living!!

The End

Richie played by Mike

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/21/2008

Zac Attack!

23 photos

Models: Zac and Rawy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:11/30/2012

Spread

25 photos; 3:19 video

Model : Sammy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/13/2006

I'm a Jackass! by Kirk

24 photos

   Roger had first come upon the email in his junk folder two weeks ago. He usually cleaned out his junk mail automatically, but he was bored and decided to check and see what was in there. There is was: “Escape Artist Training - Ropes and Tape!” Roger had joined some Yahoo groups about male bondage. Naive as he was, he used his real name and information for his ID. That was two weeks ago, and now Roger found himself tightly roped and tape gagged. Except…..

Roger never had been tied up, yet since he was a kid he fantasized about it. He first thought about it when he was 10. He was watching a mystery TV show. Some college kid had been taken by some serial criminal. The kid had been striped to his waist and tied up. Roger used his VCR and played the scene frame by frame: He looked over the kid and made close ups on his computer. He would get hard as a rock….he looked at the way the killer had placed his arms around the back of the chair and roped each bicep to it. He would count the turns of the rope: 6 on each arm. He looked at his crossed wrists, 4 turns of rope, two in each direction, making an “X” and the wrists pulled up and tied to his neck, twice around the neck with the ends of the rope. His legs were tied at the ankle to each forward chair leg, about 4 times, and his knees were put together and roped with 6 turns and knotted. The dude had rivers of sweat pouring down his face and chest as the serial criminal taunted him. He was about to lose it when the good guys broke in and saved the day. He was cut free. Roger would rewind the tape and play it again, over and over. His younger brother seemed to like it too. Yet he never thought of asking him to tie him up.

He had tried self bondage but it did not give the thrill of the real thing. And he enjoyed the pics he found on the Yahoo groups, but it was not the same as he imagined the feel of the rope around his own skin. So when he replied to the email, he was excited. After a few exchanges, he found out that the author taught “escape artists.” What was stranger is that he lived only a mile away. Roger was so naïve…. He never figured this was a set up. So Roger had come to the guy’s house and allowed himself to be tied up.

That was Saturday. It was now Sunday. And Roger was tightly roped and unable to break free… and his captor was looking over Roger, and getting more and more excited.

It was almost like a dream. He had been taken by a serial criminal. “I’m a jackass” he thought as he once again checked the ropes. Almost 24 hours of struggle and no way out. He had done counting wile he was being tied, like on the VCR. “Four times around my wrists, tied in the middle. Eight times around my arms and check, and then under my pits binding my biceps and then up behind my head. About ten times around my ankles and those tied up to the back of my neck….” 

The shanghaier had left for food and again Roger trashed at the ropes, sweat dripping on the floor. There was no way out --- just as the dude in the movie. Roger began to accept his fate. He was a tough guy – played football. “Will I be able to endure it,” he wondered? “Or will I break down and cry like a baby.” The man returned. Roger prepared for the worst. He closed his eyes and flexed each of his muscles, against the ropes… feeling their tightness on his skin. He was as hard as a rock. And then…..

The laughter finally stopped as his shanghaier, his younger brother and two of his best friends finally stopped tickling his feet and belly. Exhausted, Roger gasped for air from the tickle torture. They removed the gag.” What is this all about?” “Happy birthday asshole,” his brother said. “You turned 21 last week. I knew of your tie up fantasies and dreaming about being taken. Well, here you go. Your birthday gift.” Roger was about to speak when the gag was replaced. “Now, let’s see if you break!” Roger braced as 8 hands invaded his body to tickle him.

The End

Roger played by Mike

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/02/2006

Noisy

22 photos; 4:00 video

Model: Donovan

Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/21/2016

Kent's Casting Couch

32 photos; 1:51 video

Model: Kent

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/18/2007

Lesson Learned by JM

27 photos

My mission was clear. I was too confiscate the blue flag from the last opposing team. My friends and I had enjoyed playing war games in the woods. It seems a little childish but we took it very seriously. Once a month we would venture out to the local woods and divide into teams. The goal of the teams was to retrieve all the flags of your opponents the team with all the flags and less captured were too have bragging rights and as many beers bought for them as possible.

Now I know I’m a little cocky, but I had good reason to be. My team had won the last three outings with me as team lead. I was looking for four in a row. Two hours into the game my team had captured 3 of the five remaining flags. We were all accounted for and it was my turn to retrieve the fourth. The blue team was our biggest competition. They were highly competitive. They would stop at no measures to win. Part of the rules we had come up with read that every time a teammate ventured out to get a flag he was to take the flags confiscated with him. This made the game interesting, because if we were captured our flags would be taken and we would lose. As team lead I was to grab the last two flags to assure victory.

I made my way through the woods. The sun had set and I was tired. I was looking forward to a cold one to wet my palate and feeling damn proud of myself. I made sure to be as quiet as possible. We had discovered the blue teams hideout and I devised a plan to circle it from the opposite side where they would not expect me. I strategically made my way through the woods. I made sure not to step on broken branches and keep my noise down to a minimum. The night air became cool, but I still sweated. I was unusually nervous. Something felt off balance. But still I took a few minutes to drain my bladder. That was my mistake. I turned to find 3 blue team members following me. It was over.

I had never been captured before. They were going to make sure I would never forget it. After I was securely bound with rope they began to taunt me. Too add insult to my already bruised ego they used my teams red flag to shut me up. The stuffed the flag between my teeth and tied it behind my head. The rope that secured me burned my skin. My fatigues were no guard against the tight ropes. The more I struggled the more it hurt. I tried to yell but only incoherent moans and saliva left my cleave gagged mouth. I tried with all my strength to break loose, twisting and turning struggling against the knots. It was no use and they were not done with me.

After securing my already bruised wrists to trees, they decided to go a step further. To make me an example they pulled down my pants and underwear and tied a rope to my sensitive manhood. I was not going to struggle for the life of me now. By this time the gag in my mouth was wet with my saliva, my limbs ached, and all but the flag that gagged me were gone. I was never going to hear the end of this.

The End

The Captive Soldier played by Rod

Photography by Caitiff

Come Model for Us by John

28 photos

 Alan had been down on his luck lately and needed some money so that he could pay his rent. He was looking in the newspaper to see what kind of odd jobs he could find that would provide some quick money. Rent was due in a week, and he had already been late a couple of times, and his landlord told him that if he was late with the rent one more time, then he would be evicted.

You see, Alan just got dumped by his boyfriend, got fired from his job, and got into a wreck that totaled his car, all within the last week. He had to come up with money for rent, and FAST!

Alan saw an ad in the paper for a company called “Ties that Bind”. Their ad read: “Quick money for models!” WOW! Alan couldn’t believe what he had seen. This was like a sign! He considered himself a good looking guy, had a nice body and thought that he could be a model. What Alan didn’t realize is what kind of modeling he would actually be doing.

Alan called them up and set-up an appointment to come see them. He still was unaware of what kind of work he would be doing once he got there.

Two days later, the time had come for Alan to finally go make some money for modeling. He showed up at the offices of “Ties that Bind” wearing a suit with no tie, thinking that he was going to be modeling ties for this company. They had other ideas. He sat down with the manager Mark and they talked about his contract. Mark asked him if he had done any modeling before and Alan said “No.” Mark asked Alan how he felt about some nudity. Alan had a puzzled look on his face, but if they wanted to take pictures of him naked with a tie on, he didn’t really care. He needed the money bad, and his ex-boyfriend had always told him that he had a nice cock. So he agreed to the nude photos.

Mark led Alan to the back of the office where the photography studio was and that is where he met Gustav. Gustav was a hunky muscular guy in his 30s who Alan was instantly attracted to. Gustav would be the photographer for Alan’s photo shoot. Mark left Alan with Gustav and they got to work.

“Ok Alan, if you can take off your clothes for me, except leave on that undershirt, I think that will be a nice touch” said Gustav. “Umm, do you want me to keep my dress shirt on too?” asked Alan. “No” laughed Gustav. Gustav then turned to face Alan and Alan noticed that Gustav was holding a long piece of white rope in his hands. “What’s that for?” asked Alan. Gustav just looked at him funny. “Don’t you know what we do here?” said Gustav.

Alan was a bit shocked, but he really didn’t have a clue. “We tie up men and take pictures of them and then post them on the internet for other people to enjoy” said Gustav. This kinda shocked Alan, as he thought he was going to be a clothes model, but he desperately needed the money and thought to himself for a bit and decided that he might as well go through with it. He remember back to when he was in high school and he would record movies off of the television because they had men that were taken and hogtied and he would get off to those movies. He had never been tied up before, but he was willing to let Gustav do what he wanted to him. So….here is Alan’s first time being tied. Hope you enjoy.

The End

Alan played by Logan

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/05/2006

Hugs

24 photos

Models: Lewis and Drew

Photography by Caitiff

Violet Undies

23 photos

Model: Kent

Photographry by Sammy & Caitiff

 Date of Production: 04/23/2007

Red Underwear

22 photos; 5:29 video

Model: Donovan
Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/17/2014

Touch Down on the Tight End by RCT

25 photos; 5:05 video

Brian had no idea what was so important that he had to meet at Terry's house for an important meeting before practice. He knew that Terry had been acting weird since he was kicked off the team for too many missed practices.

That was all that Brian remembered before waking up. He did not feel awake cause it was still dark. He finally realized that not only was he blindfolded but also had his hands tied behind his back with rope. He could feel Terry walking in the room but not making a sound. Before he could say anything his left blue football sock was removed and tied around his mouth. Luckily he was on his wake to practice and not coming from practice.

"Well Mr. Football Star, how does it feel to be late for practice? Instead of defending me you voted to have me thrown off the team. Payback is a bitch now, isn't it?"

Brian tried to talk through his gag but the words were not coming out clearly. "You might as well get comfy because you will be here for a while", Terry said as he helped him sit on the futon. After a few minutes Terry helped him lay on the futon, while rubbing on the side of Brian's leg. This made Brian feel a bit uncomfortable so he tried to pull away. Immediately he felt his feet being held together as they were now being tied tightly with rope. This was not looking good. "Now in case you don't get thrown off the team then you are going to quit the team yourself."

Now things were getting weird. He felt Terry's hands pull his pants down. What in the hell could this punk be up to, he thought. Before he knew it he could feel the hands caressing and squeezing on his buttocks. Some touches were light while others were more aggressive. He could tell that Terry was feeling himself as well.

"Now I want you to smile as I take more pictures. I will keep these to myself but if you do not quit the team then I will release them for everyone to see just how much of a freak you really are.". Brian's blindfold was removed as Terry continued taking pictures of him tied up and gagged. That didn't bother him as much as his pants being pulled down and Terry XXXX his body in between XXXX. A few of his hard cock were also taken after being aroused. It seemed like eternity as pictures of him on his knees, hogtied, and his ass up in the air were taken. It looks like Brian didn't have a choice but to go ahead and quit the team. Maybe he would even ask for a few copies of the photos that were taken.

The End

Model: Mike

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/23/2007

The Photo Shoot

22 photos; 5:40 video

Model by Chad

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/06/2012

COUNTER OFFER by SoftTouch

25 photos

           Matthew left the party and drove his new BMW down out of the hills toward home. Matthew had grown up as a trophy XXXX. As long as he was on his best behavior during the big holidays and on the family vacation so that his parents could show him off to the family and their friends, they didn't much care what Matthew did the rest of the time. Matthew didn't mind very much. Ever since his sixteenth birthday he had been receiving a generous allowance from Grandpa’s estate, and when he turned twenty-one he knew that he was going to inherit most of Grandpa’s fortune. Now Matthew was already twenty and he had only twenty-nine days to go before his birthday was here and then he would be set for life.

All of a sudden the car engine sputtered and then stopped, and then Matthew was surprised when the car coasted to a stop on the side of the road. At first Matthew was only disappointed. This was a brand new car. It wasn't supposed to stop. But then Matthew began to get a little worried when he got out of the car and saw that there wasn't anything except trees and moonlight in all directions. He was all alone.

Matthew lifted the hood of the car and stared at the engine. Matthew didn't know anything about cars except how to buy one so he was really perplexed. There had to be some way to make it go again. And so he never heard the van that pulled to a stop nearby or the two men who got out of the van and walked over beside him.

“Do you know what might be wrong with it,” Matthew asked the two men hopefully without even looking up from the confusing engine.

“Probably needs a little rag,” one of the men said.

Matthew lifted his eyes to see that one of the men was holding a pad of white rag in his hand, and he was still trying to figure out how a rag might help and engine to go again, when he suddenly realized that the handful of cloth was coming toward his face.

“What do you think you're doing?” Matthew asked, but most of his words by muffled by the layers of damp cloth that were suddenly pressing against his face. And then the strong smell of something sweet and sickly rushed into his nose. Too late, Matthew tried to twist away from the XXXX cloth only to find strong hands holding his arms down at his sides. And all at once, Matthew began to feel dizzy and faint.

When Matthew opened his eyes again, he realized that he was sitting in the back of an enclosed van. He had been stripped down to his pants and there were ropes tied all around him. Matthew tried to protest, but there was some kind of tape plastered over his mouth so that he couldn't move his lips when he talked. And then he saw that the driver was wearing a gorilla mask over his head, and then man sitting beside him had the mask of a bird’s face over his head. Was this a nightmare?

“He’s waking up,” the Bird Man chirped.

“Rules of the road, boy,” the Gorilla growled. “You don't give us no trouble; we don't give you no trouble.”

And then the Bird Man pulled a dark cloth bag down over Matthew’s head and kept in him in the dark until –

Suddenly the bag was pulled off of Matthew’s head and he blinked his eyes until he saw that he was now in some kind of spare room in somebody’s house.

“You can wait in here until your parents come across with the money,” the Gorilla growled at him. “But don't go getting no bright ideas.”

“Yea,” the Bird chirped in his face. “We don't like delivering damaged goods, but I do enjoy taking a peck or two out of somebody as delicate as you.”

Matthew cringed and he could feel his body starting to shake. It was obvious that both of these men were crazy.

Then the two men pushed Matthew down onto an old mattress that didn't even have a sheet or a pillow on it, and then they began grabbing his body again while they tied his legs and ankles up with more strong ropes.

“Remember, not one peep,” the Bird Man cackled. “Or I will have to peck you.”

The cackling continued while the Bird Man and the Gorilla went out of the room and closed the door.

Matthew didn't know how long he remained a captive in the small room. Maybe it was only hours, but it seemed like days while he rolled back and forth on the hard mattress and discovered that the biting ropes wouldn't let him get comfortable no matter which way he tried to lay.

Suddenly the door opened and the Bird Man and the Gorilla both appeared again.

“We got some bad news boy,” the Gorilla growled.

“And we got some good news,” the Bird Man chirped.

“The bad news is that your parents ain't going to pay the fifty-thousand we asked for if they wanted you returned to them.” The Gorilla shook his head from side to side.

But the Bird Man sounded almost chipper as he told Matthew “But they will give us fifty-thousand if we keep you and another fifty-thousand if we don't return you until after your birthday. Isn't that sweet?”

Matthew felt really sick in the pit of his stomach as he remembered the provisions of Grandpa’s will. If Matthew didn't show up at the lawyer’s office on his twenty-first birthday, all of Matthew’s share of his inheritance would go to his parents.

“Make yourself comfortable,” the Gorilla growled as he pushed Matthew back down onto the mattress. And then they both laughed at him while they slammed the door and left him alone again.

Matthew felt like crying. His parents couldn't do this to him! Then Matthew became angry. He would show them!

It was very difficult since Matthew wasn't used to doing physical things, but he soon managed to stand up from the bed. Then he fought to keep his balance while he took little inching steps and little hops until he finally made it to the closed door.

With a sigh of relief Matthew discovered that his captors hadn't bothered to lock him in. Matthew struggled to turn the door knob and then eased the door quietly and then peered outside. He didn't see anyone.

So then Matthew began moving forward with little baby steps. There had to be a way out of here. Maybe it was down this way? Matthew slowly approached a corner in the hallway.

Suddenly a big beefy hand shot out and grabbed Matthew by his face. Poor Matthew almost had a heart attack as the scary Gorilla mask moved really close to his nose. “Are you trying to be stupid?” the Gorilla growled.

The next thing Matthew knew his body had been spun around and now strong hands were propelling him down the hallway. Then they came a door that was a little smaller than the other doors. The Gorilla opened the door to reveal a small closet.

“You don't like the nice soft mattress we gave you?” the Gorilla sounded angry. “Fine! Try sitting on a hard floor for awhile.” Without any ceremony the Gorilla pushed Matthew’s body down into the closet until the hard floor slammed into Matthew’s buns.

“Don’t worry,” the Gorilla laughed for the first time. “We're going to find plenty of things for you to do before your birthday gets here.”

Then the Gorilla closed the closet door and put Matthew completely in the dark.

Matthew had every reason to be scared, and he had every reason to cry, but instead a cold anger began to work its way up through his body. Somehow he would get out of this closet, and somehow he would get out of this house, and somehow he would show up at that lawyer’s office on time.

Somehow he was going to fool them all!

THE END

Mathew played by Mike

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/26/2006

House Work

23 photos; 5:11 video

Model: Braxton
Photography : Caitiff

Date of Productiopn: 02/14/2016

Yellow Jock

25 photos; 5:45 video

Model: Mac
Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/15/2016