Mindign His Own Business

23 photos; 4:57 video

Bystander played by Ezio
Bad Guy played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/14/2017

tags: cleave gag, hog tie, socks, grabbed

Leo's Lazy Day

30 photos; 5:31 video

Model- Leo

Photgraphy by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 09/17/2006

Tags: stroking, tape gag, nude, butt, penis, dick tied, bare feet, muscle

Be Our Guest!

18 photos; 6:02 video

Guest played by Jean LeFaun
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/24/2023

Tags: tape gag, athlete, hog tie, socks, bad guy, grope, butt

Hog tied Thug

20 photos; 4:50 video

Model: Holden Cox
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/17/2023

tags: cleave gag, hog tie, socks, twink

Ready for Interogation

15 photos; 4:25 video

The Prisoner played by Yeshua
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/14/2023

Tags: uniform, military, blind fold, tape gag, cleave gag, gagging, chair bound, groped, bad guy, hand gag

Silenced Security

22 photos; 5:17 video

Security Gaurd played by Rick
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Photography: 11/10/2016

Tags: gagged, bad guy, stuff gag,  hand gag, gagging, tape gag, uniform, security guard

Sacking the Coach by Caitiff

35 photos; 4:11 video

 

Grunt Part 2 by Christopher Trevor

29 photos; 5:44 video

Cont'd from Grunt

Corporal Lewis was in trouble. No, that was putting it mildly. The handsome brown haired corporal was in a shit-load of trouble. During his leave time from the marines, on his vacation he had gone out to the bars in uniform. He was thinking that all decked out and spiffy in his uniform it would get him girls. Instead it had made him a target for some psychotic dude who had decided to get the drop on the man in uniform. XXXX as a skunk and none too bright at the moment Lewis had gone out to piss in an alley behind one of the bars because the bathroom was crowded and disgusting. The corporal did not relish the thought of his marine issued shoes stomping around in other men's piss on the bathroom floor of the bar.

Lewis had barely managed to pull his dick out to piss before he felt the butt of a pistol smash into the back of his head. His uniform cap hat took a lot of the blow, but everything exploded white, the corporal saw his hat go flying and then everything went black. As he lay there on the ground XXXX the man who had smashed him with the concealed item butt chuckled as the marine's cock let loose a torrent of piss all over the ground in front of him where he lay. When the marine was done pissing the man gently stuffed his pride and joy back into his olive colored uniform trousers. When he was done the hijacker licked his fingers, relishing the taste of the marine's manhood that lingered there.

When Lewis came to the first thing he noticed was that it was completely dark. The back of his head ached miserably. The second thing the corporal noticed was that when he tried to move around his hands were tied tightly behind his back. Lewis had no idea what was going on. He could feel himself moving and the sounds of an engine. He also detected an odor of gas. My God, he realized, he was in the trunk of a car. He had been XXXX somehow, a marine's worst nightmare made real. He thought about screaming out for help and perhaps kicking his feet against the trunk. But he quickly decided against those things, seeing as he did not know where he was, if there was anyone around who could come to his aid and what he might suffer in retaliation if he did try to attract unwanted attention.

When the car stopped and he heard the driver get out and open the trunk Lewis still could not see. He realized then that he was not only tied up but blindfolded as well.

"Listen, whoever you are, I don't know who you are or what this is all about but you don't fuck with a marine!" Lewis shouted.

The only response he received was a punch to the gut.

"HOOOOOFFF!!!" the marine sputtered.

Lewis was pulled out of the trunk of the car and marched with his hands tied behind him, a length of rope tied over his upper torso pinning his arms to his sides and blindfolded into what he assumed was the basement of a house. He felt hands guiding him by his upper arms down a flight of stairs. Having regained some air Lewis tried yelling for help but a hand was clasped quickly and tightly over his mouth. Now the marine could only moan helplessly. Lewis continued struggling, hoping to get free but it was no use it seemed. The ropes were tied too tight. Once at the bottom of the stairs the marine's hijacker, losing patience gave his captive another hard punch to the gut.

"HOOOFFFFF!!!" Lewis sputtered a second time and collapsed to his knees, gasping for air.

But this time he was not given time to recover as a knee connected with his chin.

"ARRRHHHHH!!!" the marine yelped miserably.

"Don't think that just because I haven't killed you that I won't change my mind Soldier boy," Lewis heard a male voice say, sounding harsh.

"Fuck you man, I'm no soldier boy, I'm a marine and…" Lewis began but for his rant he received yet another knee to the chin. "ARRRHHHHHH!!! Fucker!!!"

"Marine, yeah, all the more reason I'm going to have some fun with you," the guy said, sounding psychotic now. "Do what I say man, or else! You understand?"

Lewis could only grunt his compliance. Being gut punched and kneed to the chin had shaken him. He barely put up a struggle as a foul tasting rag was pulled tightly between his teeth and tied around his head. The hijacker seemed to being taking pleasure in roughing Lewis up as he gagged him.

"Ha, I used this gag on the last man in uniform I had here Soldier boy," the hijacker laughed. "What you're tasting is his saliva and spit all over it…HA!!"

Lewis could feel the rag bight into the sides of his mouth as his captor tied it securely and cruelly tight. And what was that the guy had said about the gag having been used on the last man in uniform he had here??? What was this that Lewis had been thrust into he thought miserably. The marine let out a small moan, half pain and half anger in protest.

"Oh you like that Sunshine?" his captor asked mockingly. "Because I have more. I am going to make sure that that pretty mouth of yours is well gagged. I don't want to hear you whining when I start giving you orders.'

Lewis most definitely did not like the sound of that. He heard what sounded like tape being pulled off a roll and sure enough, the marine found his mouth being sealed shut. Awful of awfuls Lewis thought, now the rag was jammed in his mouth and every time he swallowed he would taste whoever's saliva it was on the rag. The guy had said it had been used to gag another man in uniform. Lewis thought miserably if the man in uniform before him had also been a marine trapped here. The marine then could feel his feet being pushed together and tightly bound.

"Okay Princess, you stay here and get comfortable," Lewis heard the guy say.

Princess??? Sunshine??? Somehow Lewis liked being called Soldier boy a lot more now.

"You're going to be tied up and gagged for a long while," the hijacker went on and Lewis' skin crawled. "You may as well get used to it. And don't try making any noise. I gagged you for a reason. You'll have plenty to cry about when the fun starts, trust me on that Soldier boy."

"MMMFFFFF!!!" Lewis moaned and received a smack on the head.

Cowed now, he stayed silent. Only when he heard no more movement and was sure he was alone did he try to move. Lewis struggled against the ropes that bound his hands, chest and feet but they were mercilessly tight. The more he struggled the tighter his bonds seemed to get, if that were possible. The marine had no way of knowing how much time had passed when he finally stopped squirming and struggling. Blindfolded, the world was only a hazy blur of light and shadows that intruded under the bandanna covering his eyes.

Finally fatigued and hung over from all the drinks he had consumed earlier that evening Lewis gave up all his struggles. He rolled about for a while, hoping perhaps to find a way to get comfortable in his bondage. Eventually the marine thought he fell aXXXX.

He could not tell if he was dreaming at first. The sensory deprivation screwed with his mind. His head was filled with weird sensations, not to mention his head still smarted from having been pistol whipped earlier. The poor marine could not even tell when he was awake or aXXXX. But Lewis then felt his body being lifted up and his hands untied. Was he being rescued???

"Okay Petunia, rise and shine, the funs about to begin," Lewis heard the hijacker say and his heart sunk like the Titanic.

"Petunia???" Lewis said to himself. "Fucking Petunia???"

 

Corporal Lewis was soon completely untied and just as the last of the ropes were undone from his feet he decided he would pounce and really teach this fucker who had so brazenly XXXX him a lesson. The well-trained marine figured he would simply whip the blindfold off and pummel the guy. The gag, er- the gags would come off after he was done teaching whoever this dude was a lesson. Inwardly Lewis had hoped against hope that all this had been a sick and twisted joke played on him by some of his buddies in the service with him. But being pistol whipped over the head back in that alley was not a joke his buddies would have played on him. No, all of this was too real the young marine realized more and more.

Once the ropes were off his feet the hijacker kept Lewis gagged and blindfolded as he helped him to his feet to a standing position.

"MMMFFFFF!!!" Lewis sputtered angrily and pulled out of the man's grasp, thinking, "I'm not tied up now fucker!!"

But just as Lewis was about to, as he had thought, pummel the guy, the marine heard the click of a concealed item.

"It's pointing right at that nice muscular chest of yours Soldier boy," Lewis heard the guy say. "To be honest I don't want to bloody up that pretty uniform of yours, but if I have to I will."

The marine, terror stricken, froze in place and without thinking raised his hands high…

He whimpered miserably as he heard the hijacker chuckle.

"RHUUUU ru ahnt?" Lewis blubbered through his gag, trying to say, "What do you want?"

"HA, that's rich, trying to talk through two gags Soldier boy," the guy laughed and Lewis heard the concealed item click again.

The marine shivered in his shoes and socks.

"Trying to talk when I didn't even give you permission to do so," the guy said, sounding more and more psychotic now. "But I can understand your confusion over all of this, so this one time I will forgive you. As for what I want, ah, that is a good question and you are about to find out my pet. Because what I want is what you're presently wearing, your uniform.

"Rhy rhuniforn? Rar rhu rout ruv rhur ruckin' nine?" Lewis gurgled, clenching his raised hands into fists, trying to say, "My uniform? Are you out of your fucking mind?"

The man simply chuckled in response. Lewis wanted to tell him that there was no way he was taking his uniform off, but seeing as he was still helplessly in this man's power he really didn't see any way out of it.

"Now, I suppose there are a few ways we can go about this Soldier boy," the man said and again Lewis heard the click of the concealed item.

The marine's breath caught in his throat…

"I want you to do it blindfolded for me, somehow watching you strip out of your uniform that way will be very tantalizing, wouldn't you agree?" the man asked the captive marine in a mocking manner. "Putting a bullet in you really is the last thing I want to do, but as I said, if I have to I will. Another way to get you stripped is I can again bash you over the head with this concealed item and then strip you myself. Yes, that actually might be fun, handling that hard marine body of yours while I remove all your clothes. Just like it felt so good when I XXXX you out in that alley and carried you over my shoulder to my car, HA! I had you slung over my shoulder like a side of beef and one hand over that sweet tight ass of yours. Now, it's all up to you my pet, which way do you want to do this?"

Lewis wanted to be able to say: "Fuck you, I'm not your pet you fucking asshole," but he thought better of it and slowly lowered his arms. The marine began by unbuttoning his uniform jacket. He shucked it down his muscular arms and let it drop to the floor beside him. Very unbecoming for a marine he thought, dropping his pride and joy uniform to the floor.

"That's it Soldier boy, do it in sections," the guy said, now sounding scarily reasonable.

"Ruckin' rervert," Lewis muttered, trying to say, "Fucking pervert."

Obviously the marine was wondering miserably why he had been XXXX just so he could be made to do a striptease for whoever the fuck this guy was.

Next he undid the knot in his tie, dropped it to the floor and began unbuttoning his shirt. He heard the hijacker taking deep breaths as he bared his muscular hairy chest.

"Fuck, the marines really do a job on getting you grunts in shape huh Soldier boy?" the hijacker said.

Lewis found himself nodding "Yes" and placed his hands over his stomach before taking his unbuttoned shirt off.

The guy brazenly gave one of the marine's big pink nipples a fast squeeze followed by a bottle-cap twist.

"MMMMFFF…" Lewis moaned and unhitched his uniform trousers.

He felt an overwhelming sense of humiliation as he slid his uniform trousers down his legs and off. Needlessly to say he nearly tripped and nearly lost his balance a few times as he de-panted himself. Stripping down while blindfolded was not an easy task the captive marine realized.

"Very nice Soldier boy, very nice indeed," Lewis heard the guy say as he now stood there in just a pair of gray boxer shorts and calf length black cotton socks.

Lewis wanted to ask the guy if he was some kind of crazy voyeur. He wondered if looking at the marine in his underpants and socks was giving him a cheap thrill of some kind. Fuck, XXXX a marine was not only a shitty ass thing to do to him, but it was against the law as well Lewis was thinking with his tortured mind. But XXXX him to strip out of his uniform, his pride and joy was beyond mortifying.

"Okay, now, back on the floor and hands behind you Soldier boy," Lewis heard the hijacker say and he groaned awfully as he felt his hands being retied once more behind him.

He sat there in his boxer shorts and socks, de-uniformed and feeling totally embarrassed, more embarrassed than he had ever felt in his life. Being captured like this was humiliating enough, he was just a marine out that night on the prowl for some beautiful women, but being XXXX to strip out of his uniform was beyong humiliating. He would rather have stripped for a couple of pretty ladies.

The marine sat with his legs crossed in front of him feeling awful and appalled as the guy, whoever the hell he was bound up his hands behind him again. Looking the scantily clad marine over the hijacker liked what he saw. He had to chuckle aloud when he saw the beginnings of an erection tenting the front of his captive's boxer shorts.

"Hmm, somehow I'm getting the feeling that you're enjoying all this huh Soldier boy?" the guy asked with a feeling of elation and an erection of his own in his pants.

Lewis nodded his head "No" furiously from side to side as his hands were done being bound behind him.

"That's a good chowder head," the guy laughed, tagging Lewis with yet another offensive sounding nickname. "See? If you cooperate nothing bad will happen to you. Well, maybe that's not one hundred percent correct, but trust me, it is far better that you cooperate because the punishments that I can administer can be far, far worse if you don't."

The guy stepped to the front of the seated marine and told him to stretch his legs out in front of him. With no choice whatsoever in the matter Corporal Lewis did as he was told.

"Here, let me get your socks off for you, I'll be needing them as well as the rest of your uniform Soldier boy," the hijacker said and peeled Lewis' moist and funky scented black cotton socks from his feet.

Clad now in just his boxer shorts Lewis felt just about totally put on display. He wondered if the guy would help himself to his underpants as well, JEEZ!

"Now, I've always wanted to be a man in uniform," Lewis heard his captor say as the guy got busy retying his bared feet. "Now here is my chance huh Chowder head?"

The marine simply stared in blindfolded darkness at the direction the voice was coming from. He then sensed his pile of clothing being picked up. What did this fucking weird and sick guy mean that he had always wanted to be a man in uniform??? What in all hell was going on here??? The marine squirmed and seethed in his bondage as the sounds of someone getting undressed filled the room…

 

As captured marine Corporal Lewis squirmed around on the floor in bondage, wearing only his boxer shorts, a blindfold and two gags he listened for the sounds of his captor. The marine heard a pair of shoes clonking to the floor followed by the sounds of pants being unhitched and then slid down a pair of legs. What in all hell was this about? He had been captured in an alley when he'd gone to take a piss, brought blindfolded and bound to an unknown destination and then XXXX to strip at concealed itempoint out of his uniform while blindfolded. Now he heard the man who had captured him getting undressed himself. Was he planning perhaps to XXXX the marine Corporal Lewis wondered in fear. If that was the case and he was feeling fear why in all hell was his cock rock hard in his boxer shorts then???

Unknown to the squirming and bound up, gagged and blindfolded marine the man who had captured him was indeed removing his own clothing. He stripped down to his underpants and then looked over at the tied up marine, his exceptionally well-toned body as he pulled on the corporal's black socks. The man's dick throbbed in his underpants as he next helped himself to the marine's uniform trousers.

A short while later Corporal Lewis, straightened up into a seated position on the floor once more felt the man hunkered down beside him.

"You ready for this Soldier boy? You ready to see what I've wrought tonight my chowder head?" the hijacker asked, his fingers toying meanly with the side of Lewis' blindfold.

"MMMFFF…" was Lewis' reply.

"Perfect, this is all so very perfect," the hijacker said breathlessly and placed a hand over Lewis' blindfold, pushing it up slowly till it became a regular bandanna tied around the corporal's head.

When Lewis' eyes adjusted back to the light of the room he saw first that he was indeed in a basement of some kind. The next thing he took in the sight of caused his eyes to open wide in total shock. His captor, the man who had so brazenly managed to capture him was wearing his uniform.

"MMMMFFFFFF!!!!" Corporal Lewis sputtered madly, seeing this guy, who was the same size and build of him wearing his uniform.

It was a disgrace to put it plainly. He had earned the right to wear that uniform. He had suffered through hours upon hours and months and months of PT training to earn the right to wear that uniform. Now this grinning psycho was wearing it and he was wearing nothing more than his underpants. The fucker had even taken his damned socks for crying out loud.

"Har, Har, Har, and har for you my chowder head," the hijacker chuckled as Lewis stared at him in fear and awe.

With the right haircut this guy could actually pose as him Lewis thought, the possibility of it was enormously frightening. The guy was still hunkered down next to the captured marine, one hand resting gently on his shoulder the other toying with the marine's nipple, squeezing it between his fingers, mashing it, twisting it.

"Hmm, bet you're wondering why in hell I'm all dudied up in your pretty uniform huh Soldier boy?" the hijacker asked with a grin.

"MMMMMFFFF…" Corporal Lewis groaned, chills coursing through him as the man toyed with his nipple.

"Our roles have just been reversed here tonight Chowder head, fuckin' soldier boy," the guy mused with a sinister looking glint in his eyes. "When I saw you at the bar tonight it could not have been more perfect. I know all about the secret project called "The Red Raven" that the army is working on."

At the mention of "The Red Raven" Corporal Lewis' eyes opened wider yet. How had this guy, a goddamned civilian learned of that very secret, very top secret project???

"Dressed in your uniform and with your haircut that I intend to get first thing tomorrow and with your military ID I will be able to infiltrate any military base and learn all I need to know about "Red Raven," Lewis' captor said and finally let go of the corporal's nipple. "Once I've obtained the information from a military computer I'll be able to sell it to the highest bidder."

Lewis watched, sitting there tightly tied as the man stood up and stepped to the stairs that led out of the basement.

"As for you my handsome corporal, that is a whole other story I'm sure," the man said. "Because once I've sold that information I'm sure the military will issue a court martial order for you… Hmm, maybe after all this is done I should sell you to the highest bidder as well…"

"RRRRMMMFFFFFF!!!!" Lewis screamed into his gag and then watched forlornly as the man made his way up the steps and out of the basement.

The sound of the door to the basement closing and locking filled the captured marine with a dread he never knew before…

 

 

The End?????

 

Out of Uniform

 

 

 

Lewis played Mike

 

The hijacker played by Mitch

 

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 2/13/2007

Tags: story, stripped, dominated, blindfold, tape gag, muscle,tying, bare feet, underwear, hairy chest

Model Behavior

34 photos; 5:29 video

Model; Chad
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/23/2011

tags: nude, butt, tape gag, hands behind back

Back Seat

14 photos; 7:31 video

Model: Diego
Photography by Marco

Date of Production: 06/16/2021

Tags: butt, bare feet, outdoors, otm gag

The Replacement Driver

20 photos; 6:07 video

The Truck Driver played by Rex
Photography by Caitiff


Tags: cleave gag, bear, underwear, bad guy, groped, beard, tattoos, plot

Missing the Party

21 photos; 4:30 video

Model: Brian
Photography by ZCaitiff

Tags: tape gag, dominated, groped, stirpped, penis, bad guy, underwear

Crime and Punishment

41 photos; 4:14 video

 No one noticed Brad as he crept into the apartment complex.  It was a converted warehouse and there were plenty of dark corners to hid in.  No one saw Brad as he went up the stairs to the top apartment.  And no one saw Brad as came to the door and pulled out a screw driver and began to work at the lock.

    The security was no issue.  Just a standard dead bolt.  It didn’t take very long at all.  The door barely creaked as Brad sneaked in.  He had seen the owners leave for some fancy dinner half an hour ago.  Brad knew that the couple had to have lots of expensive stuff and he would probably have a good hour to get it all.   A nice looking digital camera was the first thing in the bag.

   Brad was busy looking around for the next thing to steal in the darkened apartment.  That might have been why he didn’t see the shadow of the man behind him until he had already been grabbed.  Though smaller then Brad, the guy was really strong and before the thief could react, Brad found his arms pinned behind him in some kind of kung fu move.
    
    “Well, look at what we have here.”, the man said a she held the struggling burglar.
    
    Brad was by no means a weakling.  But his captor was some kind of black belt.  After a few punches to a nerve ending or two, Brad was easy prey.  Black cotton rope appeared as if out of nowhere, used ot bind Brad’s hands and arms securely behind his back.  Brad was now completely helpless and at the strange man’s mercy.
    
    “Guess you didn’t know I was here, huh?” the man asked.


    “Look, I don't’ want any trouble. You can have the stuff ba..MMmmmpphhh!!”, Brad’s attempt at pleading were cut off by the black rag that was knotted and shoved into his mouth, tied tightly behind his head.

    “Mmmpphhaaa?!”, Brad protested but his captor didn’t seem to care what he had to say.  Vainly Brad struggled against the ropes that held his hands.  The ropes bit into his wrists and the knots held tight.  brad wasn't’ getting out anytime soon.

    Brad could only sit on his ass. He was a prisoner and there was little brad could do about it.  Just to make things worse, the man took Brad’s nice new shoes he had bought with the money from the last score.  What the hell?

  
“Mmmm?”
    
     “Don't’ worry, you wont’ be needing these.”, the man said.  He then began to lash Brad’s legs together, thigh to ankle.  More rope was tied tightly around his ankles and feet.
    
    “Comfy?”

    Brad gave the stranger a cold glare.  Not that Brad looked particularly menacing while bound and gagged on the hard wood floor.


    Brad was left ot his own devices while the man went ot another room.  Seeing his probably only chance at getting away, Brad continued his struggles. Of course, he had no more luck then before.  The ropes held him tight.  Even the gag was impossible to wiggle out, as tight as it was.  When the man returned, Brad lay on his side on the floor, jerking helplessly.

     The man knelt down closer to Brad and gave his ass a nice hard smack.

    “Since you have so much energy, I guess we had better do something to tire you out!
    

    Brad did not like the sound of that.  Nor the way his ass had been man handled though his jeans just then.  Not that there was a damn thing he could do about it.

    But Brad’s torment wasn’t to be sexual. It was to be far far worse.  As if sensing his captive’s weakness, Brad found his sensitive soles attacked.  Too late he understood why the man had removed his shoes.

   “Mmmmm!  Mmmpphhhaaa!!  Hmmffafafafafafafaaaahahaha!!!!”  The tickling became more and more unbearable.  The thing socks actually made his feet more sensitive!  Brad had no idea no idea how long he lay on the floor, bound, gagged and laughing uncontrollably through his gag.  When it was over, Brad could barely breath.  All of his energy was gone.

    “Time ot take care of you once and for all.”, Brad heard the man say menacingly when at last the torture was over.

    Brad was too exhausted to put up a fight.  His legs were untied and Brad was shoved to his feet and out the door onto the patio.  However, his hands remained tied behind his back.  The gag stayed in his mouth.
    


    Brad was made to sit and then had his feet tied up again.  A note was taped to Brad’s chest.  It read “I am a robber. Please arrest me!”
    
    “Hello?  Police?” , the man said as he talked on a cell phone, “Yes I think there’ s someone breaking into the apartment across the street. It’s 221 Cherokee.  Thanks!”

    “Mmmm!” Brad protested.  Shit!


    The man shoved Brad’s head into the pillow case Brad had been planning on using to loot the apartment.  He had to stay tied up until the police came at which point Brad had a lot of uncomfortable explaining to do.

    Brad never did figure out who that guy who had tied him up was.


Brad played by Taylor
Mystery Guy played by JMZ

 

 
tags: plot, story, cleave gag, bad guy, socks, tickled, hog tie

Leo

31 photos; 3:10 video

Model: Leo

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 06/11/2007


tags: underwear, hog tie. bare feet, cleave gag, muscle

True Blue By Fidelis

24 photos; 3:05 video

“MMMMPHHHH!”

Paul moaned as he regained consciousness. Damn, but he felt sick. Why was everything dark? Why was he in complete darkness? What was that horrible taste in his mouth, and why couldn’t he move his hands? So many questions to be answered.

Paul tried to remember what had happened. He had been on his regular beat, patrolling an area of what had once been filled with grand houses – an area that was slowly being gentrified. There was still a fair amount of crime, but the nature of the crime had changed. Instead of XXXX-dealing on the street corners, the biggest problem now was the theft of construction materials. Copper pipes were a particular favourite. A decision had come from headquarters that cops on foot would be a greater deterrent to this kind of crime than having cruisers on the street. Paul didn’t mind – he rather enjoyed patrolling the leafy streets, and some of the renovated houses looked great. It would be years before he could even think of buying a place in the neighbourhood, but in the meantime he could still dream about it. This evening had started out like any other, but now Paul was starting to remember what had happened to him .

It had started with Paul noticing a van outside one of the houses that Paul had watched being renovated. The work seemed to have been finished a couple of weeks ago – why was there van outside the house? Paul decided to investigate. He pulled out his flashlight and directed it towards the open door of the van. There was something bulky concealed beneath the tarps. This warranted closer inspection. He lifted the tarps to see what was under them. It was just as he expected – copper piping. Vandals must have broken into the house and ripped out the brand new pipes. Paul started as his movements caused some of the pipes to move, making a racket. He was so startled that he dropped his flashlight, which promptly rolled under the van.

“Shit” he muttered to himself. This wasn’t what he needed. He was going to call this in, but first he had to retrieve the damned flashlight. Paul got down on his knees, the clanging of the displaced pipes still ringing in his ears. He had just managed to grab the flashlight, and was about to rise to his knees, when something hard struck him in the back of head.

“GGGMMHEELLPPP!” Paul yelled into the gag which was filled his mouth. Something disgusting had been shoved into his mouth, and then taped in while he was XXXX. He was lucky that he hadn’t XXXXd to XXXX while he was out for the count. As his memory returned, he realized that the thief must have crept up behind him and whacked him on the head. He could feel cold metal biting into his wrists – his assailant must have used his own cuffs on him. Paul struggled in panic – he was claustrophobic and as it dawned on that he had been stuffed into a small and confined place his adrenaline surged. He pounded the opposite wall with his feet. Oh my God, this place was tiny. He couldn’t breathe. HE HAD TO GET OUT!

“MHHEEELPPGEEEMMMEOUTAMHERE!” Paul was on the verge of hysteria as he thrashed about in the stifling confines of his prison. He was on the point of passing out when the door opened and light flooded into what turned out to be a very small closet. Thank God, he was rescued.

“Keep it down, copper, or I’ll bash you on the head again. And it will be harder this time.”

Paul gulped. Hmmm, he could breathe now, but he didn’t like the look of the hulking figure that loomed over him. This wasn’t quite his idea of a rescue.

“Let’s get you out of that closet and take a better look at you pipsqueak. Up you go.”

Massive hands the size of hams grabbed Paul, pulling him to his feet and out of the closet. This guy was HUGE, and built like a brick shithouse. Still, the pipsqueak remark rankled. Now that he was out of that tiny closet, Paul was feeling a lot feistier – feistier and not as he careful as he should have been.

“GGMGETMURHANDSOFFMMEEECREEP! GIMOFFICEROFTHELAW!”

Paul lashed out at his captor as he yelled into his gag. The huge oaf just laughed as he moved out of the way.

“Those are big words for a little rookie cop all cuffed up and gagged. I KNOW that you’re an officer of the law, dimwit. The uniform kinda gave that fact away. You’re not a very smart officer of the law, are you? Making all of that noise and then dropping your flashlight like that. You were just asking for me to hit you over the head and tie you up.

Paul fumed, and then XXXXd as the well-built felon grabbed his tie and started to XXXX him.

“That’s a nice shiny badge you have there, rookie. That might come in handy one of these days. Why don’t I relieve you of it? “

“MMNNNOOTTTMYMMBADGGGEEE!”

Paul was incensed. How dare this criminal touch HIS gear? It was bound enough that his own cuffs had been used to shackle, but his badge? That was going to far.

“MMMPHHHHH!”

I’m getting just a bit tired of you antics, rookie. Now, you stay there on your knees like a good little pipsqueak cop, while I fetch something to make sure that you don’t misbehave anymore.”

Paul, after having his own XXXX shoved into his face, thought it might be a good idea to do as the leviathan said. He would think of a way out of this sticky situation, once he had had a moment to gather his thoughts. He was still a bit woozy from the blow to the head.

“MMMWHATMMUMDOING?”

“Gee, I would have thought that it would be quite obvious what I am doing, cop. I’m tying you up! There, that looks much better. Cops look good with rope and cuff and tape. “

“GGGIMGOINGTOMMMBEATURMASS – MGGGAHHHH! MOUUCCCHH!”

Paul’s gagged tirade was cut short as the brute grabbed him by the throat and then threw him down on the ceramic-tiled floor. Damn, but that hurt. Paul moaned as he lay on the hard, unyielding tiles. Oh, but his noggin had taken another whack as he fell, and this time the blow hadn’t been cushioned by his uniform hat, which had tumbled from his head as he fell. He shook his head as his captor loomed over him, giving him an ungentle nudge in the ribs with his booted foot.

“You know, pipsqueak, you look kind of cute, lying there, all tied up like that. You’re starting to give me some ideas. I’m going to make you a little more comfortable, and then I’m going out to the van to get some beer. I think it’s just about time for a party time.”

“GGGMMMOOOOF. MMMOUCHHH!”

Paul grunted in pain as his muscular captor straddled him, wrapping more rope about his wrists and ankles, putting him into an uncomfortable hogtie. This talk about him being cute, and having a party, filled him with trepidation. What could this brute have in mind for him? As the front door slammed behind the criminal lout, Paul struggled frantically to free himself. If only he could get free of the ropes, he could make a run for out, preferably in the opposite direction from that the felon had taken. But his time was limited. Before he had time to work up a good sweat, the door swung open.

“Mmmm, you are a sight for sore eyes, rookie. It is definitely time to party. Let me get rid of some of that rope and put you over here. Oh yeah, you look good enough to eat.”

Paul could only shake his head in XXXX and watch as the muscled hunk moved towards him.  Things were not looking good for him.

TO BE CONTINUED

 

The Rookie played by Niel

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 02/21/2007

 

tags: police, tape gag, hog tie, story

Putting My Toy Away

24 photos; 5:15 video

Model: Patrick aka Tynana Fox

Photography : Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 11/23/2014


Tags: nude, dick tied, twink, tape gag, blind fold, groped, fondled, bad guy

Barefoot and Ball Gagged

24 photos; 7:16 video

Model: Cody Jonson
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/20/2023


Tags: ball gag, bare feet, twink, hog tie, jeans

I Need to Borrow Your Clothes

20 photos; 4:43 video

Model: JD
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/20/2023

tags: cleave gag, underwear, hog tie, socks

Held

18 photos; 4:43 video

Model: Holden Cox
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/08/2023


Tags: chair tied, tape gagged, blind fold, hands behind back, groped

The Rich Kid

24 photos; 4:48 video

 Model: Simon

Phootgraphy by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 10/17/2008

tags: chair tied, underwear, tape gag, bare feet

A Little Discipline by Marty

26 photos; 3:17 video

There were times that Stewart absolutely hated what he'd let his life become. Like ever other bondage addict does at one time or another, he went online to find the perfect man. He was into Black tops and was overjoyed when Master Jed responded to his online personal ad, commanding him to report for duty one day as a bondage/XXXX slave. It was only a few weeks later that Jed informed him that he was the ideal applicant, and he quickly made Stewart move in to begin 24/7 training. But Stewart had begun to grow weary of Jed's commands. Just today, for example, he woke up to find Jed standing over him, "Let me guess. I did something wrong again," Stewart snarled at his keeper, giving him the sexiest look he could muster. He knew he looked hot in the blue shorts he XXXX in, and hoped Jed would want to take advantage.

"You're damn right you did," Jed replied, slapping Stewart in the face before roping his hands in front of him, deftly tying them to his ankles, then packing his sexy mouth with a balled-up handkerchief and taping it in securely. "Like that, slave? You're gonna stay like that all day until I get home from work." He left Stewart to struggle mightily and moan through the tapegag while showering and dressing for work, then planted a huge kiss on Stewart's gagged mouth as the young man worked as hard as he could for his freedom. "I'll be home in nine hours," Jed said, stroking Stewart's hair as he gave Jed the angriest look imaginable, "so have a good time." And within an instant, was out the door.

Stewart couldn't believe his predicament. He was as helpless as helpless could be. The closest he got to freedom was an attempt to rub his rock-hard cock against the mattress, which was not only a failure but only served to hike down his blue shorts, exposing his gorgeous ass and accentuating his humiliation. He couldn't believe Jed would make him go through nine hours of this; it was the longest he'd ever had to endure, and it was pure torture.

It seemed like an eternity had passed before he heard the key turn in the lock and Jed was home, clearly very upset from what had transpired at the office that day and in no mood for shenanigans. He took off his suit jacket in the living room and entered the bedroom in his shirtsleeves, removing his belt as he did so. "Did we learn anything today, boy?" he asked, as Stewart cowered from the sound of the leather snapping together in preparation for one of Jed's customary punishments. He seated himself on the bed next to Stewart's bound-and-gagged frame and began to read the newspapers, soon cracking the belt one more time. "This must have been awful for you today, boy," Jed said. "You must be hungry, you must have to pee, you must just be miserable." Stewart nodded his head furiously. "Well, first I want this." And raised the belt in the air. Stewart cringed and winced.

Jed suddenly dropped the belt and cradled Stewart in his arms from behind. "No," he said, "not this time. I'm not going to beat you."

Stewart breathed a huge sigh of relief with a muffled sigh through the gag.

Jed grinned. "I've had my fun. Tomorrow I'm selling you to a very generous gentleman." Stewart struggled and moaned all the more. "Hey, this is what you get for meeting people online. You wanted this. But don't worry. I'll come over every once in a while and give you a little discipline."

THE END

 

Stewart played by Mike

Jed played by Sammy

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 05/02/2006

Tags: story, dominated, cleave gag, frog tie, bare feet, shirtless

Bearnapped

19 photos; 5:21 video

Model: Dean

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production 2-28-2015


tags: bear, tape gag

Bun Slap

27 photos; 7:08 video

Model: Raphael

Photography: Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 11/12/2014

Tags: tape gag, butt, underwear, socks, spank, groped, bad guy

Sound Sleep

22 photos; 5:13 video

Model: Yeshua
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/14/2023

Tags: tape gag, hand gag, jock strap, butt, bad guy, dominated, plot, socks