Janitor

21 photos

Model: Dante

Model: Lex

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 7-18-2015

Tucked Away

23 photos; 4:18 video

Model: Dean

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/1/2014

Stripped at Work

33 photos; 11:23 video

Model: Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/19/2020

Tags: self gagging, stuff gag, tape gag, nude, stripping, muscle, hand cuff, socks

Hog Tied Pizza Boy

20 photos; 3:17 video

Pizza Delivery Guy played by Andy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/26/2020

Tags: cleave gagged, hairy chest, hogtied, bear cub, socks, rope

Baseball Bound

22 photos; 5:17 video

Model: Hunter
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/28/2020

Tags: Baseball, sports, taped up, long socks, tape gagged, cleave gagged

Be Our Guest

24 photos; 3:58 video

Model: Derek

Photography: Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/22/2014






Tags:  Stuffing gag, Tape gag, clear tape, rope, twink, felt up

Short Stop By: Nick007

29 photos; 5:19 video

Bruce had to been the worst short stop imaginable. He could not catch a ball if it was already in his glove. But that did not stop him. He thought he was the best and everyone else sucked and let the rest of the team know it. He constantly belittled his team mates.

The only reason they put up with him was his daddy was the team prime supporter. Not only did his daddy buy his way onto the team but he made them change the name of the team to “Bruce's”. The thought of losing all of the team's monetary support to keep playing kept them smiling and putting up with it though.

The team actually got pretty good covering for Bruce on the field. So good that they actually made it to the finals in their league. However the team was tired of working twice as hard to be any good. They barely won the last game due to Bruce's inability to actually play the game. So they came up with a plan to derail Bruce from making it to the final game. The stakes were too high and they could not take any chances.

The night before the team went out to celebrate. Bruce never could stop XXXX. So after about 10 beers, the captain of the team brought him another one, this one had a special addition to it. That was the last thing Bruce remembered from that night.

Bruce awoke in a weird room, that he's never seen before. His hands were tied behind his back. Coils of rope pinned his arms at his side. He tried to stand up but could not due to his feet being tied together. The cleave gag in his mouth kept him from yelling for help.

Bruce rolled around and around trying to get out of his binds. That's when he saw it. A big banner on the wall that said “Thanks for taking one for the team!!” The anger swelled up inside. He thought to himself 'Why would they do this? I'm the best player on the team! They named the team after me!'

He struggled even harder now. However it was a no go. Hours pass. He knew he had missed the game. At least now they would come untie him. More hours pass. No one showed up. The rage was now at level it's never been at before. More struggling. Finally a little slack in the rope and then his hand slipped out. He untied the ropes on his feet and got the ropes off of his chest. He took the gag out of his mouth, exhaled and said “I'm going to kick their fucking asses.”

He stormed towards the door and opened it to his surprise, he saw his team mates including the captain. Bruce pulled back his fist, ready to punch the Captain's lights out, when the Captain spoke.

“HA! We got you! Now you are really one of us!”

“Wait! This was nothing but a prank?!” Bruce said.

“Of course! That's what good team mates do.”

“Oh man! You totally did get me!” Bruce said.

“Now come on. Let's go out and celebrate our win of the championship.” the Captain said as the team lead Bruce out of the building. The Captain and the coach stayed behind to grab all the rope. “I cant believe he fell for that!”

“Good thing his Dad is loaded.” the coach said. “I think this plan will work more than once too. He gets to stay on the team, we still get our support, everyone wins.”

“We're going to need more rope. HA!”

The End

Model:Rex

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:02/19/2014

Sailor In Trouble

20 photos; 3:15 video

Model:Donovan

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:03/12/2013

Tags navy, uniform, stuff gag, OTM, twink, military, rope, bare feet, sock

Tex by Latoo

20 photos; 3:26 video

All I wanted to do was to go home and XXXX; I had a really long day at work and I took the forest path home because it was quicker. I also took it because it was a good place to walk through and unwind; I was about to cross a wooden bridge when all of a sudden I saw someone standing in the middle of it.

“Oh hello”, I said trying to be friendly as I walked onto the bridge. This guy was wearing a cowboy hat, a flannel shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots. I thought this was weird, but I really didn’t care until he got up from his leaning position and stood right in front of me with his right palm up.

He stated, “You are not crossing this bridge without giving me all your money first.”

I stepped back both in shock and anger. I screamed at him, “Who the hell do you think you are? This is public property and I can cross for free whenever I want.” I smell alcohol on his breath; also he was wobbling a bit.

I replied, “No, I won’t give you my money. You better step off me before this gets any worse.”

I saw rage forming in his eyes as he started to charge towards me. I XXXX him to the ground.

“You better stop where you are and get on your knees right now with your hands behind your head.” I shouted at him.

He looked at me with a confused look, but he complied and got on his knees. I realized that I forgot my handcuffs back at the station.

“Crap.” I thought. “I can’t believe that I forgot my cuffs.”

Then I noticed that there was a coil of rope next to him on the bridge. I walked over to the coil and picked it up.

“Is this yours?” I asked the XXXX cowboy.

His head wobbled a bit, but he nodded.

“Ok then.” I said with renewed confidence. I proceeded to tie his hands with his own rope; talk about adding insult to injury. I used knots that I learned in my wilderness survival training; he was going nowhere after I was done with him.

After I was done with his hands, I grabbed his shirt and XXXX him up.

“Yo man” he continued in his XXXX stupor. “You can’t do this to me. This is police brutally!”

I was ready to punch him straight in the face after I heard me say that, but when I saw the duct tape right behind him, I got an idea.

“This also yours?” I held up the tape.

“Yea, ittts’s mine.” He answered.

I took the duct tape, pulled out a strip, and gagged him with him. I couldn’t take another stupid XXXX answer from him.

He tried to fight me, but I pushed that strip on onto his mouth and he finally was bearable to talk to.

“MMMPH” he suddenly charged at me head first.

I managed to dodge and I grabbed his collar from behind.

“Ok, you little shit.” I screamed at him. “You want to play? Fine, let’s play.”

My mind was racing as I threw him against the side of the bridge. I suddenly took the rope and tied him to the bridge. I took his elbows, wrapped each side with rope and then tied the ends to the railing. He struggled, but every time he lunged forward, I pushed him back. Eventually, I think he knew he couldn’t win against me so he stopped with his full body charges. Unfortunately, however, he started kicking me with his pointy cowboy boots.

I got so mad that I XXXX his legs apart with my own. Then I crouched down and tied his legs to the bottom parts of the railing. I tied his knees with my knots and finally he was completely helpless. I smiled a bit as I looked at his expressions of distress. I think he was finally coming out of his XXXX state as he looked at his situation. He tried to move, but I made sure he was secured to the bridge.

“MMmmm….” He sighed.

I laughed and said to his face, “I think you need to sober up a bit. I’ll tell you what, I’ll come back here in two hours and check up on ya.” He glanced away from me and grunted.

“Hehehe”, I laughed, “Just one more thing because you’ve been such a dick to me”.

I unbuckled his belt and pulled out his own dick from his underwear. “There.” I stated, “This is only a fraction of the embarrassment that I suffered from dealing with a little cowboy punk-ass such as yourself.”

I walked across the bridge and left him there to think about what he has done. I figured that two hours tied to a bridge with his penis blowing in the wind would teach any Texan cowboy about respecting others.

The Cowboy played by Ryan Rockford

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/19/09

Blue Briefs

22 photos; 5:45 video

Model: Axl James
Bad Guy played by Coop
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/26/2020


Tags: underwear  tapegag  ticked

Down the Hall

25 photos; 4:03 video

Model : Dante
Photography by Caitiff

Date of production: 11/04/2020

Tags twink tapegagged socks barechest

Stuck At Home

30 photos; 6:01 video

Be careful who you let tie you up.

Bound Guy played by Alan
Photography by Caitiff

 
Tags Leather manacles cuff plug gag hopping boots

Date of Production: 06/05/2020

Making Over Time

20 photos; 4:36 video

Model: Cliff

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/25/2014

Shut Up

23 photos; 5:31 video

Model: Tynan Patrick Fox

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:10/10/2013

Stress Position by Jase 1010

19 photos

Mel had had it up to HERE with his cocky loudmouth of a nephew. His sister's son Max was constantly running his mouth, making snappy comments about subjects he knew very little about. For instance, Mel was a former Marine who had been telling Max about the week he spent in a mock POW camp as training. As he was telling Max about the very real interrogation he was put through as part of the program, Max began to roll his eyes.

"Wait, so you weren't even handcuffed? They just tied ya to a pole with rope? And you couldn't get out?" he smirked.

"Nope. Marines are almost as good as sailors and Boy Scouts when it comes to tying knots. Not only was I tied hand and foot, but they also had tape over my mouth and eyes, AND had me in the stress position as punishment for only giving them my name and rank."

"And?" Max asked dismissively. Not that he knew what a "stress position was", the cocky fuck.

"Well, your arms hurt like hell, then they go numb and you worry that you're never going to get feeling back. Plus, you're kneeling on concrete. You're ready to start singing like a bird after awhile."

"Aw, admit it Uncle Mel. For a Marine, you were a big pussy," Max chortled.

Mel kept his calm. He had gotten an idea on how to school this dickhead.

"Care to make a wager?" Mel asked brightly.

Twenty minutes later, his nephew Max had his wrists tied behind him and then tethered to a water pipe near the ceiling of Mel's basement.

Mel watched Max briefly work his wrists behind him, almost squirming as he tested his hands.

"Ah, this ain't shit. I'll be outta this in a couple of minutes."

Mel didn't respond. He merely crouched down and began tying Max's ankles together.

"Hey! You didn't say anything about my feet!"

"We gotta replicate the tie-up I was in exactly, right? You don't want to puss out, do you?" Mel asked earnestly but smiling inside.

Max grimaced.

"Yeah, yeah ok. But this is gonna make it hard to balance. And if I fall, my arms will get yanked," he protested. Mel could almost feel the roll of duct tape over on top of the washing machine calling his name.

"Exactly," he answered and grabbed said role.

Max, sorta hopping to stay upright, went wide-eyed.

"Wait! What's the tape for?" he demanded

"Ah, dumbass, you obviously were too busy texting instead of listening to my story. They taped my mouth AND my eyes. Sorry, it's got to be the same for you." Mel said mock sadly as he ripped off a piece of tape.

"Ok, maybe this wasn't such a-MMMPPHHHHH!!!"

Mel took great relish in sealing his shithead nephew's big mouth shut with a wide swatch of tape. He delighted in the indignant "mmmppphhs" that sounded from the cocky boy. Max was obviously pissed and maybe a little frightened, as he tested the ropes and tried to remove his tape gag by rubbing his face on his shoulder. No luck.

Things got even more amusing for Mel when he smoothed another piece of tape over Max's eyes. Max's response? "MMMPGGHRRHR!!!" Obviously being rendered totally helpless didn't agree with the little prick.

"Well, just one more thing. We gotta get you in the stress position."

Max mmmpphed in protest, and bounced in his ropes. The tape finally shutting him up and blinding him made Mel so happy. He realized he liked his nephew a lot more when he was helpless. Mel lifted Max's body (despite Max's gagged protests) and set him down on his knees. He then leaned him forward so the rope tethering Max's wrists to the ceiling was fully supporting his weight. On Max's part, he discovered he was in a position in which he couldn't quite managed to get back upright. All he could do was kneels there, swaying on the rope like a balloon on a string.

"MmmmmookkkmmmrrgghrhrhrMmmmmmmmmiivvee!"

"What's that? You give?"

Max's taped up face nodded frantically. The stress position was already hurting his poor bare knees, and his arms were aching.

"Nah, I think you need the full experience. Besides, you don't want to owe me $25, right? I think I'll just upstairs for a couple of hours until you really know what it's like to be a Marine. Tat ta!"

Max writhed and groaned in protest. Tied up, gagged, and blindfolded – he was a helpless prisoner in a painful position. Mel heard his last tapegagged squeal as he shut the basement door.

Mel was watching TV when Max's mom came home.

"Hey. Where's Max? Did you guys go for lunch?"

"Nah, he's working on something in the basement and said not to disturb him. Something about how he's stressed out and needed some alone time."

His sister nodded and went about her business, missing Mel's fiendish grin. He wasn't letting Max out until the little bastard had shed a few tears.

The End

Max played by Matthew

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:07/17/2012

Cutch

20 photos; 4:29 video

Model: Bobby

Date made: 7/24/2015

All I want for Christmas

23 photos; 3:57 video

Christmas may be a bit late this year.

Model:Lucas Moreira
Photograper: Marco

Date of Production: 09/22/2020

Just His Socks

30 photos; 7:32 video

Again thanks to JW for sendign us that box of rugby kit ;-)

Model : Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/19/2020

Rugby Player for My Collection

25 photos; 7:54 video

Model Rhett Tucker

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production 08/13/2020

Red Carded by LAshyguy

30 photos; 6:31 video

Chip had been playing soccer since he was kid, and he was damn good at it. He never played professionally, but it was always something he did to relax and keep in shape. Unfortunately, some of the other teams in his recreational league were still trying to recapture their glory days, and took things too seriously.

Brendan played for the Pythons, a fitting name when you got to know what a snake Brendan was. He would do anything to win, even if it meant breaking a rule of two to do it.

The Pythons were scheduled to play Chip’s team, the Bay City Detectives, in the finals for the championship. And Brendan knew well enough that Chip was the best player on the team. He thought the easiest solution would be to injure Chip right at the start of the game. Sure, he would get thrown out, but it would almost certainly guarantee The Pythons first place. Then, an awful idea struck him after downing one too many beers, one that he’d have to live with for the rest of his life.

The morning of the game, Brendan pulled up to Chip’s house. He knew he would have to be quick so the neighbors didn’t hear anything. Chip was in excellent shape, but Brendan had at least twenty pounds on him, and Brendan was confident he could overpower Chip.

Brendan grabbed a small bag out of his trunk containing some rope and a leather gag he received at his bachelor party as a joke a couple years ago. He rang Chip’s doorbell. There would be no talk. As soon as the door opened, Brendan would pounce and have Chip trussed up before he could react. The door open, and Brendan was on Chip before the word “Hello” could be uttered. Brendan shoved Chip back and muscled him to the ground.

“What the hell, Brendan,” Chip shouted.

“Sorry, man. You’re just too damned good, and I can’t have that on the field today,” Brendan replied. Brendan spilled out the contents of the bag, ready to fulfill his plan.

“Well, you’re not gonna have a choice,” Chip said as he quickly wriggled out of Brendan’s grasp and clamped his legs around Brendan’s head, securing it in a vice.

“Let…go…” Brendan said as Chip applied pressure.

“You didn’t know I’m also a trained MMA fighter, did you, Brendan,” Chip said with a wry smile on his face. “Now put your hands behind your back.”

“Go to hell,” Brendan replied. Chip squeezed his legs, and Brendan felt the pain intensify to the point where he almost XXXX. He quickly put his hands behind his back.

Chip grabbed some rope and secured Brendan’s hands behind his back in seconds.

“Eagle scout, too, asshole,” Chip said. With Brendan’s hand’s secured, Chip released the leglock and pounced on Brendan’s back.

It took less than a minute, even with Brendan trying to fight back. Soon, Brendan’s legs were tied.

“Let me go,” Brendan cried out, and that’s when the leather gag went into his mouth. Chip secured it tightly around Brendan’s head. “Mmmmph!”

“Much better,” Chip said. “I don’t want the neighbors hearing you once I do this.”

Chip grabbed Brendan’s soccer short and pulled. It resisted, but eventually the seams gave. Brendan cursed inaudibly and thrashed about, but there was nothing he could do.

“Sorry, but I have to admit that I’ve always wanted to see you with your shirt off. And I have to say, I’m not disappointed.”

Chip grabbed more rope and wrapped it around Brendan’s chest. He added more to Brendan’s wrists and legs, just to be safe, before standing up and admiring his work.

“I’m sorry, Brendan, but it looks like you’re going to miss the championship game. Considering that I was supposed to be in your current position if you had your way, I’m don’t really feel guilty about any of this. However, I’m not a complete jerk. That floor must be really uncomfortable.”

Chip pulled Brendan to his feet and threw him over his shoulder. Brendan marveled at Chip’s strength. What a mistake he made underestimating Chip.

Chip dropped Brendan onto the bed, walked over and lowered the blinds, then sat next to Brendan.

“Comfortable,” Chip asked.

“MMMMPHHH!”

“Judging by your expression, I’m going to guess that wasn’t a nice word. Anyway, one last thing.”

Chip grabbed one final piece of rope and proceeded to hogtie Brendan, ending any chances of his escape.

“That should keep you nice and secure until after the game. When I get back, I promise to untie you. However, I might have a little fun first.”

Brendan shook his head violently in protest.

“Relax, I’m just kidding. I’m not a monster. But I might not be back for a few hours. My buddies and I are probably going to hit the bar after we win the championship.”

Chip got up, shut the light and left the room.

As Brendan lay there listening to Chip’s car sail off in the distance, Brendan struggled until his muscles ached with exhaustion. As the hours ticked by awaiting Chip’s return, all Brendan could do was reflect on how stupid he was, and wonder what Chip would do when he returned.

The End.

Brenden played by Vincent

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:05/08/2014

Buff and Bound

21 photos; 7:01 video

Model: Kevin
Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 11/14/2015

Defiant By Fidelis

26 photos

“GMMWHATMMDOING? GGGLLLHEEELLLPPPP!”

I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. Some ruffian had XXXX me down as I entered my home. I had struggled with my muscular captor, but to no avail. His heavy but firm body had pinned me to the floor – I could feel his bulging muscles pressing against me through my suit. I squirmed ineffectively beneath his bulk as he pulled my hands behind me and bound them tightly with rope.

“I demand that you unhand me…GGGGGLLLMMMPHH!”

“You’ll keep your trap shut if you know what’s good for you. I’ll put your lights out if you don’t shut up.”

This warning was a trifle superfluous since I was now biting down on a piece of knotted cloth. I had seen it pass before my eyes, and I seemed to be gagged with a bandanna. I did attempt to utter a protest against this impolite treatment, but I was a rewarded with a slap on the back of the head, and something sticky placed over my mouth. Hmm, I detected the scent of duct tape. What else could be so effective at keeping me really quiet? This was no amateur; he meant business. More tape was placed over my eyes. I lay there – my hands tied behind me, gagged and blindfolded, at the mercy of this muscular brute.

“GMMWHATMWANT? GGSSMEANINGMOHMTHIS?”

“Are you stupid? Didn’t I tell you to keep quiet? I guess you want to play rough.”

“MMMOOMMMPHHH! MMMOUCH!”

The fiend struck me, and then I felt his big hands grabbing me and dragging me roughly to my feet. Something hard was shoved into the small of my back. He patted me down, finding the wallet in the back pocket of my trousers. I shuddered as his hand fumbled with the button, squeezing my buttock in his haste. My goodness, but he did have big hands. I wondered what the rest of him was like. I could tell that he was tall and muscular, but what did he look like? Would I ever find out, as was I going to be robbed and left here helpless? Or perhaps something worse would happen to me. My brain was working overtime as I was pushed through my home.

“OK, we’ve gone far enough. Take a seat, mister.”

“MMMOUCH!”

The bastard hadn’t even sat me down on one of my comfy chairs. I could tell that he had made me down on one of the wide window sills that this old house sported.

“GGGMMAAAAHHH! MMNOTSMMTIGHT! GGMINDMSUIT!”

He was winding rope uncomfortably tightly around my knees and ankles. If he ruined my new suit, I was going to be really ticked off. I had just paid a bundle for it, and I didn’t think that my insurance would pay for a new suit.

“You sit there, nice and tight, big boy, while I see what kind of stuff you’ve got lying around this dump. Sheesh, that fancy car you’re driving and that expensive suit of yours made me think that you were loaded, but there doesn’t seem to be much around here. I’m going to find out – let’s hope that you have something worth taking. Otherwise, I’m going to be really pissed off.”

Hmmph, what an unmannerly lout, criticizing my humble abode, whilst an uninvited guest! Not just unmannerly, but a lout with an undiscriminating eye. Why, my Bokhara alone was worth a few grand, and then there were my first editions…hmmm, perhaps I was lucky that he did seem to be such an uncultivated boor. I was quite attached to my precious possessions. In the meantime, I wasn’t going to sit there like a bump on a log. My previous struggles had ticked him off – I was interested to see what he would do if I did manage to get free. Besides, I was a bit uncomfortable – sitting on the hard window sill was likely to give me piles. I tentatively began to test the ropes. Damn, but they were tight. Once again I realized that this fellow was no amateur. He must have done this before.

“Whaddya think you’re doing. I told you to sit tight! Geez, but you are real dimwit, aren’t you?”

“GGGGLLLLLAAAAAAAMMMPHHH!”

He had grabbed my tasteful silk tie and was twisting it in a way that constricting my breathing. He certainly was being quite rough. I felt a familiar twitching. If only I could see what he looked like….

“MMMMOUUUCCHHHHH!”

My wish was answered almost immediately. I had the feeling that my eyebrows were no longer as thick as they had been, but I was finally able to get a good look at my captor. I felt the bandanna tied between my tooth get wetter as my salivary glands went into action. My, but he was a brawny specimen – big and blond and built like a tank. His leather jacket and jeans were unable to conceal his quite spectacular physique. This guy wasn’t a gym bunny; he had got that incredible body either through hard manual labour or from playing sports. It was a good thing that I was gagged – otherwise I would have been drooling in an unbecoming way.

“There, now you won’t be going anywhere. That should keep you safe and sound for quite a while. Now I’ve got to finish going over this joint. You must have SOMETHING worth taking!”

I was a in a pretty pickle. The rope that was around my neck was quite snug – I now had an excellent view of my knees. I also had a raging erection – I could feel myself oozing. Darn, even if my suit wasn’t ruined by the rough usage that I had experienced, it was going to be stained, and stained in most embarrassing place. I tried to shift my body, to make myself more comfortable. If only I had a free hand…but then if my hands were free, this situation wouldn’t be half as much fun. Trussed up and gagged by a handsome, muscular robber. What more could a fellow want? I winced as I heard crashing and smashing sounds. This guy might be a stud, but I had the uneasy feeling that my collection of Sandwich glass was no more. I suppose that it was too much to hope that I would be taken captive by an attractive and erudite thief.

“Damn you, there isn’t anything in this place but a bunch of junk. It was barely worth the cost of gas to follow you here. Come on, tell me where you’ve the good stuff hidden!”

He undid the rope around my neck and then ripped open my shirt and pulled on my necktie. I nearly shot my load when he did this. His huge hands wandered over my body, before he shoved me back into the corner.

“Are you going to tell me where you’ve got the good stuff, or am I going to have to work you over?”

I muttered defiantly through my gag, and glared at him. This fellow was going to find that it would take a lot of working over to make me talk!

The End

Model played by Chris

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/08/2005

Skinnyboy

24 photos; 5:11 video

We like to see Donovan hog tied

Model:  Donovan

Photography by Caitiff

The Bored Guard

20 photos; 3:14 video

"Its so boring down here.
Why am I guarding a filing cabinet anyway?"

The Guard played by Felix Fox
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12-14-2020




Tags: uniform, GID, stuff gag, cleave gag, socks, black socks, hog tie