Can't Trust You

18 photos; 3:43 video

Gaqgged Bear played by Rex
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of production: 09/23/2020

Tight Hold By Caitiff

34 photos; 5:32 video

It was all supposed to be so simple. Roger needed money. He didn’t even realise that people bet on college wresting. But a guy approached him with a very tempting argument. If Roger, the star wrestler on his team, “disappeared” then his team would most likely lose. The guy would make lots of money and would cut Roger in for half.

Roger felt bad but a butt load of money would soothe a lot of guilt. What made Roger a bit leery though was that the guy wanted it to look like a takening.

It started out simply enough. Roger would be at the campus in full view an hour before the match was scheduled. A van would pull up and Roger would be “XXXX” into it by masked men.

That was ok, Roger supposed. What he wasn’t so sure about was the part where Roger had his hands tied tightly back his back.

“Hey, what are you...Mmmpphh!”, Roger’s complaints were cut off when his shanghaiers shoved a red bandanna into his mouth, wedging it between his lips. It was tied so tightly that Roger couldn't’ shake it off or loosen it with his tongue.

Ok, this was a bit too realistic. He had agreed to this. It wasn’t as if he was going to resist or run away. But it was too late now. Roger had committed himself.

Gagged, Roger couldn’t even ask where they were going. He estimated the van drove for about an hour before it stopped and side door opened. Roger was shoved out. He was half marched half shoved into a basement apartment.

Just cooperate and it will all be over ina few hours, Roger thought to himself as he was shoved onto a bed. At least he would be somewhat comfortable though the bondage still seemed a bit excessive.

The shanghaiers got out more rope that was used to tie up Roger’s feet and legs. The rope bound Roger’s thighs to his ankles and his toes. Roger felt really constricted by the rope binding him.

Even though he was here by choice, Roger began to struggle against his bondage. He rolled and twisted but he didn’t find any slack. He was held tighter then he had ever been held by any competitor. A wrestler may get tired if you struggled enough. But the ropes just got tighter.

“Mmm!”, Roger moaned through his gag, begging to be let go. He would promise not run away or cause any trouble if they would just untie him.

His shanghaier’s response though was the opposite to what Roger had wanted. Instead of untying him, they tied him with even more rope and then sealed the cleave gag into his mouth with tape. Just to make sure he knew who was in charge, Roger’s captors pinched his nose close. Roger struggled but couldn't’ get away to catch a breath until the shanghaier decided to let go. Roger got the message. He was totally helpless. His captors could do whatever they wanted to do to him.

This takening was becoming way too real.

Roger didn’t know how long he lay on that bed. The match must have ended by now. Soon this ordeal would be over.

It must have been late afternoon when the man who had originally talked Roger into this deal walked into the room.

Thank God, Roger thought, now I can be let go and get my money.

But the man had other ideas. “Has our boy been good?”, the man asked.

“More or less. But if he keeps it up we may have to put him under for shipping.”

Shipping?! What were they talking about.

“That’s ok. We just need to hold him a few more weeks so we can get the ransom. Poor schmuck. He just stood there and let us take him thinking he would make some money. Like anyone bets on college wrestling.”

Roger’s heart leapt to his throat as his shanghaiers, his very real shanghaiers, laughed at their very real captive.

The End

 

Roger played by Xavier

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 03/13/2010

Office Hijinks by LAshyguy

21 photos; 5:30 video

This has to be the most embarrassing predicament I’ve ever gotten myself into, and that includes skinny dipping with my scuba instructor while my wife was sunbathing on the beach. Granted, I haven’t exactly been the most loyal of husbands, but my wife doesn’t exactly live a horrible life. As the chief executive officer at my very successful company with a house in Bel Air, a summer home in Oahu, and a chateau in Nice, it’s safe to say that my adorable little gold-digger of a spouse just needed to look the other way in regards to my extracurricular activities to continue enjoying her lavish lifestyle. But after this, I can safely say divorce bells are in the air.

I’ve had my share of flings at the office, executive assistants, managers, even a vice president or two over the years, but never in my wildest dreams did I ever expect to find myself slumming it with the help. Consuela came into the office every time after hours to clean up, and for some reason, I found myself drawn to her. Now, she had been cleaning my office for over a decade, so what made me want her tonight was beyond me, but the sex drive wants what it wants. Before I knew it, we were on top of my desk doing what I do best outside of signing multi-million dollar deals, and all was right with the world…until she showed up.

I don’t know how I forgot she was meeting me at the office tonight, but it slipped my mind. Skyler walked in just as I was getting to the good part. I jumped off Consuela and quickly tried to explain, but there wasn’t much of a point. Skyler unloaded on me like never before, admitting to knowing about my previous adulterous encounters. My response…I told her to shut up and be grateful for the life I’ve given and continued to give her. I think that’s where I made my mistake, because before I knew it, she pulled her shocking Mugger-B-Gone device out of her five-thousand dollar purse, and everything went dark.

When I awoke, I couldn’t see a thing, and it only took me moments to figure out why. A blindfold impeded my vision. Reaching up and removing it would’ve been nice, but my hands were bound behind my back, my arms pinned to my side, feet tied together. That warm taste in my mouth was my own saliva drenching the bandanna stuffed inside and secured with several layers of tape wrapped around my mouth. I managed to pull myself to my feet, but that was the best I could do. I didn’t want to risk hurting myself by jumping around blindly in the dark, and I definitely didn’t want to rip the ten thousand dollar Armani suit I was wearing. All I could think about was Skyler, and how wonderful it would be to have my lawyers eviscerate her in divorce court. She won’t see a dime of alimony. She could go back to living with her middle-class working parents in their single family home in the middle of Nowhere, Idaho.

I twisted and turned to try and get myself free, but the knots held tight. I tried calling for help, but it was no use. It was probably the middle of the night by now, and the only person in the entire twenty story building was the security guard on the first floor. And I guessed they didn’t install security cameras in every single room, so I was pretty much screwed. That is until I heard a door open to the outside floor. With a glimmer of hope, I started yelling as loudly as I could through my gag.

 

***

I swear these night shifts were taking too much of a toll on me…and my family. I’ve asked to be switched to the day shift, but the seniority card kept getting played on me. I thought about going out and finding another job, but this place took care of me well enough. Plus, everyone on the twentieth floor was really nice to me, except for Mr. Brandt. Brandt was the CEO of the entire corporation, and I had heard stories about his tyranny, but it wasn’t until I was transferred to the twentieth floor that I got to witness it firsthand. He treated his employees like trash. In fact, the only ones he ever favored were the pretty young women who I was sure he was messing around with, even though he was married. One time I forgot to clean the trash in his office, and I was called into the office...on a Sunday, mind you…to get chewed out by him. I guess money doesn’t buy you kindness; it just costs you a soul.

Tonight I happened to be fifteen minutes early, so I took it upon myself to head up to twenty and get started early. As I walked down the hall, I saw beautiful blonde wearing clothing and accessories that probably added up to my annual salary. She stopped me in the corridor and smiled.

“Are you responsible for cleaning this floor,” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.

“Good, because I left you a rather large piece of cheating trash in your facilities closet.”

She walked off without another word. Cheating trash? What did that mean?

I found out moments later as I opened the main office door and hear the muffled sounds coming from the facilities closet. I walked over and opened the door, and there was Mr. Brandt, bound, gagged and blindfolded in the closet.

For a moment, I stood there in stunned silence. Here was one of the richest men I’ve ever encountered in my life, completely helpless. It quickly dawned on me what was going on here. Cheating trash? Apparently, Mrs. Brandt caught her husband in the act and somehow managed to subdue him. The rope and tape she used were from the closet, and the bandana covering his eyes was one of mine.

My first instinct was to untie Mr. Brandt and let him go, but then that Sunday morning came screaming back into the foreground of my memory. Between that and whatever he did to his poor wife, I decided it was time for me to teach Mr. Brandt a lesson.

 

***

The wave of relief that washed over me was nearly euphoric. Whoever this person was, they were going to get handsomely rewarded once they untied me. And by handsomely, I meant I’d have them fired. There was no way I wanted this embarrassing situation to get out, and the last thing I needed was a witness to it. A CEO needs always has to appear powerful and in control, and being tied up, gagged and abandoned like a piece of garbage was not the image I needed spread around the office. Mr. Brandt is flawless in the eyes of his servants.

I tried explaining to the person who found me to take out the gag first, but it was no use. All I could get out were some loud MMMPHS at best. However, clearly this person would just untie my hands; once those were free I was sure I could manage the rest. Even removing the blindfold would help, at least so I could identify my rescuer and plot his professional demise. But what happened was completely unexpected…and absolutely infuriating.

My “rescuer” grabbed me by the ropes and gently led me out of the small room. It was hard to move because my feet were tied together, but his gentle tugs at the ropes XXXX me to either hop forward or lose my balance and fall to the floor. Not wanting to further embarrass myself, I followed his tugs and hopped my way out of the room.

Why the hell wasn’t this guy untying me? Doesn’t he know who the hell I am?

 

***

It was clear to me that Mr. Brandt had no idea who I was thanks to the blindfold. As I gently pulled at the ropes around his chest, XXXX him to hop forward at my command, I started to smile. Mr. Brandt always seemed to take pleasure in treating his employees like slaves, constantly berating them and making them feel worthless. At least, that’s how I felt when he scolded me for my mistake. Now it was my turn.

After getting Mr. Brandt out of the room, I wheeled up a small white chair next to him. I led him down into the seat, assuring him that everything was fine. Mr. Brandt followed my order and sat down. There was nothing more enjoyable than watching this multi-million dollar tyrant cater to my command. This is what it felt like to be in charge, and it felt fantastic.

 

***

This was completely unacceptable. Here I was, the richest man in this building, probably in the entire city, and I was at the mercy of this peon who was playing games with me. He sat me in a chair, and instead of untying me, pulled the chair into the center of the room. What the hell game was he playing here? I pleaded with him through the gag, but he couldn’t understand a word of it. Even if he did, I don’t think he was listening to me anyway. And that wet bandana in my mouth was leaving a really sour taste now, pissing me off even more.

At first, I had no idea what this guy was doing while I sat in that chair completely helpless. Was he just leering at me? Plotting? Was he pleasuring himself in front of me? I tried expelling every creepy thought my imagination could come up with and focus on the problem. I needed to get free, and I needed to do it now.

I started struggling, twisted my wrists every which way to find some slack to pull on, a knot to untie and make my escape. But the more I pulled and twisted, the tighter the ropes were getting. I have no idea how my wife knew how to tie knots, but the ungrateful wench finally proved to be good at something. In the meantime, I had no idea what the hell this guy who found me was doing. I continued to struggle until I heard a strange sound in the room. It sounded like a light whoosh going across the floor, and after a few moments, it finally dawned on me what was happening. This guy was sweeping the floor while I sat here bound and gagged at his mercy.

 

***

Despite the fun I was having with Mr. Brandt, I still had a job to do. So I broke out the broom and started sweeping around my clearly irritated captive. Every so often I would stop and listen to him plead through that mass of tape covering his mouth, making every single word he uttered completely inaudible. Once he realized I wasn’t listening to him, he would return to struggling. That was even more fun to watch. He turned his body and limbs in every direction imaginable considering his limited range of motion. And even though I couldn’t see the frustration in his eyes, it was evident.

After I finished sweeping, Mr. Brandt said something in his breath that almost sounded like begging, or at least, that’s what I chose to hear. I thought he was finally starting to break down, which was exactly what I wanted him to feel. I wanted him to feel what it was like to be someone like me, someone who looked at a rich man like him and felt completely insignificant and helpless. Clearly this was an extreme situation, but knowing the roles were reversed and he was finally realizing it gave me a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. Someone was finally reaching through that arrogant, pompous exterior and exposing Mr. Brandt for being just like everyone else.

I thought at this time, I could untie him and he would’ve learned his lesson…but I wasn’t done cleaning yet. So I pulled out the vacuum and started cleaning the carpet. Little did I know how much more spunk Mr. Brandt had left in him, because he started thrashing and complaining the minute I turned on the vacuum. Clearly there was more he needed to learn.

***

First sweeping, and now vacuuming? I couldn’t take any more of this insolence, but there was nothing I could do about it. It was clear this guy was enjoying himself, enjoying watching me suffer. And if there’s one thing I find completely demeaning, it’s showing weakness in front of another human being. I kept trying to break free of the ropes, but nothing was working. I filled my mouth up with more saliva than ever before in hopes of wetting the tape enough to slide it off my lips, but that didn’t work either. That stupid bandana was soaking up most of the saliva, and even if I got the tape wet enough, it felt like there were miles of it around my mouth. I even tried raising my eyebrows up and down in hopes of slipping the blindfold off. Nothing was working…and this guy was just vacuuming around me. He even lifted my feet by the ropes that held them together to clean the carpet under them.

This wasn’t funny to begin with, but firing this guy wasn’t going to be enough now. Now I was his special guest, even if he wasn’t the one who tied me up and left me in that other room. This was takening, and the police were going to be involved once I was free.

 

***

By this point, I was pretty much done cleaning up the office. I looked over at a very exasperated, tired and very angry Mr. Brandt and contemplated my next move. Obviously, I couldn’t untie him now. Not only would I lose my job, but I’d probably wind up in jail. Sure, I didn’t take him to begin with, but holding him here like this was clearly some kind of offense in the eyes of the law. So, I grabbed the chair, which luckily was on wheels, and wheeled it and Mr. Brandt back into the facilities closet.

I was sure it wouldn’t be hard for Mr. Brandt to figure out who was cleaning this twentieth floor tonight. My keycard would prove I was here. However, I had a plan to take care of that. When I came to work tomorrow, I would put in a request for a new keycard and explain that my keycard went missing shortly after arriving for work tonight. Between that and the fact that Mr. Brandt never saw my face, I thought that would be enough to cover my tracks.

I closed the facilities closet door and headed out the office. I stopped before leaving just to listen to Mr. Brandt’s muffled screams for one last time. And in those final pleading cries, I thought to myself…I think he’s finally learned his lesson.

 

***

I couldn’t call the cops on him. I could easily find out who cleaned this floor tonight, but involving the police would only mean making this entire embarrassment public knowledge. I couldn’t do that to myself. My credibility would take a serious hit. And I couldn’t bring this up to my lawyers either for the same reason. Skyler and this idiot who left me here were going to get away with this…maybe. It all depended on whether or not I could free before the morning shift arrived.

I continued to find a way out of the damn ropes, but nothing was working. As the night wore on and my energy depleted, I started to wonder what I did to deserve this. Then I thought of Consuela, the scuba diver, and the countless other women I treated like objects that were used and discarded. I thought about my mystery rescuer who didn’t rescue me at all. Was he someone I mistreated, too? Maybe I should really think about how I treat other people before…

Screw that. I needed to get the hell out of here before the morning. I started struggling with all the energy I had as the dark, endless minutes ticked away in my mind.

 

 

 

Model: Joe

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 4-25-2015

Take One for the Team

24 photos; 1:36 video

The Football Player played by Mickey O'Shea

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:02/08/2013

Stroked

24 photos; 6:48 video

Victim: Dylan
Bad Guy: Dean

Date of Production: 

Can't Get Out

27 photos; 8:38 video

Model: Dante
Photography by Caitiff

 

 

Date of Production: 09/21/2020

Not Ready for You Yet.

18 photos; 6:34 video

Captured Super Hero played by Rick
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/19/2020

Stripped Down

27 photos; 3:50 video

Bound Guy played by Vladimir
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/11/2020

Nice and Comfy

28 photos; 4:00 video

Model: Aiden

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:01/23/2014

Taken by Rundawg

24 photos; 3:19 video

Jackson was the typical spoiled rich kid. His parents gave him anything he wanted and he never worked a single day in his life. This lifestyle also gave him the ego that would eventually get him into trouble. The week before he had made a few bets on a boxing match. His luck was not all that great so he ended up owing the money to some local hoodlum. Jackson had avoided his calls, thanks to caller ID.

One afternoon Jackson decided to read the manual to his state of the art tv. He had paid some big money for that thing and was ready to watch some sports. He did not notice the two thugs enter his home. They crept behind him as he read. Before he could say anything a heavy hand was clamped aorund his mouth

"mmmmppphhhh" he cried.

"Shut up punk! Time to teach you what happens to spoiled punks like you"

One of them pulled a hankerchief and immediately gagged Jackson. The other used some rope to tie his hands behind his back. Then the gag was secured with duct take. Made it hard for him to make any sounds. He was laid on his stomach and hogtied with the rope. Surely he was nto going anywhere.

"Man that was record time! We better call the boss and find out what he wants us to do with him." said one of the thugs. The two walked into the other room, leaving Jackson tied up and gagged.

Jackson could hear them talking to someone, probably on some cell phone.

"Yeah we got him. He's not going anywhere. Yeah he's hot looking so maybe we can give him to that slave trader that you know!"

As soon as Jackson heard that he started to panic. What the hell do they mean by slave trader. He started to try to move his hands around.

"mmmmffffllllpppp. Somemmmfffbofffy mmfffeelllppp!"

He knew that there was no hope. He lived too far out in the hills to even have a neighbor see anything fishy.

"Yeah the last guy we sold him was mega bucks for us. I know we get some kind of bonus, right!" said the thug on the phone.

Jackson had another idea. Maybe he could roll his way out a door. The UPS man should be making his rounds soon. He tried to move his hogtied body around. This was harder than he thought. There was no way to go in just one given direction. He tried to go left, but his weight would shift him right, and vice versa. After what seemed several minutes, he noticed that all he did was go around in a circle.

By this time the thugs came out of the other room.

"Where the hell do you think you're going! You know those ropes are so tight the more you struggle the more tired you are going to get."

The guy with the cap began to feel on Jackson's chest.

"Yeah this one is pretty solid. I can get me a piece of him before handing him over." he reached over and rubbed on his cock. "Oh man he's getting a bit excited too!"

Jackson had no idea what was going to happen next.

"Ya know what. The boss man gave you the address to deliver him right?"

"Yeah, why" asked the other thug.

"Well since he is not going to see this merchandise I say we have a little bit of fun with him before we give him to the buyer. This could be part of our bonus"

The other guy smiled. Jackson was now scared at what these guys were thinking.

"You have a point. Let's load him up in the van and drive to that secluded place we passed by. We can break him in and make his transition a little bit easier for him."

"mmmppphhhh.....mmmpphhh!" yelled Jackson

"Oh save those yells, rich boy. There are going to be plenty of them before we get through with you!"

Each thug grabbed him from the side, putting their hands under his ass, like a chair. As they lifeted each one grabbed a handful of his ass, making Jackson yell one last time.

"Relax, rich boy. After the first fucking the rest is easy. You dont want us to drop now do you? Might as well just relax and enjoy it because it is now your new life. You should have paid the boss man."

Jackson looked at his big home and realized that he had screwed up. All of this was no longer going to be his. He should have paid the boss man and left the big dogs alone.

The End

 

Jackson played by Chester

The Kidnappers played by Sammy and Rod

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 01/26/2006

Cry In The Dark by Caitiff

25 photos

How long had he been like this? Ramón couldn’t say. he last time he had known freedom was now just a distant memory. The time when Ramón could move about without the tight restraints binding his movements had long passed. The ability to talk as normal people did, without the large ball gagging his mouth, rendering everything he said into an intelligible ‘mmph’s was gone.

Ramón did know that his shanghaier would be back and soon. That was a fact Ramón had no doubt was true. Ramón could see the intent of his shanghaier as soon as he had picked Ramón up hitchhiking on that lonely road, knew that escape was impossible as the man calmly explained to his soon to be captive how he had been stalking Ramón without his knowledge for days, sizing him up. Ramón could have resisted as his arms were bound behind him, The stifling gag shoved deep into his mouth, but he didn’t. Ramón was led meekly tot he back of the shanghaier's car and stuffed into the truck with only the barest of muffled moans escaping Ramon’s gag. Ramón only gave his captor a pitiful, pleading look as the trunk of the car was closed on his captivity began,

Truth was, Ramón had wanted the man to grab him. when he looked into his shanghaier’s hard, lustful eyes, he knew exactly what was going to happen to him and any futile resistance Ramón could have put up melted away.

Now he was in the man’s house, the straps binding his arms helplessly, rope lashing his body tightly to the chair. The ball gag was still in his mouth and kept all but a pitiful moaning from escaping Ramón’s mouth. across the room, a TV played a porno filled with bound and gagged men. To get Ramón “in the mood” the shanghaier had said.

“Mmmmpphhhaaammmm!!!” Ramón grunted into his gag. He knew it was useless. The shanghaier had made it pretty clear that his house was in the middle of nowhere, no one would hear him. No one had ever heard the other “boi’s” that the man had grabbed, men that, like Ramón, had been taken to be used by the man, trained to do whatever Ramon’s master wanted him to do, and then kept continually horny in the basement to await his captor’s pleasure.

Ramón shifted, his pants growing tighter , as he thought of the stable of naked men that must be right below him, all bound and gagged, all writhing for release in vain. All of them unable to do anything for themselves or Ramón but listen in gagged silence to Ramón’s frantic moaning.

“Mmmmmmm-MMMMM!!!!” Ramón let out another muffled cry for help. He wasn’t even sure why he persisted in doing so when he know his cries would never be heard. Nor what Ramón struggled so desperately when he was totally tied up, even though he had been totally passive when the restraints were being applied. But somehow Ramón couldn’t help but cutting loose now. The bulge in his shorts, the only article of his clothing he still wore, grew larger the more he struggled.

Ramón's heart beat faster as he imagined al the different ways that his new “Master” would train him. The way the shanghaier’s hands and body had rubbed against Ramón's half naked tied body before he left, the hardness in the man’s pants was large as Ramón’s had been to much to bear. The fact that Ramón had been totally helpless to stop any of it had almost made him explode right then and there. The porno the man had on the TV gave Ramón a pretty good idea of what he could expect when his shanghaier returned.

Ramón struggled even harder now. The urge in his crotch was too much, he had to get release. Ramón knew that he could expect to be re bound on the man’s bed, naked and writhing. And then he would be at the man’s tender mercy. And then the man would bring up one of his earlier “prizes, a blond muscle stud that looked just like one of the men in the video and then they would be tied together and then...

“Oh, not again!”

With a start, Ramón turned around to see Kevin, his room mate, standing in the doorway! Shit, Ramón had lost track of time!

“You know, if you want to be kinky, that's your business. Bu this is the third time I’ve found you like this while watching porn. Can’t you just jerk off like normal guys?”, Kevin asked.

With the ball gag still firmly in his mouth, Ramón couldn’t respond except with a muffled “Mmmmpphmmmaamm.”

“Ok, well if this is what you are into it, lets make it even better!” Kevin said as he tightened the straps, removing the slack that would have let Ramón free himself when he was ready. Shit! Now he was really tied up and helpless!

“Well, you have fun watching your moving. I may let you go ...after I take a XXXX and then get some dinner. Later Bud!”

After a XXXX and dinner!? Was Kevin fucking crazy!?!

“MMMMMMMMM!!!!”, Ramón moaned as loudly as he could, demanding that he be released right now. But Kevin had already walked away and the ball gag was every bit as effective in reality as it had been in Ramón’s fantasy.

 

Ramone played by Kent

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/23/2007

Cuddle Buddies

22 photos; 5:53 video

Model: Dante

Model: Donovan

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 4-19-2015

The Plumber

5:51 video

Plumber played by Dick Bob
Home Owner played by Axl James
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 08/02/2020

Just Socks

33 photos; 5:22 video

Bound Guy played by Manny
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/10/2020

On the Deck

29 photos; 5:37 video

Enjoying the Sunshine

Bound Guy played by Alan
Photography by Caitiff

 

 

Date of Production: 06/05/2020

The Room Down the Hall

21 photos; 5:38 video

Model: Derek

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 10/22/2014

Janitor's Closet

22 photos; 3:54 video

Model: Chad

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:07/23/2013

LET'S GET PHYSICAL By Marty

20 photos

Like most personal trainers, Ricky was unnecessarily cocky. The knowledge that it was his golden touch and harsh words that transformed fat losers into people who could almost look as good as he did was what kept him going; in point of fact, Ricky viewed himself as godlike. Unfortunately, his bad attitude didn't help him in the romance department; the ladies he dated quickly grew tired of conversation that centered only on physical conditioning, skin creams, and how much money Ricky made. Of course, Ricky was so self-absorbed that he never really noticed that he couldn't get more than one date with anyone. 

But now it was 2 in the morning, and Ricky was at the gym working out. It was a 24-hour gym, and he was the only patron, which always made him very happy; he never thought that mere mortals had the right to share his workout space. It just happened he was able to get one of the private studios to use. As he watched himself in the mirror for the next forty-five minutes, all he could think about was exactly how godlike he really was. In fact, he was so wrapped up in his thoughts about himself that he never heard the intruders enter the workout room until the click of a scream brought him to his senses. He turned around and saw a large and very-well-built male figure wearing all-black and a ski mask.

"Don't try to be a hero, beautiful," the man said, as Tony put his hands up. "We've already got the guy at the front desk taken care of. This is a simple robbery; it's your bad luck you're here." The masked man revealed some lengths of rope. "Hands behind your back."

For all his macho bravado, Ricky was terrified of the man, and he wordlessly put his hands behind his back. The masked man quickly set about the task of tying Ricky's wrists and then his ankles, then whipped out some sort of dark cloth and gagged the trainer.

What surprised Ricky the most was that he couldn't get out of the ropes no matter how hard he struggled. As he watched the masked man rummage through his gym bag on the floor in the corner and remove his wallet, cell phone and Palm Pilot, he felt a sense of powerlessness to which he was completely unaccustomed. It was the realization that his attacker was actually in better shape than he was that finally XXXX Ricky to whimper through the gag cleaved across his ripe lips.

"No one can hear you, wussy," the masked man said. "You might as well stop trying." He came over and spent the next few minutes hog-tying Ricky, ultimately rubbing a gloved hand all over Ricky's rippling biceps and pecs. "Damn, man. You must bench way over three hundred."

"Fffffrrrrr," Ricky said, against his better judgment.

"Four, yeah? Wow," the masked man replied. He bent down and looked right into Ricky's frightened eyes. "If we had time, I'd stay here and fuck you into next week. I bet that would take you down a peg, huh?" Ricky moaned and shifted uncomfortably. "Too bad there's no time. But I've got your address, so maybe I'll just pay you a visit sometime. I think you need a new kind of training." He rubbed his crotch. "And I'm gonna give you a hell of a workout." He planted a quick kiss on Ricky's gagged lips, stood up, and left Ricky tied and struggling on the floor.

Eventually, Ricky and the guy at the front desk managed to free themselves and call the police, although the burglars were never caught. But the whole thing was a very humbling experience for Ricky; he never quite thought of himself the same way again.

A couple of weeks later, there was a note in his mailbox:

"Dear Wussy, Expect a visit."

The End?

 

Ricky played by Tony

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/05/2002

No One Likes a Tease by Caitiff

36 photos; 5:31 video

 Harry had started his day normally. He washed up, checked his e-mail and got ready for his jog.

One e-mail caught his eye before he logged off. He had been playing around with this one guy, Hotroper69 online about a “takening”. The idea of wanting to be taken seemed absurd to Harry but he played along. It was kind of mean but Harry figured the guy would never find him so what was the harm?

“Would you be ready today”, was all the e-mail said. Sure, Harry typed back but neglected to give a time or his address.

Harry soon forgot all about that as he went out for his morning jog. He probably shouldn’t have. Unknown to him, the guy who wanted do tie him up was waiting outside his house.

Harry got into the alley behind his house before a chemical soaked rag was shoved over his face. Harry went down after a few moments of struggling.

When he woke up he was tied up hand and foot.

“Hey, what’s going on here.”

Before him stood a man in black. “You said you were ready today. So i came out. The surprise make sit more fun.”

“Wait what?..Mmmmppphhh!”, Harry was cut off as layer after layer of athletic tape was wrapped over his mouth. Oh my God, this is Hotroper69! But how had he gotten here so fast?

Harry struggled against his bondage, trying to get free or at least get the gag off so he could this guy he was just joking. Sweat beaded down his brow as Harry remembered all the stuff he had “agreed” that Hotroper69 could do to him if he XXXX Harry.

HArry had never been tied up before and it was probably his lack of experience that kept him from getting loose. Harry had had no idea that a guy could be tied up so securely. As much as he rolled around and strained, Harry made no progress.

“Ok Stud, enough fooling around. Time ot get down to business.”

“Mmmmpphh!” , Harry tried talking through the gag but it did no good.

Harry was XXXX to his feet and onto his dresser. Harry’s shanghaier spent several minutes feeling up his bound and muscular stud.

“Mm..!”, Harry grunted as his nipples were pinched and his package felt up.

I should never have given this guy my real picture, Harry thought.

Harry was shoved over onto his stomach and then tightly hog tied. If the simple rope bondage he had been in before was inescapable, this was even worse. The rope tied Harry’s hands tightly to his socked feet. But that was noting compared ot what occurred next.

Harry’s shorts were pulled down, exposing his bubble butt.

“There’s what I came for.” Hotroper69 said as he gave Harry’s ass a hard slap. “I’,m so glad you agreed ot do this today, stud. I was beginning to think you were just some troll leading me on. Now we can have some real fun.”

The End

 

Harry played byJace

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:06/10/2010

Nice to Meet You

4:23 video

Always fun ot meet new people

(Sorry, no  photos for this.  But the video is pretty hot)

Bound Guy played by Axl James
Bad Guy played by Dick Bob
Photography by Slade Lycan


Date of Production: 08/02/2020

Circuit Boi Bound

30 photos; 5:07 video

Circuit Boi played by Rhett Tucker
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/17/2020

Firing Your Boss

31 photos; 5:37 video

Bound Guy played by Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/10/2020

Jokes On You by JMZ

40 photos; 5:29 video

I watched as he withered helplessly on the floor. I couldn’t help

but chuckle as he yelped and kicked at me. I didn’t mean to be so

cruel, but it was a game we played for years. This time however it

seems I had the upper hand. There was no way he was going to

top this one. I may have gone a little too far, but what was really

too far.

 

Gary and I had been roommates for a couple of years. We met at

college and had a lot in common. One of these things was our evil

sense of humor. We had spent the last two years trying

desperately to one up each other. It all started with a harmless

joke involving whip cream and a feather, but it quickly began to

escalate. We couldn’t seem to help ourselves. Every practical

joke grew more elaborate and crueler than the last. Our girlfriends

completely ignored us when it came to our infantile jokes, but

each was willing to help when it asked to participate.

 

The pinnacle of jokes came when Gary did something to me that

took hours to rectify. My girlfriend was steaming and I did

everything I could to defuse the situation while Gary and his

girlfriend laughed their asses off.

 

Gary’s joke began simply. He got his girlfriends younger sister to

text me. He knew I had left my phone at my girlfriend’s house the

night before. He got to text me a steamy sexy message. He knew

my girlfriend would read this and respond. His girls little sister

pulled out all the stops and seemed to grow momentum with

every response my girlfriend posted. After all was said and done

to say I was in the dog house was an understatement.

 

I got back to her house that night and was met with tears and

barrage of curse words. I was completely dumbfounded. I didn’t

understand what was going on. After she threw my phone at me

and I read the texts, it all became all too clear. I finally got Gary to

confess along with his girlfriend. I sat angrily on the couch and

tried desperately to figure out my revenge. Surprisingly my

girlfriend came up with the solution.

 

Gary was taking the next step in his relationship and meeting the

parents. I spent the whole day helping him get ready. I made sure

his tie was straight and his shoes were clean. He was more

nervous than I had ever seen him. He looked at himself in the

mirror and checked his breath, it was time to go.

 

With one good running start I tackled him to the ground. My

girlfriend ran in from the other room and produced the rope and

taped we needed to pull off our ultimate joke. He begged and

screamed for us to get off of him. My girl was a lot stronger than

she looked, and with the both of us on him, he had no chance.

This was going to be the joke to top all jokes. I only hoped that the

consequences would double those I had to face the week before.

We tied his hand tightly behind his back and the joke began. This

was never going to be topped.

 

To be continued……….

 

Gary played by ZackT

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:11/17/2010

Rolled by Kurt

35 photos; 4:03 video

He moaned into his gag as the stranger groped the hard package concealed in his pants.

"Yeah, I'll take a subscription," Burt said.  "How does one year in this 'House Beautiful' sound?"

Keith moaned....and cursed himself for not taking out that student loan.