In the Coach's Office

22 photos; 6:02 video

Model: Steve Thompson
Photography by Caiti8ff

Date of PRoduction: 05/25/2020

Car Nabbed

25 photos; 5:56 video

Model: Rex

Model: Jon Storm (bad guy)

Date of production 111/26/2020

Ready For Delivery

30 photos; 5:13 video

Mocdel : Chad
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/27/2012

Jumped and Tied

27 photos; 5:07 video

Bound Guy played by Matt
Bad Guy played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/24/2010

Rainbow

40 photos

Red: Rod

Orange: Gurth

Yellow: Matt

Green: Drew

Blue: Lewis

Purple: Angel

Photography by Caitiff

Strip Search by Marty

29 photos; 4:38 video

 "OK, ya got me," he said with his hands raised above his head as cops began getting out of their cars with their guns drawn. "So?" 

Fitzie was handcuffed as usual and read his rights, placed in the back of the first car, and they all sped off to the local clink. He was showered and strip-searched in the usual manner, dressed in issue coveralls, then placed in a cell alone. This bothered him a bit; he'd really hoped he'd be in with a bunch of two-bit losers who weren't in for anything as cool as bank robbery and he could brag his ass off. He didn't even opt for the one phone call, because there was nobody to call, and he figured something like that was for pussies anyway. About a half hour later, a guy came up to the doorway of the cell. "Mr. Fitz?" he asked. "No. Your mama," Fitzie spat with a grin. The guy laughed. "That's funny," he replied. "My name is Detective Black. I need to talk to you for a bit about what happened this morning in the bank and in the car." Two guards opened the cell door, took Fitzie by the forearms, and began following the detective down the hallway. Fitzie grinned at each of the guards and shrugged. So? This was just gonna be another one of those routine interviews, and they were always a laugh. They always walked into a room where the guards sat Fitzie in a wooden chair, unlocked and re-cuffed his hands behind him, and left. The detective sat and grinned at Fitzie for a few minutes, his smile almost as wide as Fitzie's own. And slowly, Fitzie began to realize that this was no ordinary interview room. There was no desk, no mirrored interview window, no bright light. His smile faded as he tried to figure out what was going on here, but he decided to keep his bravado. "So what led you into all this in the first place, huh?" the detective asked. "I've checked your record, and all you got is a few botched 

Petty charges. You're a CHILD, Fitzie. You know what happens to children? They get punished. They get punished BAD." "Oh, yeah?" Fitzie replied. "Fuck YOU, pig." The detective came towards him. "Ohhh..." he said with pity in his eyes. "See, now, THAT's where you made your first mistake. You shouldn't be calling people names. So let's make sure that for right now you can't call anybody anything and that you have no choice about it." He took a green bandanna out of his coat pocket and cleaved it inside Fitzie's beautiful mouth, tying it tightly at the back of his head. Fitzie struggled with all his might but couldn't work it loose, and just grunted and groaned into it. "Second," the detective said, taking a blue bandanna out of the same pocket, "children who are naughty shouldn't be allowed to see what's coming next," and promptly blindfolded Fitzie with it, while he struggled all the more. "And third," he continued, as he began caressing and pinching Fitzie's nipples through the overalls, "I think you need to examine what the word 'pig' means. To you, it means a cop. But to me," he said, "it means a boy who's powerless and wants to be taken over. That means you. Are you a pig?" He grabbed Fitzie by his now rock-hard dick through his coveralls. Fitzie had never been so scared in his life. "Mmmmph," he replied. "Is that a yes?" the detective asked. "Mmmph," he replied again, nodding his head. "Yeah, that's what I hoped," the detective answered. "But I don't think you're showing me enough respect. What you should be saying is, 'yes, sir.' Let me hear you say that," as he grabbed Fitzie's balls through the rough cloth. 

"Ymmmmph, smmmph," Fitzie replied meekly. "Good boy," the detective said. "You're learning. Maybe a few days of this will teach you not to rob innocent people and be so cocky. Speaking of cocky, though, I think I want to see you naked. It feels like you've got a pretty impressive piece under all that." For what could have been hours with his inability to see, Fitzie felt the coveralls being slowly ripped open and stripped off of him piece by piece. He couldn't believe this was happening, and he was terrified. The worst part of all was that his dick was standing at rigid attention, and fear wouldn't let it go down. What he wanted more than anything was for the detective to say something, but the entire episode was conducted in silence. It was impossible to know how many hours later it might have been before the shirt was hanging off his wrists and the pants likewise down around his ankles. All of a sudden the detective came up behind him and said, "They strip searched you when you came in, didn't they, boy?" By now, Fitzie knew better than to fight. "Ymmmph, smmmph." "I figured that," the detective said with a smile. "But I have a feeling there's just one little thing they forgot to do. You've seen prison movies, right?" Fitzie nodded his head. "Ymmmph, smmmmph." "Well, you know when they ask you to bend over and spread your cheeks?" Fitzie's imagination went wild and he started to panic, screaming into the gag. The detective grabbed him by the balls again. "Don't flatter yourself, you arrogant fuck," the detective spat, as though 

reading Fitzie's mind. "You're not about to get raped. You haven't earned it. But get yourself down on the goddamn floor on your knees and spread your cheeks. I want to see what you got." Practically crying now and whimpering into his gag, Fitzie fell to his knees with his head against the floor and pulsed his sphincter open. The detective knelt behind him, studied what he saw for a few minutes, then laughed. "Oh, yeah, I'm gonna have fun with this," he said. "When the time comes." He stood up, left Fitzie there, then slammed the door and locked it. And the voice of Fitzie's crime partner from that morning suddenly echoed in his head over and over. "Promise me you're gonna play ball with them and not be so fuckin' arrogant like you usually are. Promise me you're gonna play ball with them and not be so fuckin' arrogant like you usually are. Promise me you're gonna play ball with them and not be so fuckin' arrogant like you usually are." And Fitzie cried and whimpered into the gag that held him silenced. THE END? 

Prisoner played by Fritz Floyd
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/21/2012

The Swim Coach pt 2

20 photos; 5:21 video

Cont'd from The Swim Coach pt 1

Swim Coach played by Patrick aka Tynan Fox
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/29/2020

Team Hog Tied

32 photos; 6:12 video

Team Red played by Micah Stone
Team Blue played by Nick Armor
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production 04/26/2020

Just Relax

14 photos; 4:15 video

Model : Tristan
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/25/2012

Leather Bound

25 photos; 3:35 video

Model: Connor
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/27/2011

Amethyst

25 photos

Purple Model: Angel

Photography by Caitiff

Wrong Number by Caitiff

26 photos; 4:07 video

“That should take care of you” the thug said as he tightened the knots around Tony’s wrists. Tied up, gagged and naked, All Tony could do was glare at his XXXX. “Not going to be so quick to try to run if you're nude, now are you?”
The XXXX took out some more rope and began working on Tony’s legs. Tony let out a moan of pan as his family jewels were crushed.
Damn, this was the third time this year some schmuck had grabbed him. His dad was rich but how many ransoms would he keep paying out. Tony hadn’t even noticed the roofies in that drink at the bar.
The thug made a show of grabbing Tony’s clothes and taking them with him.
“I turned up the heat just for you, rich boy!” The XXXX said as he walked out the door, undoubtedly to make out the ransom note.
Tony madly began rolling around on the floor. He had been tied up enough as he was almost used to it. Surely by now he knew enough to get free. Naked or not, he would run out that door if given half a chance.
Unfortunately this guy knew his knots. The ropes didn’t budge. Worse, this guy hadn’t vacuumed in months from the looks of it. Crumbs and cat hair clung to tony’s naked skin.

But as he was rolling around on the floor, Tony noticed his chance. His phone had dropped put of his pants! If only he could call someone, he would be free and without having to wait for the police to find him like what usually happened.
Like a worm, Tony inched closer and closer to the phone. Dialing proved to be a bit tricky. Again and again Tony jammed his nose on to the buttons. Eventually he got a ring tone...
“Hello?”, Julie, Tony’s girlfriend answered.
“Mmmmm! Mmmmpphh!”, Tony moaned as loud as the tape gag would allow.
“Hello?!”
“”Mmmpphh! Mmmffaammm!”
“Is this an obscene phone call?”
Oh shit! If this girl hung up, he was screwed. Franticly he moaned and groaned though his gag into the phone. he had ot get Julie to recognize him!
“Is this Jason?”

Jason? Why would Tony’s best friend be calling his girlfriend?, “Mmmmnnn mmmmmooommmeeemm!”
“Jason i told you no kinky calls for a while! I think Tony is onto us.”
WHAT!? That two timing Bitch! “MMMMMMUUPPHHMMM!!!”, Tony groaned angrily into the gag, so loudly that his XXXX came back in!
“Damn, I always over look the cell phones!” the XXXX said as he quickly grabbed the phone and put his other hand over Tony’s mouth.
Alone in the room once again, minus the phone, Tony could only struggle and roll on the floor. being XXXX was bad enough. But he was really going to kick his friend Jason’s ass when he finally got free.

Stripped and Gagged

20 photos; 5:52 video

Bound Guy played by Rick
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 06/04/2020

Hog Tied and Bear

26 photos; 6:31 video

Model: Alan
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 06/05/2020

Wakey Wakey

29 photos; 7:01 video

Evil Boss played by on Storm
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production 05/05/2020

A Little Bonding

23 photos; 6:35 video

Models: Cliff, Rawy, and Garrent
Bad Guy played by Zac
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/12/2020

Career Counseling by Fidelis

22 photos; 3:04 video

"Hey, dudes, where is everybody?"
Nick looked around the empty office. OK, so he was a bit late – but just by a couple of hours. He had been doing serious partying the night before, and couldn’t be bothered getting out of bed on time. His old man owned the company, after all. He’d be back at school in another few weeks; he could party full-time then. Gee, where was everyone? Was he missing another boring off-site meeting? Not that Nick really cared. The absence of the rest of the staff just meant that he could play computer games without looking over his shoulder all of the time. Ramsay, his supposed boss, was always giving him hard time about that, along with a zillion other things. He had been in the Marines, and always acted as if he had a stick up his ass.
"What the hell…" Nick jumped out of his chair. One by one the overhead lights in the office were being turned off. Soon Nick was sitting in the only remaining patch of light.
"Who’s there. Come on, this isn’t funny. Turn the fucking lights back on!"
Nick was starting to feel nervous. This office didn’t have any windows, so there was no source of natural light. His scalp started tingling. He could hear a weird sound close to him – it sounded like muffled breathing. Nick’s heart started to beat faster. If this was someone’s idea of a joke, he didn’t like it.
"Stop it right now. If you work here, I’ll get your ass …GGGGGGAHHHHH!"
Nick clawed at the rope that had come out of the darkness: rope that had been slipped over his head and was being pulled tight around his neck. He was being dragged out of the pool of light and into the darkness of the rest of the office. He flailed about, trying to hit his unseen opponent but it was useless. He tripped over something, and crashed to the floor. Someone was on top of him, someone heavy. His hands were being pulled behind his back, as the rope around his neck tightened. Barely able to breathe, Nick was helpless to stop the unseen other from binding his hands behind him. Something sticky was slapped over his mouth, gagging him. More stickiness went over his eyes. Nick screamed a pain as a hand grabbed his hair, and dragged him to his feet.
"Get moving, you worthless piece of crap. Don’t even bother trying to struggle."
Nick whimpered in terror. He had no intention of disobeying the muffled, strangely mechanical sounding voice, not with that tight rope around his neck. Choking and gagging, he allowed himself to be pulled along, like a dog on a leash. He moaned in pain as he banged into desks and filing cabinets. He stumbled a couple of times, and each time he was pulled up by the rope that was almost strangling him. On and on they seemed to go, descending flights of stairs. Finally, the horrible journey stopped.
"Why don’t you hang around for a while, punk, while I get things ready."
"MMMMMNNNOOOOO!"
Nick started crying under his tape blindfold as he felt himself being strung. He was XXXX to stand on the tips of his toes as the rope around his neck was tied to something above him.
"MMMHEEEELLLPPPPMMMMEEEE! "
Sccccrrrrrccchhhh.
The piece of tape that had been covering Nick’s eyes was brutally ripped off. He blinked in the sudden light, and found himself face to face with his boss, Ramsay.
"MMMIMGGONNAMMGETMMDADMMFIREYOU! GGGJAIL!"
"MMMMOOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!"
Nick screeched as Ramsay grabbed a handful of Nick’s abundant hair.
"I wouldn’t be making any threats, if I were you, you worthless piece of crap. You’re certainly not in any position to be making threats, are you? And don’t worry, your Dad told me to whip you into shape, no matter what it took. Look at you. You’re a mess. Who do you think you are, some kind of skater punk. You’re a bit too old for that. Your Dad is sick and tired of you goofing off at school, barely passing. He thinks that you need some discipline, and I agree with him. Let’s get you ready for the first step."
"MMMWWHHATTTMMMDDOING?"
Nick was shaking with fear. He couldn’t believe that this was happening to him. He didn’t put up a struggle as Ramsay untied the rope from around his neck and shoved him into a chair. Even when Ramsay started winding more and more rope around him, tying him tightly to that chair, Nick didn’t try to escape. The look on Ramsay’s face had him petrified. It was a gloating, triumphant, totally unpleasant look.
"Tight enough, for you, punk? You answer when you’re spoken to! Do you understand!"
"MMMMYEETTTHHHH! MMMUNDERSTAND!"
"Good, I’m glad that we’ve got that part straight. You’re going to be learning how to take orders, and obeying those orders. No more of that "yeah, yeah, when I’ve got time, dude." We’ll make a man out of you. Won’t we, punk?"
"MMMRRRAAAGGHHHH!"
" I told you to answer when you’re spoken to! At least this messy hair is good for one thing. Too bad you won’t have it for much longer."
"MWWWAHHH?"
"But first, let me inspect you. Gee, you finally learned how to do up your tie properly. But you won’t need any ties, not where you’re going. Shit, boy, don’t you get any exercise at that school of yours? What do you, spend all of your time playing computer games and getting drunk? Don’t worry, you’ll get all of the exercise you need and more. That can wait. First, I’ve got to get you looking presentable. Do you see what I’ve got with me?"Nick’s eyes bulging out when he saw Ramsay holding a pair of scissors and an electric razor. Oh no, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t…not his HAIR! He couldn’t be serious! Nick screamed in XXXX and he threw himself sideways, in a pitiful attempt to avoid the advancing Ramsay. The chair crashed over to one side.
"Don’t bother struggling, dirtbag. You can’t get away from me now. You won’t be needing all of that hair, not where you’re going. It’ll be far too hot for you."
"MMMMMMNOOOOOOO! GGGMMMMPLLLLLLEEEEZZZZZ! GGMMNOTMMTHAT!"
Now Nick screamed and struggled, but it was too late. He could only sob hysterically as he saw his hair floating around him. Ramsay hacked off great hanks of it with the scissors, and then Nick heard the buzzing of the razor.
"Don’t worry, punk. You’ll fit in the rest of the guys, in the ARMY!"

Saphire

35 photos

Blue Model: Lewis

Photographer: Jake

Disrobed

22 photos; 4:55 video

Model: Cliff
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 11/05/2011

Ball Tied Struggles

26 photos; 5:12 video

Slade does hsi once a year bondage session

Model: Slade
Photography by TJ

Date of Production: 06/25/2020

Guard Duty

26 photos; 5:44 video

Guard played by Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff

Date of productrion: 06/20/2020

Gagging for It

20 photos; 6:35 video

Gagged Guy played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff

Date of production: 05/20/2020

Late to Work

24 photos; 4:35 video

Model: Dean
Phootgraphy by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/02/2012

Strapped

25 photos; 2:59 video

Model: Johnny

Photography by Caitiff