Punk Ass Bitch by Caitiff

28 photos

"Hey Pig! You can't keep me!" Steve Yeager, the thuggish looking youth in the back of Officer Gold's patrol car.

"Shut up" was all Officer Gold said as he continued driving down some back roads into a quiet suburban neighborhood.

Steve, however, continued to cop an attitude. Seventeen and already he knew it all. He was a high school drop out with a record longer then his arm. But as long as his rich Daddy was willing to grease a few palms, talk to a few golfing buddies, this didn't mean much to Steve.

Until Officer Gold saw him, hanging out on a street corner. Steve didn't see Gold. Not at first, But when Steve snatched some fruit from the bag of an old lady carrying her groceries home. All Steve wanted was a little fun to kill time. He was going to give the pleading old bag her fruit back..eventually. But he never had a chance. Before Steve knew he was there, Officer Gold had pushed his face into the sidewalk and pinned Steve's arms behind him so he could be cuffed.

"Here you go, M'am." said Gold , handing her her stolen food.

"Oh thank you officer! It's such a shame that we have to put up with ruffians like thi! They should teach these young men how to show some manners!""

"Yes. Don't worry. I'll take care of it."

That had been ten minutes ago. And during that ten minutes, Steve had been screaming at Gold to let him to, that his father would have his badge, that he was going to file police brutality, ect ect...

Officer Gold was unimpressed.

Finally they arrived. But it wasn't the police station. At least none that Steve had ever seen all the other times he had been arrested. Gold pulled Steve out by one arm and led him to the door of a small house.

"Hey! What the fuck! This isn't the police station! What' going on here!" Steve protested as he was led inside.

Gold's reply was quick and to the point. He tripped Steve, sending him crashing to the ground.

"What the Mmmmpphhh!" Gold's hand tightly clamped over Steve's mouth, cutting off the invectives. The hard, cold look in Officer Gold's eyes kept Steve quiet as much as the hand over his mouth did.

"In case you haven't noticed," Gold explained in a matter of fact way that belied the dangerous look in his eyes," You are cuffed and under my control. No one can hear you, no one knows you are here. I can do anything I want with you and no one will ever know. Do you understand?"

Steve gave a weak nod.

"Good. I'm glad we're on the same page here. But still, I think I'll keep you quiet for a while." Steve soon had a small rubber ball on a strap being XXXX into his mouth. it was then tightened into place. The foul taste of the ball filled his mouth and Steve thought he was going to be sick.

Gold then sat his prisoner on a chair and soon had out clothesline with which he immobilized Steve. Steve's arms were XXXX back and his shoulders and elbows were tied uncomfortably together. Then more rope went around his torso, knees and ankle's. Steve gave out a groan as he he vainly tested his bonds.

"Don't be a wussy" Gold said, smacking Steven on the side of the head. Gold then went and turned on TV and began watching.

What the hell was going on? thought Steve. And how was he going to get out? A million scenarios ran through his mind, none of them good. This cop was obviously psycho. For all Steve knew, he was about to be XXXXd and murdered by some serial killer cop! And Gold was right about no one knowing where he was. Steve could expect no help. But maybe, if Steve could get this guy to take the ball gag out his mouth, he could be convinced he was worth more alive then dead! His Dad was filthy rich. He had more money then he knew what to do with, as Steve well knew since he had forged a number of checks with his dad's name on them and the old man never seemed to notice. Steve could buy his way out this with his father's just like he had every other problem he had ever had.

"Mmmm mmmpphh mmm!" Steve grunted. He needed to explain to this guy that Steve could pay any ransom. But the gag made everything he said an unintelligable mumble.

"Don't talk with your mouth full" Gold said, his eyes never leaving the TV as it showed Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

"Maa Mmmmhhaa Mmmmnnneeee!" Steve said, trying to enunciate the words 'I have money' as well as he could through the gag. Gold turned to Steve.

"Excuse me?"

"Mmmaaa...Kaaa...Mpeeee...Ooooo....Mmmmphhnnneee!" Steve grunted out as best he could.

"You can pay me money?" Gold asked back, finally getting what Steve was trying to say. Steve vigorously shook his head yes.

Gold turned back to the TV. "You should know money isn't what I want you for."

A cold chill ran down Steve's spine. If this guy didn't want money then there had to be only one thing this guy wanted. Though his dad had always bailed him out, Steve had been in jail long enough to know what young tight ass like his was worth to the cons in jail. Could the cops be any different?

Steve seemed to get his answer when Gold called someone on the phone. Steve strained to hear what was being said.

"Right, I got him....Just like you wanted him......The training should take a little while, like we discussed, then he's all your's to with as you please....Don't worry about it, I can MAKE him cooperative. ... Ok, be here at three and you decide if you still want him or not. Good bye."

Shit! Steve wasn't going to just get XXXXd, he had been sold into some kind of white slavery ring! And now his buyer, probably some rich perverted dude as old as dirt, was going to take him home as his personal sex slave. And there wasn't a damn thing Steve could do about it!

At three, Steve was untied from the chair though he remained cuffed and gagged. Then his pants were stripped doff, leaving him in his boxers.

Steve tried vainly to fight but Gold was much bigger then he was, knew how to restrain someone, and wasn't already cuffed and gagged like his prisoner was. Steve's feet were soon tied and he was let squirming on the floor as Gold went to answer the door.

All sorts of thoughts were racing through Steve's mind. Was this guy going to fuck him right on the floor? Was the cop going to join in too? What if he didn't wan to buy Steve, what would happen to him? Would they at least use lube?

Then the man at the door came into the room and like Steve expected, it was an old guy. What Steve didn't expect was that the old guy was Steve's DAD!?

"Mmmmpphhh!!" Mmmm-mmmm!" Steve exclaimed though his gag. Was he going to be ransomed after all?

"Hello son," Steve's father said with a sigh. And Steve suddenly noticed that his dad wasn't too quick to untie his bound son or that the cop didn't seem particularly mindful of having his hostage's father running around his house. Gold had gone back to watching TV. Enterprise was on. What was going on?

"I'm sorry but this is for your own good." Steve's father continued, "I can't let you go to prison but I can't keep cleaning up your messes anymore either. This officer says he can teach you some manners. Hopefully, you'll be free in time for your eighteenth birthday when your records get sealed. A clean slate...wouldn't that be nice?"

What the fuck! His own dad had had him XXXX? And he would be let go when he turned 18? That was six months from now! And being bound and gagged all that time, held prisoner by some. psycho cop?! Steve would have preferred to be sold as a sex slave.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmm!" Steve moaned but his dad wasn't listening. Steve was soon alone with Officer Gold.

 

"I think we'll try a hog tie. That should settle you down enough for me to finish watching Roswell."

 

Six months later, it took almost the entire time, but Steve did eventually reform. He even got used to the taste of the ball gag in his mouth.

 

The End

Steve played by Philip

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/23/2002

Bunched Up

3:45 video

Nick Dick Tied

24 photos; 4:33 video

Model: Nick Armor
Photography by Caitiff

 

 

Date of Production: 03/10/2020

Meet Micah

28 photos; 6:11 video

Model: Micah Stone
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 03/10/2020

Wage Slave

21 photos; 2:52 video

Office Worker played by Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 01/16/2020

Caught Snooping

30 photos; 5:09 video

Joel played by Chad

Franklin played by Cole

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:11/30/2012

Desperate Housewife by JM

29 photos; 3:04 video

 Mr. Johnson seemed harmless. He was a quiet non threatening man with little to say except that I was doing a good job. This was always curious to me because in contrast his wife was a hot vivacious woman. I figured he probably just had a lot of money and gave her all she wanted. Unfortunately for her she didn’t have everything she wanted I never meant to get involved with her, but I couldn’t resist. She came on strong and I was single what did I have to lose?

The routine was always the same; Mr. Johnson would leave for work early when I would first arrive. I rushed through the yard work and made my way inside where Mrs. Johnson and I would spend the rest of the day in bed. She was my favorite customer. I will admit I always felt guilty about taking money on payday, but hey as far as I saw it I was providing a double service.

Little did I know that Mr. Johnson had suspicions? Not of me particularly, but of his wife and many others. Apparently the Mrs. Got bored often and sought solace in the arms of many men. She was rich, beautiful, and married to a boring man. Mr. Johnson had hired a private investigator to follow his wife, only at the time she wasn’t even leaving the house to get her kicks, I was the idiot coming to her. The P.I. had been watching our routine for weeks and Mr. Johnson was about to let me know exactly what he thought of me.

The particular morning started as usual. I ran through my work and went inside to see her. We made love like we always did and I quickly fell into a deep XXXX. Sometime during my XXXX he got up and left the house to run errands. I was into such a hard XXXX I didn’t notice when Mr. Johnson came into the room. He hadn’t gone to work at all that day, he parked around the corner and waited. I didn’t notice when he bound my wrists tight with rope. She had worn me out so well I didn’t notice when he knotted the rope around my ankles. I was about to get a quick wake up call when he tied my sweetly dirty sock in my mouth.

I awoke stunned and scarred trying to clear my head. “MMMPPPHHH”, I screamed. I tasted the sweat in my mouth. My eyes cleared up and saw Mr. Johnson glaring at me. “MMMPPPHHH!” I rolled and tried to get my hands loose. I fought and pulled at my ropes in vain. “How could you do this to me Mark?” “MMPPPHHPLEASMMPP”, I screamed. “Mark I never thought you of all people would do this to me. My wife is a beautiful woman Mark, I know she is. She gets bored with me and has done this before, but never with someone I know. This ends now.”

I pulled and yanked at my ropes and screamed through my salty gag. He stood and left the room. I fought hard again, I was getting exhausted. I got to my feet and began to hop towards the door. He walked back in and pushed me onto the bed. He tied me into a pig tie, and sealed my dirty sock with a sticky strip of duct tape. The smell of sweat and adhesive gagged me. I tried to push him away but there wasn’t much I could do. I lay there watching him exhausted from my struggle. He pulled out a suitcase and began to pack his clothes.

I watched intently wondering when she was coming home. I wondered what he was going to do with me. “Well I guess this is it Mark. I’m leaving. Tell that whore I am going to leave her with nothing; she won’t be bored if she actually has to get a job. By the way here’s your money for the day.” He duct tape a twenty dollar bill to my chest and left. I struggled hard once again but decided to wait until she came home. When she finally did she screamed at the sight of me bound and gagged. She untied me and I explained what happened. I ran out of the house and never went back. I hear she married another rich old guy. I wonder if she needs another lawn boy.

The End

 

The Lawn Boy played by Mike

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 11/26/2008

Late For Dinner by Fidelis

24 photos

Jeez, Jay thought, can it really be that late? Time really flew when you were relaxing. Well, he deserved to relax; it was his day off after all. He looked guiltily at the pile of laundry that he carried out here this morning, intending to fold it. Oh well, he would get to it later. He would watch just one more show, and then he would finally get dressed, fold the laundry, clean the bathroom, start dinner….Hmm, screw all that. Rick could take him out for dinner tonight. He had promised that he wouldn’t work late like he usually did. Jay was glad that he wasn’t a workaholic like Rick, putting in 14-hour days on a regular basis. He stretched out on the couch, yawning. Maybe he would have a little XXXX before Rick got home. Sitting on the couch all day was tiring.

"Honey, I’m home!"

Jay woke up with a start. Shit, it was 6 o’clock already, and he still wasn’t dressed. Rick was going to be pissed. He was always lecturing Jay about being lazy; Jay was going to have a hard time persuading him to take them out to dinner tonight.

"Jay, what are we…..hey, what the hell have you been doing all day! You promised that you would clean the place up, and make dinner. And you’re still not dressed!"

Jay rolled his eyes. Damn, it was going to be the LECTURE again. Rick would go on and on and on about responsibility and sharing duties and making something out of your life. Ugh. Persuading him to go out for dinner was going to be tough. Gee, he had a really nasty look on his face. Jay could feel the righteous indignation radiating from Rick. To his surprise, Rick turned on his heel and stormed off. Hmm, usually Jay was the one who indulged in temper tantrums. Jay could hear loud crashes and bangs coming from their bedroom. Moments later, Rick, reappeared, carrying a bundle of rope.

"Ricky, I’m sorry. Why don’t we go out to dinner, and I’ll clean some of this up when we get back?"

"I don’t think so. If you want to spend all day watching the boob tube, you can spend all night doing the same thing."

Jay’s jaw dropped, but before he could say anything, Rick was on top of him. He was like a madman. Jay couldn’t believe that this was his starched, buttoned-down uptight Rick. Rick pinned Jay to the couch, and working with incredible speed he had Jay roped up a like a calf waiting to be branded. Rick stood up, face red, panting, his tie askew.

"I suppose that you forgot that today was our anniversary. I brought a bottle of champagne home, to drink before we ate the dinner that you were supposed to be preparing. But since there isn’t any dinner, that means no champagne – at least not for you.

Oh shit, Jay thought. Now he was in deep doodoo.

"Ah, Ricky, I’m sorry I forgot. I promise that I’ll.."

"SHUT UP!!! I don’t want to hear another word from you. Here, this will make sure that you don’t say anything else."

"Rick, no, don’MMMMMPPPHHHHHH."

"You wanted supper. You can chew on that instead."

"GGGGMMNOO. MMRRRICKKKKK!"

Jay tried to spit out the white sock that Rick had shoved deep into his mouth. Yuck, it tasted horrible. Before he could get the sock out, Rick picked up an undershirt from the pile of laundry, and advanced towards Jay. Jay didn’t like the look on Rick’s face – he looked really nasty. Jay had never seen him so upset. What was he going to do with that undershirt?

"MMMRICK? GGGMNNOOO!"

Rick planted one knee in the middle of Jay’s chest as the tied the undershirt around Jay’s head.

"That will keep you quiet. I’m doing you a favour, aren’t I, Jay? Now you have a good reason to sit on the couch and watch TV instead of doing something useful and constructive. Have fun! I think I’ll take myself out to dinner. La Grenouille sounds good to me. Bye."

"MMMMNO! GGCMEBACK!"

La Grenouille! This wasn’t fair! Rick was going to have dinner at the nicest restaurant in town, and he was leaving Jay behind! No way. Jay wasn’t going to take this lying down. He would get out of these ropes in no time at all, and if he hurried, he could join Rick before he had finished ordering.

Oh boy, Rick had really tied him up tight. Jay noticed that his hands were turning a funny colour, and he was getting pins and needles in his hands and feet. Blah, that sock that Rick had shoved into his mouth really didn’t taste very nice. Brrrr, Rick must have turned down the heat before he left. Jay was shivering. Perhaps it hadn’t been the smartest thing in the world to sit around all day in his undershirt and boxers, not in the middle of January.

Brrrrrinnngggg. Brrrrinnnnggggg. Jay stopped struggling for a moment. The answering machine came on. He could hear Rick’s voice.

"Jay, I thought that you would like to hear what I have ordered for dinner. To start with, carrot and fennel soup, then lobster in sauternes, and to end it all, their special Grand Marnier soufflé. Mmm, washed down with a nice bottle of Chateauneuf. Doesn’t that sound good? Ah, and this martini is delicious. I hope that you’re enjoying your sock. Byeeee."

"MMMNNOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Jay was desperate! His stomach was rumbling, and his mouth was watering, making that nasty old sock ever soggier. He had to get to La Grenouille. He threw himself off the couch and starting making like a crab. He would crawl there if he had to; it was only a few blocks away. Perhaps they might overlook their dress code for once. Slowly, ever slowly, he made his way towards the door.

THE END

 

Jay played by Rod

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 07/25/2003

Friction

24 photos; 6:50 video

Model: Floyd Fitz

Model: Chad

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 05/21/2012

All the Tied Moves

30 photos; 6:27 video

Wrestler played Rick
Photography by Caitiff

 

 

Date of Production: 02/20/2020

Gagged Business Hunk

35 photos; 8:03 video

Gagged Business Man played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff

 

 

Date of Production: 02/19/2020

What Does This Smell Like To You?

21 photos; 8:47 video

BoundGuy played by Alan
Salesman played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff

 

 

Date of Production: 01/11/2020

Against the Wall By Caitiff

21 photos; 3:48 video

“On Your knees! Against the wall!” They commanded. Greg didn't’ have any choice.

Black rope was brought out. Greg’s hands were pulled roughly behind his back. Around and around the ropes went, binding Greg’s hands at the wrists. Cinched tight so that Greg had no slack.

More rope, this time binding his chest. Again, coils of rope was tightened around Greg’s broad chest. His arms were pinned back. Greg gave the ropes a bit of a test when the invaders weren't’ looking. No slack, no chance of escape.

“Shut him up!” and Greg knew what was coming. The bandanna was knotted in the middle. That part was XXXX between Greg’s teeth. He bit down hard on the lump of cloth filling his mouth. The guy tied the ends of the bandanna behind greg’s head. It was incredibly tight. Greg knew he had no chance of prying it loose, no matter how hard he pushed his tongue against the wad of gag that was now keeping his quiet. Greg let out small muffled moans through his gag.

Greg had to sit on his ass, tied up, while the men took his stuff. There went his new plasma screen. His computer followed. Greg’s $ 600 suit, gone into a bag along with every knick knack that looked like it had even an ounce of value.

“Mmmmmm!”, Greg couldn’t take it. They were even taking his furniture. Soon Greg would have nothing left but an empty house. He struggled and twisted, even though he knew it would do no good. Greg rolled on the floor as much as his bondage allowed, which wasn’t much. But he never got very far beyond the wall. At best all Greg could do was pound his helpless body against it, for all the good that did. The walls were so thick no would hear his thumping. The thick gag made yelling not an option.

Greg had never been helpless in his life. He had never been tied up before. He had never been gagged before. Greg had never before been in a situation where his muscles couldn't’ help him. Now he had all the mobility of a worm. the only sounds he could make was faint mumbling.

This was too much for the robbers, it seems. They pushed him onto his stomach, laughing as they did so. They XXXX his knees up to his hands. Ropes (where did they get it all?) went from his feet to his hands and back again. Greg was made into a human bondage ball, held together by lengths and lengths of coiled clothesline.

The men laughed as Greg rolled around helplessly. They mocked the big tough muscular man they had reduced to nothing. And they did more then laugh. They watched as the stud failed to get loose. Greg knew he was fucked but he struggled anyway. He tensed the muscles in his beefy arms and broad chest and back. His ass was XXXX to work to keep his head up.

The men watched and liked what they saw. This guy was probably the nicest thing in this dump.

“Make room in the truck. We’ll take him too.”

“Mmmmmmm!”

The End

 

Greg played by Matt

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:02/25/2010

Bonding By Caitiff

21 photos; 5:15 video

“So do you want to go to the parK?” Ken asked his step son, Jeff.

“Nah” Jeff said as he watched TV.

“Ok. What about a movie?”

“Nah.” Jeff said.

Ken sighed. This was supposed to be a chance to get to bond with his new step son while his wife was visiting her parents. But all the kid wanted to do was watch tv.

“All right then. We are going to take a walk to the park. Get your shoes on.”, Ken demanded.

Jeff sighed. “All right. Whatever.”. Jeff groaned a she went out to the garage where he left his shoes. For the life of him, Ken had no idea why the kid kept leaving his shoes all over the house.

“And put on a shirt too!” Ken called before Jeff went into the garage.

Ken was busy getting his own shoes so he had no idea that two men had sneaked into the garage and grabbed Jeff. The young man was soon bound up, his hands above his head. His feet were tied with more rope.

Jeff could hear his step dad coming to the garage. “What’s taking you so long?” Ken asked from the kitchen.

Jeff of course couldn't’ respond as he had been gagged with a thick plug gag.

“Hey answer me dam.. What the hell! MMMMMMPPHH!?”, Ken was grabbed by the men and bound up just like Jeff. A ball gag was shoved into his mouth, keeping him quiet.

“Jimmy Montoyo says hello!” one fo the men said and Ken’s face went pale. Oh shit! Ken had not paid Jimmy and obviously these goons had come to collect. Ken had his hands tied up above his head next to Jeff.

“Mmmm!”, Ken mumbled.

“Relax. We’re just going to take what you owe from what you own.”

The men tied both Jeff and Ken together back to back and then went into the house to take any valuables they could.

Ken meanwhile could only struggle and moan nex to the half naked Jeff. He had to make sure he got loose before his wife came home tomorrow. If only so he could bribe Jeff not to tell his mom how he had spent his week end.

Ken didn't’ think this was what she had had in mind when she said she wanted Ken to bond with Jeff.

The End

 

Ken played by Cliff

Played by Garrett

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:04/24/2012

Diplomatic Immunity by Fidelis

27 photos

 

 

Anton adjusted his cap, so it was at just the right angle. Oh yeah, he looked hot in his uniform. He straightened his tie and brushed a fleck of lint from the lapel of his jacket. He wanted to look his best when he left the Lower Slobovian embassy. The women in this town really seemed to like a man in uniform, and it didn’t hurt when he told that them that he was the Lower Slobovian military attache. He picked up his briefcase and left through the back door, making his way to his car. Damn, but the alley was dark. Why the hell didn’t someone replace that burned out light? This place was a bit spooky at the best of times, but it was a shortcut to his parking spot. What was that? Anton glanced over his shoulder. It was probably just a cat prowling through the garbage. Or maybe it was a big rat. Anton walked a bit faster. He could see the light at the end of the alley. He was just a few metres away from the busy street and the bright lights. It was Friday night and the place would be hopping. He could almost taste the vodka that he was intending on XXXX. Shit, but that must be a big rat scurrying through the trash. Anton turned to look again and saw stars floating in front of his eyes before everything turned black.

 

Anton groaned as he woke up. Oh, but his head hurt. He must have put away a lot of vodka to feel this lousy. He couldn’t even remember hitting the bars. This was the worst hangover he had ever had. He couldn’t even open his eyes – they felt all sticky and horrible. What the hell had he been up to last night? He had a horrible taste in his mouth too – he really needed a glass of water. He had to get up and get something to drink. Then he realized that he couldn’t move. His arms were pulled behind him, in a very uncomfortable position. The reason he couldn’t see anything was because something vile and sticky was covering his eyes. The same nasty stuff was pasted over his mouth. What was going on here?
"MMMMPHHHHH!!!! GGGMMMMGGHEEELP!"
"Oh, I see that XXXX beauty has finally woken up. It’s about time. I didn’t think that that little love tap would have put you out all night. Welcome back, soldier boy."

 

"GGGMWHEREGGMAMMMI? GGGOORMMU?"
Anton turned his head from side to side, trying to locate the source of the voice. He couldn’t see a thing with the tape covering his eyes. Whoever was speaking to him seemed to be moving around. The voice began speaking again, right in front of him.
"You want to see where you are? That’s reasonable enough."
"GGGGGGAAAAAOUUUCCCCCHHH!"
Anton howled as the tape was ripped from his eyes. It felt as if his eyebrows had been removed along with the tape. He blinked as he looked up at the burly figure in front of him.

 

"GGMIMDEMANDGGOOLEMMEGO! MGOTMMDIPLOMATICGGIMMUNITY!"
Anton gasped as the burly fellow grabbed him by the neck and squeezed hard.
"I know exactly who you are, pretty boy. Why do you think we grabbed you? Your country is being very recalcitrant regarding some rather delicate negotiations. We know that your father is the deputy Prime Minister. Once he sees the pictures of you, we feel certain that your country will see the wisdom of granting us what we want."
"GGMMMNEVER! GGGAAAHHHH!"

 

"Don’t make me hit you again. It would be a real pity to mar that pretty face of yours. We want to return you as good as new once our demands are made. Or almost as good as new. You do look rather fetching in that uniform of yours. I think that I’m going to start collecting on the fringe benefits of my job once we find out that we have been given what we’re asking for."
Anton shuddered as his captor stroked his cheek. What could he mean? What vile plans did this man have for him? As he watched the man stroking his bulging crotch, he had an inkling of what was in store for him.
"You just sit tight, while I got in contact with the team. I won’t be long."
Sit tight, Anton thought. Not bloody likely. He wasn’t going to sit around while his country was being blackmailed. Plus, the thought of being a fringe benefit for this guy didn’t appeal to him at all. He was going to escape! He was trained for this sort of thing!

 

Damn, but these ropes were tight. Some sort of devious American knots must have been used. Anton couldn’t get the rope to loosen at all. Never mind, there was a handy door across the room. He would just hop over there, open the door and get out that way. Even in America, surely someone would call the police when they saw a bound and gagged man in uniform hopping around.
Anton groaned in frustration. The door was locked! Either locked or stuck. He looked around the crumbling room in which he was imprisoned. It could be either – this place looked as if it had been abandoned for years. However, there was a window not far away, an open window! If he stuck his head out the window, someone would see him and rescue him!

 

Anton peered through the vine-covered window. There was no one in sight. No one to see his gagged face. He almost wept with despair.

 

"Where do you think that you’re going? I can’t have you escaping, that would spoil all of our plans. I can see that I have been too kind to you. That lovely face of yours has disarmed me. I must make sure that you are nice and secure. It looks as if the deal is almost done, and then…fringe benefit time!"
Anton felt most unwell. His fiendish captor had dragged him further back into the dilapidated house, and had indeed made him very secure. The rope around his neck was uncomfortably tight. Once he had been hung up, his taker had twirled him around a few times, warning him that if he tried to escape another time, he would be made even more uncomfortable. Anton didn’t care – the honour of his country and his own virtue were at stake. What was a little bit of discomfort compared to national pride? He was determined to get away, or at least to alert someone to his predicament. His hopping days were obviously over, but he could still cry out for help if only he could remove this wretched tape from his mouth. Ha, his captor wasn’t so smart after all! He hadn’t wrapped the tape all the way around Anton’s mouth! If he could just rub his head against this wood, he could loosen the tape and yell for help!

 

"GGMOUCCHH!" Oh, but that splinter driven into cheek was really most painful. But the pain was a small price to pay. The tape was almost loose. Just a little more friction, and …yes! His mouth was uncovered!
"HELP!!! SOMEONE HELP ME! I’VEE BEEN TAKEN!"
"Tsk, tsk, soldier boy. What did I tell you about trying to escape? But it doesn’t matter now. The negotiations were short and sweet, and we have what we wanted. Now, it’s time for me to collect my benefits. I’ve got a few hours yet before I drop you off. A few fun-filled hours!"

 

The End

 

Anton played by Antonio
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 09/15/2015

Bare Ass Naked

35 photos; 4:45 video

Model: Ned
Photography by Caitiff

 

 

Date of Production: 05/29/2010

Escape the Room

30 photos; 5:55 video

Model: David
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 01/29/2020

Using What You Got

32 photos; 8:28 video

Home Owner played by Jon Storm
Masked Man played by Alan
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 01/11/2020

Every Player for Himself

30 photos; 5:28 video

Orange played by Dante
White played by Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff

 

 

Date of Production: 01/16/2020

Sexy Short Shorts

24 photos; 4:05 video

Model: Chad
Photography By Caitiff

 

 

 

Date of Production: 02/22/2012

Rastled!

30 photos; 4:03 video

Model: Rawy
Photograophy by Caitiff


Date of Production: 08/15/2009

Bad Apples

40 photos

Model: Gurth
Photography by Caitiff



Date of Productsion: 07/03/2003

Leashed

24 photos; 4:51 video

Model: Chad
Photography by Caitiff

 

 

Date of Production: 06/06/2013

Why Am I Tied Up?

30 photos; 9:17 video

Frat Boi Played by Rick
Photography by Caitiff

 

 

 

Date of Production: 02/20/2020