First You, Then Me

26 photos; 6:53 video

Trapped twink played by Vladimir
Bear Trap played by Dean
Phootgraphy by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/13/2020

Office Twink

24 photos; 4:53 video

Office Twink played by Dante
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/24/2019

Stringing Him Along

25 photos; 5:19 video

Donovan Was just playing his guitar when his rtoom mate had decided he had had enough

Everyone's a critic.

Model: Donovan

Photography by Caitiff

Your Training by Sammy

22 photos; 6:18 video

Gabriel had no idea what was going on.

All he could remember was his favorite dive bar "The Locker Room." He always went there to unwind after work. He knew everyone that worked there and often got more than a few free drinks.

The last round of drinks was entirely on the house and he remembered the alcohol hitting a lot harder than it normally did. After that he couldn't remember anything until he woke up here. He did not even know where here was.

As he looked around through eyes still fuzzy from alcohol, he realized he was in a run down one bedroom apartment. The paint was chipped and peeling and the place smelled musty. A muddy window on the wall gave only fleeting glances of passing cars as they zipped by some sort of alley.

At first he though the room was incredibly chilly but the goosebumps on his skin made him realize he was actually naked. He was lying on some worn spring mattress that was thrown haphazardly into a corner covered with a ratty blue sheet that was stained with what he prayed was sweat. From the smells assailing his nose it was apparent his prayers went unanswered.

He tried to get up put his movements were awkward and unbalanced. His first thought was the alcohol, but it rapidly became apparent that the actual culprit was the lengths of black rope cutting into his wrists and ankles.

Finally through the his alcohol addled mind realization began to set in he was trapped. One drink to many and he was bound and gagged and carted off to this shit stain of an apartment.

As panic slowly set in he began to struggle furiously and futilely against the rope. He couldn't even XXXX out the vicious plug gag shoved in his mouth. Eventually he exhausted himself in his futile attempts to free himself and collapsed on the filthy bed sweating and exhausted.

That was when a short unassuming man walked into the room through the only door. He was an impossibly average dark-skinned man with no other discerning features.

"Ah, good your awake. Now the process can begin", exclaimed the dark skinned man.

"MMMmmmPPPpppHHHhhh!" groaned Gabriel through his gag.

"What process you ask?" responded the dark skinned man.

"Why the training process, You will have to be properly trained and taught how to obey. I am afraid clients are not at all interested in a disobedient plaything."

Gabriel's eyes grew wide as the man approached him.

"This training can be as pleasurable as you wish or as painful as you need. Your choice. Obedience is rewarded, anything else is punished."

The End

Gabriel played by: Tristan

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:08/25/2012

Couch Potato

25 photos

Model: Hunter

Photography by Caitiff

Hunky Stud Roll

22 photos; 5:13 video

Model: Braxton

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 9/25/2014

The Store Manager

25 photos; 4:17 video

The Store Manager played by Dean
The Bad Guy played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/15/2020

Helping Hand Hazing

20 photos; 6:08 video

Rugby Player played by David
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/29/2020

Business Partners by TBBM

25 photos; 4:50 video

It was a Friday night at a busy office and Steve was waiting for his friend to finish up. The two of them had different approaches to how they went about working for the company they both had started at the same time. When it was time to clock off, Steve was out the door as quick as a shot, his brain completely switched off and eager to have his own free time before the next day.

Rick was the more serious of the two and felt he couldn't leave until everything he needed done was done and if that sometimes meant staying another five minutes to finish up, then that was what he would do.

This was one of those Fridays. Steve was eager to go to the bar, have a beer, play some pool and relax. Rick promised that he would meet him in less than ten minutes and to get the drinks in. Ten minutes soon became half an hour and Steve was getting a bit concerned for his friend.

He tried calling Rick but when the latter didn't pick up, Steve sipped his beer and quickly went back to the office to see what was holding up his friend.

As Steve made his way into the office, he heard moaning and soon saw that his friend had been tied and gagged to a chair. Steve looked confused as he went over to try and free his friend, ignoring the fact that Rick was actually trying to warn them that they weren't alone. Before Steve could do anything, the assailant who had Rick tied and gagged to a chair wasted little time in doing the exact same to Steve, removing the young man's tie and using it to gag him.

As Steve and Rick struggled in their bonds, the intruder in question was at the computer of their boss, downloading as much information on to a flashdrive as he could, including clients and various files that even Rick and Steve themselves were not privy to.

When the assailant was done with that, he came over to observe the two young men that he had almost too easily overpowered. It would be a shame to just leave them there without having a bit of fun with them first.

He took pleasure in taunting both Rick and Steve for working on a Friday night and he detected a flash of resentment with the latter cursing Rick for not coming with him to the bar.

"Oh, don't worry, boys," the intruder smirked. "You'll have plenty of time for drinking when your boss fires you for letting me in. In the meantime, I think I'm gonna have a little fun with you two, what do you say?"

Both Rick and Steve muffled horrified protests, not liking the look their masked captor was giving them.

When the lights went out and the door was locked behind them, it soon became apparent what he had in mind.

A few hours later, the masked intruder left with a flashdrive and brief case, content with what he had acquired in more ways than one.

As for Rick and Steve, both had become the fall guys in their boss's personal files and contact lists being stolen.

In spite of their ordeal and getting fired, both men were determined they would get even with the man who ruined their lives, even if it would take a while for them to find him.

First Bound Guy played by Rick
Second Bound Guy played by Steve Thompson
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/11/2019

Player Gets Played With

37 photos; 6:06 video

Player played by Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 10/25/2012

Bait for Bondage

28 photos; 4:22 video

Model: ZackT

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:03/30/2011

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