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Learning the Ropes by Caitiff
20 photos; 3:10 video
Darien was a cute guy in my drama class. He wanted to be an actor so he took all the Theatre classes. I wanted an easy grade so I took them too. But I also wanted Darien. Unfortunately, Darien wouldn't give me the time of day. I wasn't in the Theatre clique like he was.
That is, until our teacher assigned us together as partners to do a short skit from a play we had chosen.
"I'm busy most of today but if you come over to my house tonight, I think have a scene we can do pretty easily for a good grade." I said.
"Ok, whatever. "replied Darien. He was still irritated he hadn't gotten to be partners with one of his Theatre friends.
Perfect, I thought. My plan was coming together.
That night Darien showed up at my apartment and I showed him the scene I had picked out.
"But Arsenic and Old Lace? But that scene where Mortimer gets tied up has three people in it."
"Don't worry,'" I answered. "We're allowed to cut as we need and I've worked it out. I'll show you."
Using some clothesline I had found, I quickly had Darien's hands securely tied behind his back.
"But I don't see how this is going to work. And where do I begin my line?"
"Don't worry about that. You won't have any lines."
"What do you mean I don't..Mmmm!" Darien's question was cut off by he strip of duct tape I slapped over his mouth. Darien was always a lot cuter when he wasn't talking.
I stood back to admire my work. Damn fine job, if I do say so myself. Darien might have said so too, if he hadn't been gagged and just realizing he was in the hands of a crazy person.
"Hmmm, I'm just not feeling it yet. I know, you need to sit down." I gently pushed Darien onto the floor."
Darien looked up at me with his big puppy dog eyes. He was so cute when he tried to look angry.
"I'm sorry, is something a matter?" I asked in a fake sympathetic tone."Mmmmfph!" Was all Darien could say.
"Of course, silly me to forget." and I tied Darien's feet together. "Now you can feel as if you are really tied up! I want you to get in the moment."
I then sat down beside him and get as close as I could to Darien's body. Bound and gagged, there wasn't much he could do to stop me. I flipped on the TV.
"But before we go back to work, South Park is on. You don't mind if we watch that first. do you?"
"Mmm!"
"Oh good. Because I figure, we can rehearse all night if we have too."The End
Darien played by Eddie
Photography played by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/15/2007
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Click by Fidelis
34 photos
by Fidelis
Click, click, click. This was great. Good bye Lehigh, hello Pulitzer. These pictures were the final proof he needed that IsogenomedoTech was shipping defective and dangerous XXXXs to poor Third World countries, and making a healthy and illegal profit. This story was going to be huge. It was the big break that he had been looking for as an investigative reporter. He had been working on this story for months, and now all his hard work had finally paid off. Click, click, click. He had to make sure he got good pictures of the lot numbers, and the address of the final destination. Now if only he could find the bills of lading he would be……THUNK.
Brad had been so engrossed in his discovery that he hadn’t heard the footsteps of the hulking figure creeping up on him. The butt of the pistol made contact with the back of his head and he went down, out cold.
"Goddamned snooping fancy pants reporter. I guess he ain’t as smart as he thinks. He ain’t gonna be doing no more snooping. Not where he’s going. Gotta get him all packaged up for the trip. Where’s that tape."
"MMMMPHHHMMM." Oh, damn. What happened? Brad’s head felt like a train had hit it. He opened his eyes, and the room swam. He closed them again. Much better that way. Didn’t feel like puking with his eyes closed, and the room had stopped moving.. Much, much better with eyes closed. Mmmm, something wrong with his mouth. Oh, he felt sick. Go back to XXXX. Feel better when wake up.
"GGMMAAAGGGGHHHH!"
"Wakie, wakie, XXXX beauty. This ain’t no time for a XXXX. We gotta get you ready for a trip. A long, long trip. You won’t need no pictures to find out where those boxes are going – you’ll be going with them.
"MMMMNNOOPLEESHSHTOP."
If this guy didn’t take his hand away and stop shaking him, Brad knew that his head was going to fall off. He tried to stop him, and then realized that his hands were behind him. What was going on? He couldn’t talk either. Something sticky was wrapped around his mouth. He looked down and saw shiny green tape binding his knees together. More of it was around his chest! It dawned on Brad that he was in a rather sticky situation. If only this thug would stop shaking him and choking him, he might be able to think clearly.
"MMWHATMUDOING?"
Oh good, the thug had taken his hand off Brad’s throat. That was a lot better. Ooops. Maybe not. Brad gulped under his tape gag as the barrel of a rather large XXXX was shoved under his chin, pushing his head. He started sweating as he felt the cold metal of the XXXX caressing the soft flesh under his chin.
"Another peep out of you and I’ll blow your brains out. You understand? I said, do you understand?"
"MMMYETHYETH."
"Good. Now you stay there and don’t make a move. If I find you one inch away from where I’ve left you, you’ll be one sorry dude. Understand?"
The thug jabbed Brad harder with the XXXX, forcing his head back even farther.
"YETHYETHYETH."
The second the thug had left the cellar, Brad started plotting his escape. If that muscle-bound jerk thought that he was going to stay put, he had the brain the size of a pea. The thought of an unpleasant XXXX had suddenly made the pain in his head seem like a minor matter. Now….how to get out of this mess? That was the big question. He tested the tape that bound his wrists together. Tight, tight, tight. It seemed to be wrapped around AND in between his wrists. Not like the tape around his knees and ankles. He wriggled and pulled, but the tape didn’t budge an inch. Too early to give up yet. He would just have to find another way to get out of this mess. He didn’t fancy his chances of trying to hop out of here all taped up. It would be way too slow, and besides, if he ran into the Neanderthal on the way out, he didn’t like to think about what would happen. Probably not anything that Brad would enjoy.Wait a minute. What was that over there, in that pile of wood? Brad squinted a bit as he peered across the cellar. Hallelujah! It WAS a knife, sticking up out of piece of wood. Now all he had to do was to get over to the knife, cut the tape that bound him, and get the hell out of here.
"MMMPHHH." Gee, this wasn’t as easy as it looked in the movies. Brad was making very slow progress as he took tiny little hops across the room. He had to be careful; if he went down, he might not be able to get up again. Plus, he didn’t want to damage his camera, which miraculously seemed undamaged. It looked as if Neanderthal hadn’t even touched it. The precious film with the incriminating pictures was still inside.Ah, he had made it. Now came the tricky part. Cutting the tape without severing an artery. Brad slowly squatted down, looking over his shoulder as he felt around for the knife. Got it! Damn, it was pushed deep into that piece of wood. He tugged on it again. It came free. All he had to do now was to cut the tape, and get out of here before Neanderthal returned.
Ouch! Brad grunted under his gag as the point of the knife went through his shirt and pricked his arm. OK, try again. Come on, Brad, he told himself, you can do this. If only his hands weren’t so sweaty. All he needed was to get the knife under the tape and start sawing away at it and…BINGO! Brad felt the knife start sliding through the tape. It took time, but he finally managed to cut through the tape around his wrists. He was sweating bullets, waiting for Neanderthal and his XXXX to return. Once he got his hands free, it took him moments to cut through the rest of the tape. He ripped off the tape gag and bolted, his camera and its precious contents still safe.Hello Pulitzer! Good bye, Lehigh!
THE END
Brad played by Matt
photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/22/2003 -
Won't Take Yes for an Answer by Marty
30 photos; 8:29 video
Jules was perplexed as he drove to the property. The voice on the phone was pretty cryptic, telling him only that it was a spectacular condo in a prime location that needed a real estate agent as soon as possible, and Jules was far too greedy a property mogul to turn down anything like that. He wasn't pleased to learn that it was located just across the street from his own house and would have to drive all the way back there to check it out after taking the usual hour to drive to work, but he figured would be worth it if there was a decent commission involved.
After parking, he XXXX on the door and then entered a very ordinary-looking small one-bedroom, immediately disappointed by the fact that it wasn't what the guy said it was. But Jules barely had time to think about turning around and leaving before he was grabbed from behind, a XXXX-soaked rag clamped firmly over his nose as he struggled in the powerful arms that held him tight. It was only a matter of seconds before he was out cold.
When Jules came to, he was lying on his back atop a circular table, strapped to it across his chest and stomach, with his wrists firmly roped to two of the legs and his ankles likewise, his feet off the floor. As his eyes began to focus, he became aware of a dark-skinned stranger, his face obscured by a mask, gleefully circling the table and surveying the prize he'd just captured.
"Who the hell are you? What are you doing?" Jules began to demand, as the stranger promptly gagged him tightly with a green bandanna, then secured it in place with two lengths of industrial-strength black tape.
"I'm your worst nightmare," the stranger answered, as Jules struggled helplessly to no avail and tried to shout for help. "And what I'm doing is taking you for my property. See, I know two things about you. I know that you've got a lot of money, and I also know that you've got a secret side that nobody knows. You're on that BoundGuys website, aren't you? I've seen your picture there and your description. I know you like getting tied up and gagged by other guys, and I know you like a whole lot more than that."
Jules's eyes widened in XXXX and he started shaking his head furiously. "Is that your way of trying to say no?" the stranger asked. Now Jules nodded with equal fervor. "See, now, I can tell that's a yes. That's an answer I like much better than no. So from now on, anytime I ask you anything, I expect to see you answer yes. You understand me?" Jules sighed resignedly through his nose and nodded meekly with a feeble grunt. And he couldn't believe that his secret pleasure, visiting one little male bondage website, would have carried this kind of consequence. But his brain was wild with questions. What did this guy have planned for him?
"I bet you're wondering what happens next," the stranger said with a smile, practically reading Jules's mind. "Well, why don't we start with a grope and a tickle, as they say?"
He began tickling Jules on the sides of his torso. Jules alternately laughed and screamed through his gag, and then the stranger said, "I see something growing there in your pants. You don't want me to stop. Should I stop?" Jules nodded yes.
The stranger shook his head with some pity. "Now, THAT was a mistake. I want you to say yes to whatever I tell you. We've just gone over that. But never, ever, do you decide when I stop doing anything. The decisions are beyond your control now. Which means I can do...oh...something like this." He knelt and removed Jules's shoes and socks, then assaulted his feet with more hot tickling while Jules struggled and squirmed. After a few more minutes of this, the stranger stood and put his hand on Jules's rock-hard cock through his trousers. "I bet you'd like for me to play with this a little, wouldn't you?" he asked.
Jules had never felt this helpless in his life. He wanted to shake his head no, but wasn't sure if that would piss off the stranger and lead to God knows what else. But he was, of course, completely turned on, even if the thought of being fondled by the stranger was terrifying. Ultimately, he nodded his head yes, and the stranger wordlessly pried Jules's dick from it's cloth-encased habitat, playing with him slowly. Jules's moans of captivity quickly turned to groans of pleasure as the stranger continued to skillfully palm his manhood.
All of a sudden and without warning, the stranger removed his hand. He grinned at Jules and said, "Welcome to your brand-new life as my XXXX victim. Right now I'm gonna take a break. But we'll continue this after I've had a XXXX." He laughed. "Don't go anywhere." And left the room.
And all Jules could think was, "Yes. Yes! YES!!!"
Fin?
Victim played by Cliff
XXXX played by Slade
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:03/24/2012 -
Scarlet Streak Subdued
22 photos; 5:33 video
Scarlet Streak played by Jesse Daniels
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 10/13/2019
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Jogger Hog Tied
24 photos; 4:09 video
The Jogger played by David
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 10/16/2019
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You Belong to Me
24 photos; 6:10 video
BoundGuy played by Troy
Bad Guy played by Remy
Date of Production: 08/10/2019 -
Hog Tied Grunt
29 photos; 4:20 video
Model: Derek
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:11/16/2013
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Comrades in Bondage by JMZ
26 photos; 3:32 video
Cont'd from "An Officer and a Hostage"
If Mr. Bradford wants a thousand page essay, that’s what he’ll get. My father pays this man’s salary, so I’m pretty safe in the fact that he’ll keep quiet about this whole ordeal. Besides with tape over his mouth he doesn’t have much of a choice. The tape is a nice change of pace; I wish he would sport a strip over his mouth in class. On the other hand if my dad’s threat of financially cutting me off if I got into more trouble is real I’m pretty screwed. Oh well I’m doing the assignment that was assigned. It will be titled “Escapology, the Art of the Escape”. Mr. Bradford will sure to give me an A on it, after all he is my research subject.
I’ll start it off by writing about the challenge. I tied double knots around the subjects wrists, his fists clenched as I wrapped the rope around several times. I did the same with his knees and ankles. In order to keep him from using his teeth to gnaw at the knots it was necessary to tape his mouth shut. Now it was time to watch and see if the subject would be able to break free. “MMMPPPHHH”, he grunted. “Now Mr. Bradford there is no need for foul language, you wanted a thousand word essay, and your going to get one. Do you have a pen and paper so I can take notes?” “ MMMPPPHHH.” “That’s okay Mr. Bradford I’ll get it myself no need to get up.” I’ll continue on with how the subject looked angry after minutes of struggling. His face reddened, and his glare towards me was menacing.
It sounds like somebody is at the door. I’d better hide. “Chet, what the hell is going on”, he yelled. It was Mr. Harris. Why did he have a key to Branford’s place? “MMMPPPHHH.” I’d better think of something quick before he rips the tape off his mouth. “Hello Mr. Harris.” “Tim Mcnarma, did you do this?” “Yes sir I did, Mr. Bradford wanted me to write a thousand word essay, and I decided to do it on escapology.” “He offered to help me out and be my test subject.” “Well that was nice of you Chet.” “MMMPPPHHH”, Mr. Bradford screamed. Luckily for me Mr. Harris was not too bright; he had been demoted from teaching history to being the gym coach. “Well Tim can I help in any way?” “Sure Mr. Harris, can I tie you up and see if you can escape?”“Okay, anything to help with the educational process.” What an idiot. I tied Mr. Harris’ writs together. I knotted the rope tightly. I began on his ankles and sat him back to back with Mr. Bradford. He seemed all too happy to oblige. In the meantime Mr. Bradford struggled and grunted, trying to warn Mr. Harris. “Now Chet quit struggling, wait for me to get tied up. We’ll see who gets free first.” “MMMPPMMHHPPP, MMMPPPHHH.” Poor Mr. Bradford I almost felt sorry for him. This dumb ass teacher could have saved him. I ripped a strip of silver tape from the roll and pressed it against Mr. Harris’ lips. He smiled under the tape as I pressed down on his mouth. The struggle began.
They rolled and tugged at their binds. Mr. Bradford hell bent on breaking free to get at me, and Mr. Harris struggling in the name of education. As they struggled I wondered through the apartment. There signs everywhere of Mr. Harris. That was it! I had always heard the rumors but never believed them. They were lovers. I walked back into the room that held my captive teachers. I carried with me a framed picture of the two of them at some street fair. As I revealed what was in my hand both of their facial expressions changed to one of utter surprise. “Well Mr. Harris I must tell you, I am not doing this for an assignment.” “I did this cause I was pissed about the assignment.” “You fell right into my trap.”“MMMPPPHHHPPPHHHPPPHHPPPHHHPMM”, he screamed through his taped mouth. I had leverage.”Well guys its time for me to go, and I’m as suming you both will keep this quiet, considering what I could tell the school administration.” A look of defeat fell over their faces. “I’ll take this picture with me for safe keeping, Mr. Bradford I hope you like the essay I turn in.” The next day I went to class and found Mr. Bradford writing at the board. He gave me a look of disgust as I took my seat. The duct tape had left a red mark around his mouth that he kept rubbing. I aced the assignment.
The End
Bradford played by Kent
Harris played by Aaron
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/13/2007
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Outsmarted by Soft Touch
30 photos
Willy and Peter, the two new Pledge Boys, thought that they were so smart. First they paraded their jockstrap-clad bodies in front of Pledge Master Erik to distract him with their tempting charms. Then they had put something in the wine that they had so obediently served him. Erik didn't know what they had used, but after only a few sips of the sweet wine, he was feeling really light-headed and weak.
“What did you do to me?” Erik had tried to demand from the two disobedient freshmen, but Willy and Peter had just pranced around him in their sexy jocks and stayed just out of Erik’s reach until the full effects of the XXXX had taken effect. And, in a very short time, Erik discovered that he was too weak to lift his arms or to even close his drooling mouthy. This angered Erik and he roared at the two boys, but his roar came out as a bunch of wet raspberries from his numb lips, and Willy and Peter laughed at him.
By that time the effects of the substance were such that Erik felt like he was outside of his own body. He could watch what was happening to him, but he was powerless to resist or to interfere in any way. So then he was quite helpless while Willy and Peter pulled him up out of his throne chair and then dragged his XXXX body over to a corner of the room.
“Guess you won't be paddling us tonight!” Willy taunted. And Peter laughed “Yea, and we're going to make sure you can't get your hands nowhere near our jocks.” With that the two boys dumped Erik into a heap on the floor.
“You won't get away with this!” Erik slobbered all down the front of his shirt.
“Oh yea…? Get his mouth, Willy!” Peter stood behind Erik and pulled the back of Erik’s head back against the spongy bulge of his jock while he held Erik’s head still. Then Willy XXXX Erik’s mouth shut while he plastered strip after strip of duct tape in overlapping layers over Erik’s lips and chin until he couldn't move his mouth at all and he had to breathe through his nose.As soon as his busy hands were through with the tape, Willy then ran his fingers into Erik’s hair and pulled the Pledge Master’s taped face up against the soft bulge of his jock. Erik had made the two boys were those same jocks for three days running during their initiation and now he regretted that because his nose was being pressed against the spongy softness of Willy’s jock and now he was being XXXX to sniff three days worth of sweat and other unwashed boy-smells.
And that was so distracting that Erik didn't even notice at first that clever Peter had pulled Erik’s arms behind his back and now he was happily wrapping coil after coil of tight rope all around the Pledge Master’s arms and wrists until the pain of the tight rope knots finally penetrated through Erik’s haze. Too late, Erik realized that the two Pledges were trying to make him completely helpless.Erik growled behind his taped-over lips and tried kicking at the two boys with his feet. But the two clever boys stayed out of range of his feet until they were able to move in and turn him over onto his stomach. Then Willy held his legs still by sitting on them while Peter wrapped and tied more rope around Erik’s ankles.
By this time the effects of whatever they had put into his wine were beginning to wear off and Erik was becoming furious. How dare these two boys treat their Pledge Master in this way? And Erik’s anger increased as Willy and Peter began dancing around him and pointing their fingers at him and having lots of little jokes at Erik’s expense.
Anger gave Erik strength and he began struggling and straining at the ropes that were binding him so tightly. The two Pledges thought that they were so clever, but Erik would show them. Erik knew a thing or two about ropes, too. Then Erik folded his body in half and began sliding his tied hands down past his tight buns.
“Oh no you don't!” Willy pounced on Erik. “Help me Peter!”
The two boys wrestled the bound Erik until they managed to turn him over onto his stomach. Then Willy bent Erik’s knees up behind him and held them in place while Peter wrapped and tied more rope in a tight hog-tie between Erik’s wrists and ankles.
“Are you sure he can't get away now,” a worried Willy wanted to know.
“Yea, no problem,” Peter reassured his friend. “I used to tie my brother like this and he could never get out of it.”
“Cool! Then let’s party!” Willy danced toward the next room and Peter followed him.
Erik heard the sound of music and laughter coming from the next room as the two young freshmen began to enjoy themselves. “Go ahead boys; have lots of fun,” Erik smiled thinly as he began to slowly, but surely work on the knotted ropes.
Willy and Peter had no way of knowing it, but Erik had been tied up before. And now that the effects of the XXXX wine had finally dissipated, Erik’s brain was starting to clear and he could feel the strength returning to his muscles. Now all he needed was a little patience.
It wasn't easy. The two freshmen had done a pretty good job of tying their knots. But then one knot began to come loose. And then Erik solved another knot-puzzle. And then he began to feel some slack in the ropes.
One by one, the tight ropes gave way until Erik was finally able to get his hands free. Then he peeled the nasty duct tape off of his face so that he could breathe a little better before he tackled the rest of the knotted ropes.
And, even as the last of the ropes were falling free, Erik was developing a nasty plan; a plan that involved lots of munching on soiled jocks, and lots of tight buddy-bondage, and just a little bit of revenge against Willy and Peter for being such bad boys.THE END
Erik played by Johhny
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/08/2005
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Cheeky Monkey
24 photos; 2:08 video
Model: Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/15/2008
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Slap That Ass
32 photos; 5:19 video
Vladdy played by Vladimir
Daddy played by Sammy
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 08/16/2019
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Out In The Woods
21 photos; 2:10 video
Ahh, it was s a beautiful day, Mark thought as he walked in the deep woods. It was beautiful and it was good to be out. But it was also way too hot. Mark greedily chugged down the last of his Gatorade. The bottle empty, Mark tossed it over his shoulder.
Mark didn't’ even glance back as the empty bottle fell into the grass. Mark just walked on.
However, someone else did see where the plastic bottle landed.
Before Mark knew what was going on, a strange man grabbed him from behind. Mark was roughly wrestled to the ground.
“Hey!’ What the hell?!”, Mark yelled as he wrestled to the ground,
“Think you can just litter in my woods and walk away?” the man screamed as he brought out rope and quickly bound Mark’s hands behind his back. Shocked by the attack, Mark couldn’t fight back enough to keep from being bound up. The ropes bound his wrists tightly behind his back.
“Hey man! I don't’ want any trouble. Just let me ...mmmm!”, Mark was cut off by a strip of black tape over his mouth. Mark glared at his XXXX. Beads of sweat ran down his face, not just from the heat but from the fact that he was in the hands of a crazy man.
Mark still had his feet free and he made to jump up and run away once the man turned his back to him. The man however was onto his hostage. He XXXX the young man over onto his ass.
The man had more thick black rope. He grabbed Mark’s feet and XXXX them together. Mark struggled as best he could but it was no use. He lost his chance to escape when his hands had been tied. Now Mark was bound hand and foot and gagged in the middle of no where.
Desperately the Mark struggled against his bondage, helpless in the grass and the heat.
Suddenly he heard other voices! Mark could hear a group of hikers coming this way.
“Mmmmm! Mmmmmmmpphhh!” Mark mumbled through his gag.
The man realised he would have to move his hostage. He grabbed Mark and hefted the young man over his shoulder.
Mark could do nothing as he was bodily carried deeper into the woods.
To be continued.
Mark played by Chad
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/15/2012 -
An Officer and a Hostage by Kirk
29 photos; 3:18 video
Col. Chet Bradford was glad to return to his quarters. The "Colonel" was actually an honorary title....he was an English teacher at Shady Grove Military Academy. The kids had really gotten on his nerves today. He was the youngest teacher on staff, and they thought they could play him more than the other old-timers on the faculty. In retaliation, Chet had assigned a 1,000-word essay to the class titled: "An Officer and a Gentleman: Define!" Chet was exhausted as he turned the knob of his homey residence and stepped in.
Little did Chet know, but the turning of the doorknob sealed his fate. As he stepped through the doorway, something heavy and blunt connected with the back of his head. The handsome teacher went down like a sack of bricks. Out cold, he could have no idea who his assailant(s) was. But, in fact, they were 3 of his students, who were in no mood to write a 1,000 word essay that evening.
Chet's aching head slowly cleared. As the fog lifted, he was amazed to find himself immobilized. An instinctive cry was muffled by a thick strip of duct tape plastered over his mouth, and his arms and hands were pinioned. Chet worked out at the school gym every morning, and he couldn't believe that a few yards of clothesline had rendered him helpless. He grunted and shifted his shoulders, trying to stretch his upper arms, but the ropes held taut. And then his attackers came into view..three of them...wearing black jeans and T's and spandex hoods which completely obscured their faces. Without a word, two of them approached him with more rope, and quickly tied his knees and ankles. Chet grunted in outrage through his gag as he was pushed down and made even more helpless than before.
Chet watched them move around his home. They didn't seem to be interested in stealing anything. They remained completely silent, except for an occasional muffled snicker escaping through their masks as they observed their tied and gagged victim. As Chet's clouded vision finally cleared completely, he thought he recognized something familiar about his three attackers. Their movements indicated that they were young men, probably as young as his senior students. If he didn't know better.....he'd swear the tallest one was Tim McNamara, the lead wiseass in his class. But it couldn't be....they wouldn't dare...attacking, knocking out, binding and gagging a teacher would mean immediate expulsion, and criminal charges. But, then again, some of these spoiled rich punks would do anything to get thrown out, and their wealthy daddies would cover up any charges they incurred. No...it couldn't be.....
"How ya like being on the receiving end of the bullshit, Teach?" the tallest one said. He yanked off the spandex hood.
Tim McNamara!!
Chet grunted in anger..the tape gag muffling his expletives into nonsense.
"MMMMPPPFFFFFHHHHH!"
Chet's mind whirled....he couldn't believe that any student would go this far. But he knew damn well the cowardly administration would cover it up and if he wanted to keep his job, he'd have to shut up too. What a REVOLTING development!!The End?
Col. Chet Bradford played by Kent
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/23/2007
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Do With As I Please By: By Gilroy
25 photos
Frank needed money for his hot new date he asked out last week. She was really cute but Frank was even cuter to me. I simply love the expression of hot men in the time of need they often only think of themselves even though they want you to help them and give you a guilt trip if you don't. He promised to pay me back Sunday but Frank hadn't which put my damn account overdrawn ugh!! I hate being used so now I'm gonna use his cute punk ass for my pleasure hehe...
Frank had no idea what's in store for him now I've have his cute ass all nicely bound up and gagged in my “play room” hehe damn he looked so hot taken in that tight sexy black tee shirt and skater jeans! I XXXX him out cold after a few beers wasn't hard Frank can't hold his liquor well. Coils of thick twisted rope bound his hands tightly behind his back, leaving his front body open to whatever I cared to do with it. To keep his pitiful yapping down, I slapped some sticky tape over his lips. That shall shut the pizzy up! That was his weird nickname after his cute messy hair. Truthfully I liked it well but always teased him with saying he's rebellious and should get himself a damn haircut. Hmmm maybe I'll threaten him with a shave from head to toe he like that wouldn't he? Haha perfect!
“Mmmm!” Frank moaned pathetically when he finally arose from his hangover, man this boy can't drink like the tough kid he says he is now I'm gonna teach him reality once and for all. He begged to be let go but that only encouraged me further to torment him. I had evil plans for him and if he's not good he'll be sorry when I beat him up while tied up! If Frank didn't have my money he would repay me another way, and it's simply tough love!
Desperately Frank struggled against the ropes. It was futile, of course. Frank was hardly the first guy to think he could screw me over. I had him trussed well but the boy wouldn't stop moving.
"Mmmmmppphhh! Mmppmmmmmmm! MMPH!!!" ...ah the beautiful sound of a kid at my mercy it's music to my ears! All of them had ended up the same... tied up, gagged and awaiting me to sell them over to some other dude who would pay handsomely for fresh cute new faces. I would have to see if that guy in Singapore would be interested, he loves handsome young slaves with nice beefy muscled bodies and cute little baby faces. Frank was just his type!
But I was getting way ahead of myself. Frank was still raw and untrained; he had still had delusions of being in control. There he was still trying to escape, what a restless little pizzy he was! He was bound hand and foot but still he struggled, as if he had any chance of breakin' free? Frank moaned and begged through his sweet taped up lips, apparently not understanding why I had gagged his punk mouth to begin with. Time to put this pizzy in proper time out!
"MmmpphH, mmmpphhHH!!" Frank screamed. "I said shut the hell up Frank you're mine now and you will do what I say! Time to bind up those juicy muscles of yours really tight if you make a peep I'll wrap you up tighter so you can't breathe you hear!" Frank sobbed and broke into his subordinate form as I firmly coiled more tight ropes around his beefy chest and arms and squeezed his torso like a snake into a well packaged stud off to the slave market then I bound up his feet and meaty legs too so the boy knows he's owned! Frank tried to resist, of course it didn’t do him any good. Frank didn’t need more rope to stay tied up, but it was good for him to get used ot the idea of being tightly bound. It looked so hot on him like he was somehow made for this. He would be spending most of his time tied up in some fashion.
“Mmmppphh Mmmmaaa!” Frank grunted as I shoved him to the ground on his knees. Something else he might as well get used to now. The boy will be manhandled a lot as his tightly bound helpless body is begging to be touched and possibly abused if the kid misbehaves.
"Now you be a good litt'l pizzy or I'll really hurt you, now shut up you bad pizzy! Next time I hear you moan and struggle I'm gonna take this sharp edge and slice you up until you're completely butt ass naked!" Frank looked puzzled but believed me and backed down.
"mmmmpppphhhmmm... mmmmm?" I watched Frank continue to struggle and grunt, the pure excitment of young boys tied up and at my full mercy gets me so hard! He still couldn't believe that I was going to sell his ass off into slavery. I know my customers would fall in love with his personality; they adore cute litt'l tied up pizzys hehe and I told him that was going to happen to him if he didn't’ pay me. Now he's worthless and fair game to whoever will pay me the highest bid; a handsome young jock like Frank could be worth $10K! However I didn't’ see any reason to get my money back too soon as I'm not through with him yet... I was sure to get more for him if he was properly trained first.
Yeah, I was really going to enjoy this... "Now my pizzy let's whip u into shape hehehe..." Frank's eyes opened like cue balls when I cracked the big leather whip out at him, he cried... "Now down on your knees! Or feel my wrath..." WHACK!!
"MmMMPHHHhH!!!! MmmpHHH!!"
The End
Frank played by: Zac
Photography by: Zac
Date of Production:09/22/2010
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Bucking Bronco by Caitiff
20 photos; 5:18 video
Con’t from Urban Cowboy
“Mmmmmppphhaaammmmmm!” Kenny moaned angrily.
Earlier that day he had insulted his neighbour Jose and Carlos. They had responded by nabbing him. Now he was in their basement tied up. A filthy rag had been knotted and shoved into his mouth, gagging him. Then while he lay on a mattress they had pulled down his pants. His ass and dick hung out exposed. More rope was taken out and Kenny was cruelly hog tied. Jose and his buddy Carlos ran their grubby hands all over Kenny’s helpless body. Bound and gagged, he could nothing as they XXXX him.“Mmmmpphhh!? Mmmmmm!”, Kenny grunted.
Suddenly there was the sound of a XXXX on the door.
“Ahh shit, what now man!” Carlos complained, “I was just getting into it!”
“Well go see who it is, asshole!”, Jose said as he grabbed at Kenny’s dick.
“You do it! It’s your house.” Carlos retorted.
“Fuck. All right. Keep this asshole quiet! And don’t do nothing until I get back.”
Jose pulled up his half dropped drawers and ran up the stairs. Carlos gave Kenny a threatening look and went off into a corner. Taking out a cigarette, he lit up a smoke.Kenny couldn’t hear what was going on upstairs but he did realise this could have been his only chance to get help. But how? Even if he tried yelling for help, would anyone hear him through the gag? Kenny could hardly move being trussed up as he was.
Kenny didn’t know how long Jose had been gone but it seemed like quite a while. Carlos was obviously growing impatient. He threw his cigarette to the floor and stomped on it angrily.
“Fuck this. And fuck Jose. Your ass is mine.”
“Mmmppphh!” Kenny groaned. He practically growled at Carlos for all the good it would do.
Carlos went to work, squeezing Kenny’s bare buns. Kenny’s nips were bitten and pinched. Carlos' lips went down and Kenny could feel his tongue going up and down the shaft. Despite himself, his dick began to harden. Carlos had already taken out his own growing cock and was rubbing against Kenny’s bare body.“Uhh hey, Carlos, you need to come up here man.”, Jose said from a top the stairs.
“It can wait.”
“No. Only a minute.”
“damn! Guess he got rid of the guy at the door. Be right back and then you can have both of us.”
Carlos pulled himself off Kenny, pulled up his pants and ran up threw stairs only to be greeted by a man yelling “Police. On the ground!”
Kenny was never so happy as he saw the police rush down the stairs to go rescue him. Apparently when Jose and Carlos had grabbed him, someone had called the police.
As a hunky muscular cop undid Kenny’s bonds, Kenny couldn’t help but notice how hot the guy looked in his uniform.The End
Kenny the Cowboi played by Jay
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production 10/12/2008
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Hello Neighbor!
25 photos; 3:46 video
Bound Guy played by Rex
Bad Guy played by Alan
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 08/31/2019
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Biker Against The Wall
25 photos; 4:55 video
Gagged Biker played by Jon Storm
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 08/18/2019
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COMING HOME
30 photos; 5:05 video
BoundGuy played by Steve Thompson
BaD GUY PLAYED BY DEAN
Date of Production: 07/24/2019 -
Roped and Ready to Ride
20 photos; 5:25 video
Model: Patrick (AKA Tynan Fox)
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 01/12/2012
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Leather Boi
33 photos; 5:58 video
Model: Matt
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/20/2010
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Frat House Rodeo by Kirk
26 photos
Jamie could not figure out his new frat pledge bro, Tex. Well, since Jamie came from the Bronx, New York City he was not used to cowboys. Tex spoke with that Texan “drawl,” they New Yorker’s found silly. Jamie could not help but notice that Tex kept in his room coils of rope. He would go on the roof of the frat house and in the middle of lower Manhattan and lasso imaginary steers. “It’s the rodeo in me,” Tex explained. “Man, you should see the fun of the rodeo, the thrill. Well I once lassoed a steer and it took me less than one minute to have that fucker in a tight hogtie.” Jamie got hard and he had a plan.
Some weeks later the two were alone in the frat house for the weekend. Tex was again playing with his coil of rope. “You know us Rican Bronx cowboys are pretty good with rope too,” Jamie explained. “Tough living in the South Bronx hombre. To survive you might have to rope up your enemy before he gets you!” “You Jamie, rope up some dude? You city folk could not tie up a steer or a man for any reason with any success. The dude would be out in 10 minutes.” “Wanna test your words, Gringo?” Jamie replied. “What if I were to lasso you, rope you like a steer, and give you ten minutes to get out. If you don’t, you buy the beer. If you do it’s on me.” Tex gave Jamie the finger. “Fuck you dude. Give it your best shot and then you’ll be getting me a keg!”
Tex tossed a coil of rope to Jamie. “Ok cowboy, hands behind your back.” Jamie began to rope Tex’s crossed wrists behind his back. “Ever been tied up before hombre?” Jamie asked. “Nope, said Tex, you?” “All the time man, since I was a Boy Scout. Love it, and love tying people up too!” “You mean you have done this before?” Tex asked, the rope now getting tighter with each turn around his wrists. “So many times I can’t count!” Tex was getting a bit nervous now but would not show any sign of fear as Jamie began to wrap the rope around Tex’s arms and, lashing his biceps to his sides. “Yoo man, that is a bit tight,” Tex complained. With lightning speed Jamie had a knotted bandanna and shoved it between Tex’s teeth and tied off behind his head. “What you say cowboy?” Tex started to bitch in his gag, but Jamie shoved his hand over his mouth. “Need a photo for the company!” Jamie held his cell phone and took a photo of Tex’s hand covered face. Tex now began to moan in his gag. “COOOO MOPPPNYYYYYYYYYYY??” Before he could moan again, Jamie dumped Tex to the floor. “Stay put for a second.” Tex began to buck like a roped steer against his ropes, but soon he realized that Jamie was a pro at this and he was tied really tight. Jamie returned with another coil of Tex’s rope. “Got to finish the job!” Tex began to struggle, but to no avail. With his arms helpless he could not stop Jamie from tightly roping his ankles and knees. Exhausted from the struggle, Tex moaned, gagged for air and sweat while Jamie stood back to admire his handiwork.
Jamie began to take a few more pictures with his cell phone and made some calls as Tex shifted his body on the floor, trying to get some leverage against his bindings. It was useless. Jamie flipped the phone closed and looked at his prisoner. “Well you owe me the beer mother fucker!” Tex calmed down. He figured that the game was over and Jamie would untie him. Tex nodded a “yes.” “But I guess you did not plan on a little company too,” Jamie said, a strange grin on his face. Tex began to rock and roll like a mad man, but with a bit more rope Jamie put him into a tight hogtie, Tex totally helpless and defeated.
“A little company for sure,” Jamie explained as Tex’s wrists and arms kept numbing from the tightness of the bindings. “You see, most of the dudes in this frat are from our Boy Scout troop. And we LOVE getting a cute dude and have him all tied up nice and helpless. We never worked on a cowboy before!” Tex flopped and rolled around and landed on his back. “Fuck me,” he thought. “Now all the weight is on my arms. What are you going to do to me,” he slowly mumbled through his gag. “Me?” Jamie replied, “oh, not me. I am the supervisor. The company will decide.”
Tex laid in his ropes, exhausted, his torso glistening with sweat, helpless as some of his frat brothers returned. Tex now looked up at 4 faces smiling down at his helpless state. “This begins your true initiation,” Jamie explained. “Paddled, cold showers, and receiving the DELTA brand all while you are nicely roped and gagged. Sure you will loose that cowboy hat soon! On with it boys!” Text knew he had no hope and would have to endure his initiation without any sounds or complaints.. His pants were pulled down, and he was rolled on his belly, ready for the first swoosh. “Fuckin rope contest. What an asshole I am,” he thought as the first swoosh came down across his bare ass and he watched a brother heat the DELTA brand on the stove.The End
Tex played by Aaron
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:10/03/2005
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Blue on Blue by Soft Touch
30 photos
"I'm sorry!"
"We weren't doing anything!"
John wouldn't listen to me. He just pulled my mouth open and shoved his biggest plug gag deep into my mouth.
"MmmeaseMmohn!" I begged him.
But he ignored the tears on my cheeks, pulled my head down roughly onto his shoulder, and then he buckled the straps really tight behind my neck. It hurt me, but not as much as when he pushed me away from him and I fell back onto our guest bed. He was so angry that he didn't even want me to touch him now.
"Drew, I have had it with you!" he screamed at me, and then he went out and slammed the door shut with a really loud bang. I wanted to cry. This wasn't like the times when I'd forgotten to put out the garbage, or all of the times he had yelled at me for leaving my dirty clothes all over our bedroom floor. No, this was different, and John was really different.
And foolish me, I never saw it coming. When I came home I had kissed him as usual and I guess I got a little excited when he pushed me toward the guest room. John didn't go in for sex anywhere outside of our bedroom so I thought that maybe this was going to be kind of fun to do. And I think I kind of giggled a little when he told me to take my clothes off. I loved it when he was a little bossy. And I didn't even guess that something was wrong when he started to tie me up. He had tied me up lots of times before, usually when he was trying to be nice and give me a reward me for something good that I had done for him.
But then he started pulling the ropes really tight like he had never done before, and then I saw the angry vein pulsing at his temple, and the way he was pressing his lips so tight together, and I knew that something was terribly wrong."Who was that boy?" he asked me through his tight lips.
Oh no! That boy was David. David, the boy who wouldn't even look at me when we were in school together. David, the boy who always had two cheerleaders on his arms so that no one would ever guess the truth about him. David, the boy who had finally come out to himself and rushed over to tell me all about it when I was coming home through the park.
I swear I only gave him one kiss. And it didn't mean a thing to me. I was just trying to be friendly and supportive and all of those things that you're supposed to be. But John must have seen that kiss, and now he was like, like I had never seen him before.
"I don't want to hear about it, Drew!" He was screaming at me through the door. "You're going to be in that room all night! You think you can run around on me and make me out to be the fool?"
How could I make him understand? Didn't he know how much I loved him?
I could hear the crashing of pots and the sound of breaking dishes coming from the kitchen. My poor John. My lover could never find his way around my kitchen, and his cooking was just terrible. Maybe I was going to go hungry tonight, but better that than having to eat John's cooking.
I'll wait until the morning when he's calmed down. Then he'll come to untie me. And then I'll give him all of the loving he's going to be missing tonight, and I'll cook him a nice big breakfast, and then he will promise never to hurt me again.
THE END
Drew played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/25/2003
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Dante Hogtied on the Floor
31 photos; 6:10 video
Model: Dante
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 09/24/2019
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Leather Pup
20 photos; 3:34 video
Model: Vladimor
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 08/23/2019
