Getting What I want

23 photos; 5:05 video

Mitch should never had refused Donovan.

Now Mitch finds himself tied to a chair in a run down ware house.  

 

Model:Mitch Kuppertino

Model: Donovan

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:07/04/2014

Greedy Guard by Latoo

28 photos; 4:12 video

Zach went into the designated meeting place which the buyer said was 123 Henry Street with the folder in his right hand.

“What a creepy old house…” He thought as he crept up the rickety wooden front steps.

He tried peering into the window, but it was covered in cobwebs and it was pitch black inside.

“Guess I’ll just go in and wait.”

He slowly opened the door and flipped the light switch and waited in the living room.

About ten minutes have passed and Zach kept nervously checking his watch. “Come on already, I need to be at my post in two hours.”

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.” A voice came from behind.

“Oh, you’re finally here.” Zach stood up. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Yes.” The man stepped out of the shadows of the doorway. “Let’s.”

“Here is the file you wanted full of my company’s secrets as we agreed.” Zach handed the folder over.

The man flipped through it for a few seconds. “Very good. I’m glad a lowly security guard such as yourself could be so useful.”

“Yeah whatever. Can I just get my money already?”

“But of course.” The man put the folder down and reached into a black bag he carried with him and pulled out a concealed item.

“Hey hey. What’s this?” Zach looked at the man.

“Quite simple my dear boy. Did you really think you could go behind our back and sell our secrets to our competitors? So, I set up this little meeting to see who has been leaking information and lo and behold, it was you.” “So, what now? Are you going to shoot me?”

“Hmmm, nah. That’s too messy, but I have a better idea and it starts by putting your hands behind your back.”

“Why should I?”

“Well, it’s either that or *Shakes concealed item* this.”

“Fine…”

“Good boy. Now hold still.” The man took some black rope and tied Zach’s hands behind his back.

“Ouch, hey, come on, that’s hurts!”

“Be quiet. Now, come with me.” The man put his arm over Zach and dragged him into the next room and threw him onto a nearby chair.

“Ahhhh.”

“Geez, you never shut up.” The man took some duct tape he brought with up and slapped a strip along Zach’s mouth.

“Mmm!”

“Good.” The man then pulled out a camo bandana and firmly tied it around Zach’s eyes.

“Mmph!”

“Just so you don’t see what’s going to happen next” The man started to unbutton Zach’s shirt.

Zach mildly protested, but the ropes were too tight to do anything about it.

“And there we go; one shirtless dope ready for more torture.”

“Mmmmm!”

“Now now, the worst has yet to come.”

“Mmmm no!”

“Like you have a choice.” The man threw Zach’s opened shirt back and then started to undo his pants.

“Mmmugh!”

The man then reached down into his pants and pulled out an somewhat erect penis. “Well well, what do we have here? It seems you’re enjoying this aren’t you?”

Zach shook his head.

“I think your body says differently. Besides, this just makes it so much better.”

“Mmmm?”

“Yep, now for the final humiliation!” The man took out a camera. “Smile!”

Zach tried looking away, but the man held him in place. The man even took a few pictures of his erect penis close up. “I think that’s enough for one day.”

“Mmmm…”

“Don’t think you’re off the hook boy. First off, you’re fired. Secondly, don’t even think you can weasel yourself out of this because if you do anything more to hurt my company, I will post these pictures everywhere on the Internet. Thirdly, you’re day is about to get much much worse.”

“Mmm?”

The man started to dial his cellphone. “Hello police? Yes, I would like a possible break in at 123 Henry Street. Please hurry because I saw two dangerous looking men with concealed items enter the house holding a strange looking package.”

“MMMM!” Zach started to struggle violently.

“Good luck with the police boy… I’ll leave this file right here so the police will have some very interesting questions to ask you. Goodbye!”

The man escaped through the back door just as the police sterns were rounding the corner.

The End.

 

Zach played by ZachT

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:03/15/2011

Stroke

34 photos; 6:57 video

Model: Derek

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:05/10/2013

The Orange Team

25 photos; 5:03 video

Special Thnaks to Jed for donating the gear.

Rugby player played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff

 

 

Date of Production: 01/18/2020

Stay A While

33 photos; 6:17 video

Model: Rick
Photography by Caitiff

 

 

Date of Production: 01/22/2020

Wake Up Call

28 photos; 4:04 video

Model: Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff



Date of Production: 01/16/2020

Football Cub

26 photos; 9:39 video

Model: Tiger

Photography : Slade

Date of Production: 10/10/2014

Sweeper

27 photos; 3:35 video

Model: Mickey O'Shea

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:11/07/2013

Day in the Park by Fidelis

13 photos

Tony backed up until he hit the trunk of a big tree and two guys came toward him. These guys were crazy. He and his friends had just been having a little fun, XXXX a few beers in the park and playing some music. Big deal if a couple of people didn't like the music. If they wanted peace and quiet they should have stayed home. It was Tony's constitutional right to play his music as loud as he wanted to! All those beers made him want to take a pee. He couldn't be bothered to use one of the public washrooms; a bush was good enough for him. Ah, that felt better. Except when he emerged from the bushes two of the guys who had complained about the noise where standing in front of him, blocking his path.

Tony tried to push past them they weren't as big as he was, and if they made any trouble he would get his friends and stomp them. That was his thinking until one of the guys pulled a concealed item on him.

"Hey, dude. What's your problem?"

"You are, punk! Now shut up and back up."

Tony was about to yell for his friends, but thought better of it when he was punchedin the stomach.

"Move!"

He starting walking backwards until he backed into the tree, when he noticed that the second guy had some white rope in his hands. Within a minute Tony's hands were tied up in front of him, and his arms were bound to his body. Then his ankles were bound together.

"What the fuck Before he could say anything more a knotted blue bandana was stuffed into his mouth and tied behind his head. "We've had enough noise out of you today, punk."

"MMMMPHHHH." What the hell were these psychos up to? Tony tried to lunge out at them, but with his feet tied together he lost his balance. Down he went on his ass. "OOMMPPHH!" The two guys who had tied him just laughed at him

Tony was getting really pissed off now. These two jerks were going to be sorry that they had messed with him. He yelled an obscenity through his gag and kicked out at them. "FFMMUCKNIMGMASSHOLMES!"

"Temper, temper. Didn't your mama ever wash your mouth out with soap for swearing? And didn't she teach you that it wasn't nice to kick people? Looks like we're going to have to take care of at least one those problems right now." Tony could only struggle futilely while a short piece of rope was tied around his shoes, and a length of rope attached his feet to his hands. "We don,t want you going anywhere, do we? You just sit there like a good boy, and get nice and comfy."

Tony snarled into his gag. Just wait until his friends came looking for him .As if reading his mind, the taller of the two men said, "And don't worry about your friends; they won't be coming looking for you for a while. It seems that there was some trouble with one of their cars. It somehow caught fire in the parking lot. So sad, isn't it?"

"MMMHGLEMMMHPGOM!"

"Sorry, punk, can,t hear what you're saying. I must have become deaf from all that heavy metal that you were playing." Tony mmmphhed into his gag and wiggled around on the ground. OUCH! Something had crawled inside his shorts and bitten him! Damn bugs. He tried to roll away but he was shoved back against the trunk of the tree.

"Trying to go somewhere, punk? I don,t think so." Tony watched with apprehension as the two approached him with more rope. One of them held him down as the other one wound the rope around Tony's body, tying him to the trunk of the big tree. The ropes bit into his chest as he struggled against them. Ouch, another damn bug must have crawled up inside his shorts.

"There, that's better. That should keep you in place for the night."

The night! Tony noticed that the shadows were getting longer and longer. Theses guys weren't going to leave tied up out here all night. They couldn't! "MMMPHHH". Tony stared at them, trying to plead with his eyes.

"Don,t worry, you won't be bored. We know how much you like music, so we brought something for you to listen. The collected works of Puccini. We're sure that you'll enjoy." One of the guys put down a portable CD player on the ground and switched it on. Tony winced at the terrible noise that came out of it. The bastards!

Tony struggled against the ropes that tied him to the tree, but they held fast. Another bug was in his shorts; he could feel it crawling up his thigh. Then he was blindfolded with a bandana. "It's so much easier to concentrate on the music with your eyes closed, isn't it?" "MMWWDONMMLEMEPH!."

Then Tony felt one of the guys sticking his hands inside his shorts, smearing something sticky on his thighs. He grunted as he felt the hands go all the way up to his balls, rubbing the sticky stuff on them, too. What was it? He sniffed. It smelt like honey! NOOO!

"Night night, punk. Sweet dreams. You won't be totally alone, you know. Since you're sitting on top of an anthill, you should have lots of company. And some nice music to listen to as well!"

Tony wailed into his gag as he was left alone. He could feel more bugs crawling inside his shorts. It was going to be a long night.

The End

 

Tony played by Anthony

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 05/23/2002

Play Thing

22 photos; 4:46 video

Lets Have Fun With Chad!

 

Model:Chad

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:07/23/2014

Brotherly Bondage

28 photos; 5:23 video

It's ok.  They're Brothers.

Jonny played by Alan
Trae played by on Storm
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production 01/11/2020

Young Exec Stripped

25 photos; 5:43 video

Model Dante
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production 01/15/2020

Teddy Bear

24 photos; 4:57 video

Teddy Bear played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff



Date of Production  01/13/2020

Stretched by LAshyguy

30 photos; 4:00 video

Lance had been working his butt off in college to get his business degree, and it was finally going to pay off. For his final semester, he only needed to complete an internship at a company. He applied to three different establishments and was fortunate enough to receive offers from all of them. However, one seemed to stand out more than the others, mostly because of the cute guy he would be working under. Mr. Geno Lorenzo, was the complete package, and Lance could’ve sworn there was a spark between them during the interview. Professional? No. Enticing. Hell, yes.

It was the final day of his first week. Lance was finishing some filing when Geno called him into his office. Lance looked around the empty office and thought this was the perfect opportunity to figure out if Geno really was into him.

“Close the door,” Geno said, to which Lance eagerly obliged.

“What can I do for you, sir,” Lance asked, trying his hardest to hide a flirtatious grin.

“I just wanted to let you know what a great job you’ve done in your first week. You’re a quick learner, and quite frankly, better than half the staff I employ with six figure salaries.”

“Thanks,” Lance replied, “I’m glad you like my work.”

“I’m glad, as well,” Geno said, “After all, it’s not every day an executive like myself can catch such a young stud like yourself.”

Lance wasn’t sure if Geno was still complimenting his work or hitting on him. His impulse told him the latter, and he reacted.

“Well, I’ve never worked for such a stud, if you don’t mind me saying,” Lance said.

Geno flashed a wide grin, “It sounds like you’re coming on to me, Lance.”

“Maybe I am.” And why not? Geno looked no more than five years older than Lance, and the energy between them was lighting up the room.

Geno reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a metal flask. “Well, then, how about a toast to a great first week, and to many more private evenings between us?”

Geno extended the flask to Lance. Lance accepted it with delight.

“To our future,” Lance said as he took a swig. He passed the flask back just as his fingers began to tingle. The tingling spread up his arm into his head. Suddenly, the room seemed cloudy. “Hey,” Lance slurred, “whatsgoinon….” Geno jumped out of his chair and caught Lance before he hit the floor. The last thing Lance saw was Geno’s lascivious grin, then nothing.

---

The first thing Lance realized as he came to was that his head was pounding like someone was hammering nails into it. The second thing was an odd taste in his mouth. He couldn’t quite place it, but as he opened his groggy eyes, he realized what was happening soon enough.

Lance was lying down on a bed in a room devoid of other furniture. His hands were handcuffed above his head to the metal frame, his feet tied together and secured to the opposite end. The taste in his mouth was the brand new tie he bought the previous day, wrapped twice around his head to keep him properly gagged. Finally, his shirt had been unbuttoned, exposing his smooth, taut chest.

“Oh good, you’re finally awake,” a voice echoed from across the room. Lance turned his head and saw Geno sitting in a chair in a shadowy corner of the room.

“Mmmmph mmmpph mmmph mmmph,” Lance said, which was gag speak for “What are you doing,” but Geno couldn’t understand a word.

“I’m sorry, Lance, but I can’t understand you. But I understood you loud and clear in my office. You’ve got a thing for your new boss. And if you don’t mind me saying so, I’ve got a thing for you as well. I mean, watching that cute ass of yours bent over filing all week practically made me shoot a load behind my desk. But now that I know you’re into me, we can have a little fun of our own together.”

Lance started shouting in protest, but Geno quickly placed his hand over Lance’s gagged mouth.

“Shhhh. I thought you wanted this. Don’t you want this,” Geno asked. Lance shook his head in rejection.

“Well, you wanted it just fine upstairs in my office. And I’m a fair boss. I always give my employees what they want.” Lance closed his eyes in disgust as Geno ran his hand down Lance’s chest. This was not what Lance had in mind when he decided to make a move on his boss. He pulls at his bonds in vain, but the cold metal handcuffs weren’t giving. And as minute after minute went by, Lance found it harder to stop his body from reacting…naturally.

“Oh,” Geno said with a surprised look on his face, “it looks like you are enjoying this. Guess I’ll just keep going.”

Lance continued struggling, but as Geno ran his hand down Lance’s leg, he found it harder to resist his sexual urges. Finally, Geno settled on his socked feet, lightly running his fingers up and down them.

“Are you ticklish, Lance,” Geno asked as Lance tried pulling his feet away. “I guess so.” In actuality, Lance wasn’t ticklish at all, but his feet were a sensual soft spot that could set him off with the slightest touch. Lance tried to fight back his moans as Geno worked his feet over. After what felt like a sexually charged, tortuous eternity, Lance stopped fighting it and gave it. His toes curled and he let out a long moan. Geno watched as Lance’s pants darkened between his legs.

“Are you enjoying yourself now,” Geno asked.

Lance nodded.

“Good, because we’ve got all night, and I’m just getting started.”

Lance let out a half smile. Perhaps this was what he wanted, after all.

The End

 

Lance played by Vincent

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:05/08/2014

Not So Smart

10 photos; 7:18 video

Max was definitely regretting his poor, unruly decisions now, considering his precarious predicament. This was the fourth job he was working his scam on, and until this point, everything had worked perfectly. The setup was simple…find an accounting firm looking for some young, eager hotshots, spend a couple months establishing trust, then swoop in and steal their most lucrative accounts for himself. Was it risky? Hell, yes, and that’s what Max liked most about it. Not that the idea of landing high-end clients that yielded immediate profits didn’t excite him, but the thrill of the scam was an adrenaline rush he’d never experienced before. Unfortunately, the new rush pulsing through his veins were from fear thanks to his ignorance and greed.

As he sat on his boss’ couch blindfolded with his hands tied behind his back, Max ran through the events of the evening. He was just putting the finishing touches on stealing his boss, Roger’s high-profile account when his computer froze up. Next thing he knew, Roger entered flanked by two burly security guards. Next thing Max knew, he was being escorted to the elevator.

“Do you think I’m an idiot, Max,” Roger asked rhetorically. “I monitor all my new hires for six months before trusting them with my accounts. The dummy account you just tried stealing exposed you like a snake in the grass. And I hate snakes.”

As Max contemplated how he would avoid jail time, the elevator door opened, revealing the basement.

“Wait a minute. Where are you taking me,” Max asked.

“I’m going to ensure you never try something like this again,” Roger said as the security guard grabbed Max under the arms and dragged him down the dark hallway.

Max called for help as the guard dragged him into a nearly empty room. They pushed Max down onto the couch, holding his arms behind him. Next thing he saw was Roger securing rope around his wrists.

“Look, whatever you’re doing, it’s highly illegal and…mmmpphh.” Max’s plea became indistinct as Roger gagged him with a bandana.

“Hypocrite,” Roger replied. “Finish the job, boys.”

Max struggled against his captors, but the guards were far too strong for him. Before long, his arms were tied to his side, feet tied together. Roger’s lips widened into an eerie smile that make Max shiver.

“Leave us,” Roger said. And just like that, the guards were gone. Now, all Max could do was sit there helplessly as Roger decided what to do with him. Max struggled against the ropes, but all it did was make them tighter.

“Don’t bother. I pay those guys to do their jobs right, unlike you,” Roger said as he approached Max and sat beside him. Roger patted him on the head, smiling.

“Mmmpphhh…mmmmpphhh.” Max knew it was useless, but he had to try something. Roger, incense by his incoherent please, pressed his hand against the gag. Max’s tried to wriggle away, but it was no good.

“I’m only going to say this once. I could have called the cops and sent you to prison, but I didn’t. To be honest, I really liked you. You were the most ambitious, most charismatic, and cutest of my new hires. I had high hopes for you. It’s a shame that it’s come to this.”

Max watched as Roger slowly ran his hand down Max’s chest. Suddenly, it became crystal clear what was going to happen.

“MMMMPPPHHHH!!” Max shouted as he struggled to get away from Roger. Roger laughed at Max’s futile attempts, turning him over and spanking him.

“The more you fight, the worse it’ll be.”

Max struggled with every bit of strength he had until he was completely exhausted. Sweating, panting, and still bound and gagged, Max finally gave in to his predicament.

“Are you done,” Roger asked. Max nodded in compliance. “Good, because now the fun is really going to begin.” Roger ran his hand down to Max’s crotch, reaching for the zipper.

“Now, you stole something from me, and I’m going to steal a little something from you…just to even the score. After that, you’re free to go.”

Max shook his head in objection. “Oh, if you don’t want to watch, I can help you out with that.” With that, Roger pulled a black bandana from his pocket and secured it around Max’s eyes.

“There. This will make it easier to handle,” Roger said. “See how fair I am.”

Max sat there cursing himself silently for being such and pompous idiot. As he heard and felt his zipper being pulled down, he bit his lip under the gagged and vowed never to cheat anyone ever again.

The End

 

Max played by Aiden

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:03/23/2014

Mistaken Identity By Caitiff

21 photos

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmm." For the few minutes since his shanghaiers had left, Paulo had been crying out for help. Unfortunately the thick material gagging him reduced everything he said to unintelligible and faint moans. Hidden in the corner of some basement, no one could hear him, much less help. The ropes around his hands and feet kept him from escaping.

Earlier that day, Paulo had been lounging at the beach with his cousin Gabriel. Neither boy had noticed the van that kept going up and down the road near the beach. Not until Paulo had left to get some food to bring back. Once he was out of sight of Gabriel, two men got out of the van and grabbed Paulo. Before he had time to realize what was happening, the men, three in all, had him tied up and gagged. They then sped off.

Paulo had no idea what the men wanted. Not at first. Not until one of them called him Gabriel and suddenly it dawned on him. These men thought he was his cousin! Both boys looked remarkably similar, with dark hair and eyes and the same build. Somebody who didn't know them both might have mistaken one for the other as apparently these men had.

Paulo didn't know what to do. He was bound too tightly to get away and the thick gag meant that he couldn't tell them they had the wrong guy. Of course, telling them they had made a mistake would probably make things worse. Not only would they more then likely go and take Gabriel, putting him in danger too, but they might hurt Paulo since they wouldn't need him anymore.

Paulo didn't see where they were going, he was pushed face first onto the floor, but he did notice that the van drove into a covered garage. Pulling him from the van when they stopped, Paulo was shoved into a corner and told to be quiet or else.

That had been three hours ago. The men had left eventually, secure in the knowledge that Paulo couldn't escape.

"Mmmmmm! MMMMMMMM!!" Paulo moaned as loudly as he could. Suddenly on of the men came back to him!

"Didn't think we'd leave you all alone, did you? Don't worry, no one will help you. There are people working right upstairs but with that gag, no one can hear you over ventilation. And no one comes down here but me!" The man leered as he patted Paulo on the head. Then he began to run his hands down Paulo's arms to his chest, then down his stomach. Bound, gagged and helpless, Paulo couldn't do anything to defend himself.

"And since we'll be alone for a while...." The man had a nasty look on his face.

Suddenly one of other men approached," Stop it! We got other stuff to worry about!"

"What are you doing back so early?"

"You fucked up! That..." The other man said pointing at Paulo," Is not Gabriel Mendoza! it's his cousin."

"Shit! Why didn't he say something?"

"He's gagged for one, you idiot! Come on. We have to go get the real Gabriel before anybody realizes what happened to this guy!"

"And what about this guy?"

The third man walked in "He's useless. His parents have no money! We'll get rid of him now!" The third man took out a switch edge.

"Mmmmm!" Paulo shook his head no viperously.

"Wait' the first man said," I got an idea. His parents might not have a lot of money but they gotta have some. We'll get the real Gabriel Mendoza and ransom both back to their parents for a little extra cash!"

"The other men agreed and walked off, leaving Paulo alone with the first man again.

"Now I'll have two of you." He whispered in Paulo's ear. Paulo was then retied with is hands over his head, secured to a pipe out of his reach. The the man left.

Desperately, Paulo renewed his struggle against the ropes. Unfortunately, his shanghaiers obviously knew how to tie somebody up. The knots didn't budge an inch, they only got tighter.

Certain that all the men had left to take his cousin, Paulo cried out and began banging his bound hands against the wall, hoping to get somebody's attention. But the first man had been right, with the ventilation going full blast, no one could hear him upstairs. No one had any idea that he was just a few floors below them, bound and gagged.

"Hello?" Paulo heard in the distance," Excuse me, but the toilet overflowed on the third floor and we need someone to clean it up!"

'Mmmmmpphtt! Mmmmphttffflll!" Paulo moaned as loudly as his gag permitted while banging against the wall, 'Mmmmmmmm!"

The strange man's voice began to get further away, however, despite Paulo's attempts at attracting his attention," Excuse me! But you all are supposed to be on call! Great, they aren't even here! maybe they're upstairs..."

Paulo could hear the man walking away. He had been only a few feet from Paulo but hadn't even noticed him!

"Mmmmmmm!", Paulo gave out another muffled cry. But still the man didn't hear him Over the shaking of the air conditioner. He sounded like he was getting farther away! Paulo felt a sinking dread as he realized he wasn't going to be rescued!

Then the air conditioner turned off.

"Mmmmmm!"

"What the hell?" A young man in a business suit rounded the corner and stared at Paulo, bound and gagged, dumbstruck.

When the shanghaiers, one of whom was also the janitor of the building, came back with Gabriel tied up and gagged, they were greeted not by Paulo also bound and gagged but by a squad of police.

The End

 

Paulo played by Reggie

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 04/07/2007

Hot and Bound by JMZ

26 photos; 6:20 video

It was finally going to happen. After weeks of coffee dates and long conversations about nothing Jesse and I were ready to take things to the next level. He was a great guy, and I wanted everything to be perfect. I was nervous to say the least but I knew it was time. After several failed relationships I knew this one was truly the one.

I met Jesse waiting in line for coffee. I was immediately drawn to him. He had a wonderful energy and I’ve always had a thing for red heads. We struck up a conversation and before we knew it hours had passed and we just couldn’t seem to be out of each others site for too long. It was the kind of connection that you read about in books and see in movies. I couldn’t believe my luck in finding this guy.

I noticed Jason’s ass immediately. I was standing in line for coffee when out of nowhere I saw it. It was a perfect round bubble butt. All I could think was how was I going to get a crack at this boy and how soon. I noticed him glancing at me and I figured it would be easier than I thought. I began a conversation with him in hopes of getting him to my place. After what seemed like an eternity I realized he was one of those guys. He needed a little romance and bullshit. I thought of bailing right then and there, but that ass was just too perfect, I needed at least one try at it. I figured a couple of dates couldn’t hurt. After weeks of stupid movies and endless talks about his life he invited me over for a little date. I knew what he had in mind and I couldn’t wait. I just hoped all the bullshit was worth the wait.

We sat and talked for a few minutes but I we could no longer resist. We attacked each other like animals. We kissed and touched, ready to rip each others clothes off when we noticed him. A man stood at the XXXX of the room holding somethign concealed in his pocket.  He seemed a little stunned at what he had just witnessed but quickly came to his senses. I couldn’t believe it we were being robbed. He ordered us away from each other and XXXX Jesse to tie my hands behind my back. He then tied Jesse’s hand tightly behind his back. We glanced at each other stunned at our luck.

Our ankles were bound tightly and were left as he ransacked my apartment. Jesse whispered comforting words to me and my fear heightened. The robber promised we wouldn’t be hurt and after going through all my stuff got ready to leave. He slapped duct tape over our mouths and he was gone. We struggled hard to get free. It was no use we sat there bound, gagged and frustrated.

We positioned ourselves in every possible angle to reach the knots. We moaned through the duct taped that sealed our lips, but only inaudible mmmppphhhss escaped. As we struggled we realized we weren’t going anywhere for a while, and this oddly erotic, our sweaty bound bodies rubbing against each other. I was able to pull my pants down as Jessie’s big hard cock escaped his unbuttoned jeans. We were going to finish what we started. We positioned ourselves and tried desperately to make contact. It was no use, our bound ankles prevented anything else we had in mind. We both began to thrash in frustration. This was not the evening we had in mind.

The End

 

Jason played by Chad

Jesse played by Patrick

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:03/25/2010

Intern's Revenge

25 photos; 3:46 video

Power to the Workers!

Intern played by Vladimir
Bad Boss played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff

 

 

Date of Production: 01/06/2020

Special Training

24 photos; 5:49 video

Bound Guy played by Vladimir
Bad Guy played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 01/06/2020

Strung Up Cop

25 photos; 4:01 video

Muscle Daddy played by Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/06/2019

Group Therapy by Caitiff

31 photos; 4:45 video

It was already almost five and Dr. John Jenni was still waiting for the orderly to bring him his last patient at the Sunnydale Mental Hospital for the Criminally Insane. He would be happy to finally be out of here for a nice long vacation. Let the interns deal with the nut cases for a while.

Where was that patient?

John’s rhetorical question was answered when his patient walked in leading the orderly who was bound by a straight jacket. A large leather plug gag, the kind the hospital used for violent patients.

What the hell was going on? Dr. Jenni didn’t have time to wonder. The patient, serial shanghai-er Marcus Head, grabbed his doctor. Before he knew what was going on, he joined the orderly in his own straight jacket, a think plug gag filling his mouth.

“Mmmpphh!”, Both John Jenni and the orderly groaned as Marcus took off their shoes, for whatever reason.

“Shut up, you commies!”, Marcus commanded his captives, “You wont’ stop me from my mission”

Oh great, he was in one of his fantasy worlds, Dr. Jenni thought. But that didn’t change the fact that both men were bound and gagged and in the power of a mad man.

Marcus was trashing Dr. Jenni’s office. He soon found Dr. Jenni’s concealed item that he used for self defense. He wasn't’ supposed to have it on hospital grounds but he felt safer with it near by. Now he didn't’ feel safe at all.

Marcus also produced rope, from where Dr. Jenni had no idea. Quickly Marcus began tying the bare feet of Dr. Jenni, the orderly.

"I need to keep you two quiet and out of the way until I can complete my mission.”, Marcus said as he bound the orderly’s feet together. The think leather of a gag filling their mouths, neither Dr. Jenni nor the Orderly could disagree.

Marcus invented fantasy worlds, Dr. Jenni remembered, in each he developed some reason to take, tie up and gag men who he held hostage for whatever reason. Normally Dr. Jenni would try to talk Marcus down but all that could come out was unintelligible “mmphs”

Marcus left his guests alone for a few minutes. The Orderly and Dr. Jenni took the opportunity to struggle and moan through their gags, hoping that someone would hear them. Unfortunately most of the shift had already left for the week. No one could hear their struggles.

Except Marcus who re-entered the room with even more rope. Where was he getting all this rope from? It was hardly like he could go down to a hardware store to get rope to tie guys up with.

Marcus made both bound men to sit back to back. He then used the rope to tie them both, looping the rope through the straight jackets. Now neither had much ability to move or struggle.

Finally to make matters worse for the two guests, Marcus tore off some electrical tape and taped Dr. Jennie’s and the orderly’s eyes shut.

“Aha! Now you can’t stop me. I need to find the prince of France and take him out of the country, whether he wants to go or not. So long suckers!”

“Mmmm! Mmmmpphhhh!”” Both men yelled as loudly as they could through their gags but it was no use. Marcus was gone to take and tie up some the hapless guy.

Feeling the orderly struggle against his bondage behind him, Dr. Jenni really hoped he wouldn't’ have to sit here tied up all week end. With the gag, he couldn't’ even have a decent conversation.

The End

 

Dr. John Jenni played by Craig

The Orderly played by JMZ

Marcus Head played by Sammy

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:04/10/2010

Fan Service by Brett

32 photos; 6:06 video

Joe had been on his computer all day e-mailing people back and forth. He had been answering fan mail all day. It was pretty tiring but he enjoyed it. He liked the fact that people were willing to pay money to see him tied up.

He began to boot down his computer when suddenly a demanding voice said "Don't move or turn around Joe." He froze. His heart began to beat faster and faster. What was going on? "Tie this around your mouth" the voice demanded as a white cloth was set on his lap. He did as he was told and then put his hands behind his head.

"Now this." the voice demanded as a roll of duct tape was set on his lap. He stared at it for a bit.   He moaned into the gag and began to tape his mouth up. The intruder behind him spoke again "Now strip pretty boy."

Joe began to take off his clothes. He tried to turn around but the intruder shoved him forward and tied his hands behind his back. He rested his hands on Joe's shoulder. "You like this don't you? I've been watching you on your site for awhile. I just never thought I'd actually get to tie you up myself" he said as he ran his hands all over joe's body. Joe began to scream for help in his gag as the intruder then clamped a big meaty hand over his mouth. "Now none of that now...."

The intruder lay Joe on the ground and began tying him up more. Joe wondered who this was. A crazed fan? It was kind of hot when he thought about it, the fact that a fan was so obsessed with him he'd break into his house to tie him up. It was hot until the intruder began hog tying Joe in many more complicated knots and whispered "We're gonna have some fun tonight and this weekend. I hope you enjoy. I'll be right back with more rope..."

That was when Joe knew it wasn't safe. He had to get out. He squirmed more and more but it was no use. The rope was too tight. He couldn't get out. He moved his mouth around trying to undo the gag but he had tied it too tight on himself. What was going to happen to him? Was he going to keep Joe tied up?

The intruder returned with multiple gags and a camera. He looked at Joe and said "I dunno why you are squirming so much. I thought you were into this. I'll just take some pictures for my own personal and private collection" he said as he began snapping away at Joe as he lay on the ground helpless.

 

Joe played by Chad

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:02/08/2013

Hunter and Prey by Sammy

29 photos

 

His name was Frank and he was the star wrestler for the Blue Devils. He was strong, wiry and had been a billionaire son of privledge. Had been...

 

I had been watching him for some time and learning his habit because as of several months ago I had decided that he was going to be my prey. Its how I made a very lucrative living. Apparently many incredbly affluent individuals who shall remain nameless paid very good money for tender young men to be their willing or in many ases unwilling sex slaves. Finding them, breaking their spirits and delivering them to their new life was my buisness and buisness was booming.

 

Frank was your typical jock in all respects: arrogant, cock-sure, pampered and abusive to his college underclassmen. He was always the center of attention and so it was not hard to gather information on him and begin my surveilance. After carefully stalking his actions and movements like a hawk I devised the perfect plan of attack. Every, Friday he spent at a little Irish pub called Lauralen's Pantry. It was one of those disgusting family style places where every patron knows every other. I never liked those places they always smelled of cheap booze, cigarettes and failed aspirations. It was a neighborhood shithole where suburbia natives went to die. I always assumed he was just getting an early start on having the entire world decimate his dreams.

 

Tonight, he would show up like he always did and the entire damn bar would gather around him like he was the fucking messiah and buy him drinks in payment for his newest tale of daring-do on the college wrestling mats; then he would stagger out the door after a couple of hours jump in the nearest cab and ride off to his dorm for some XXXX.

 

That was the routine and routine is the first mistake with a guy like me. I watched as he waxed idiotic growing more drunk by the minute and I even spent a little money on a very special drink for him. It was a plain unasumming beer but I had slipped a few potent little pills inside. In the seemingly neverending flow of alchahol the dizzy patrons of this place showered him in he never knew the difference. I watched with anticipation as he guzzled down the sinister pale ale gotten him. He chugged stedily not missing a single drop. Even before he had polished of the mug he was begining to get a little drowsy. I could see his eyelids grow heavy, tiny little beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. I relished as he told a disapointed crowd he would be calling it an early night, and told some lie about having to be up early for a special award only given to the MVP of the wrestling team. A showman like him would never admit to any weakness in front of his drooling fans. Overconfidance was the second mistake he would make. He knew womething was wrong; however he was laboring under the delusion that it could be slept off, how wrong he was.

 

 

He slipped out into the streets, but before he could hail a cab I approached. "Need a ride buddy.". I smiled he looked at me but his eyes could not focus on my face however the Blue Devils jeresey I wore he rcognized and instantly he trusted me. He nodded his assent and all but completely fell over trying to lean on me as I walke him to my car. We reached it just before he passed out and he practically poured himself into the backseat and slept. Sweet dreams little shithead.

 

He awoke the next day to an unfamiliar house. His clothes had been deftly exchanged for his famous wrestling jersey and his hands had been securely lashed together. His first thought was that it was a silly hazing from his fraternity or his wrestling team. In fact he spent a good deal of time chuckling to himself and yelling that he was going to beat his friends ass once they untied him. Of course after getting no response from the walls of the room I could see clearly from my vantage point on the stairs that he was begining to get worried. I quickly grabbed a roll of duct tape, raced downstairs and smeared a long sticky strip of it over his mouth. The big he-man jock boy was about to scream.

 

It was not until he saw me for the first time that he realized he was not in the house of a friend but a complete stranger. I savoured the fear that welled inside his eyes as the gravity of his current situation set in. "Easy there jock boy. You are worth a great deal of money to me. However I will damage you if I get pissed now just lay there and don't move."

 

"Mmpphh!", was his response. Maybe he agreed but I was not an idiot. I securely wrapped several coils of rope around his ankles and headed to the kitchen to make a phone call. Now, that I had the merchandise I needed a buyer.

 

It did not take long to line up a meeting with interested clientale. I always had quality goods. Of course they always wanted see and sample the product beforehand and scheduled a special party at my house for just such an occasion. I would have to fully break the little shithead's spirit make sure he was nice and passive for the festivities.

 

I hung up the phone went t the living room only to see Frank trying vainly to hop towards the front door. The slapping noise of his bare feet smacking the floor reminded me some of the best parts of breaking a new toy. I watched as he slip and fell somewhere around his second hop and almost died laughing. If he wants to do things the hard way, more fun for me.

 

 pounced on him as he was getting up. The sight of his tone ass lifting into the air as he struggled to rise was almost too distracting. Plenty of tim for that later. I grabbed a handful of his reddish-brown hair and wrapped my other arm around his neck. He tried to struggle but he could not muster the leverage necessary to use his prize wrestling moves. Not, with the tght ropes that held his arms and feet. I pulled back on his head and neck and sent him spiraling into a heap on the floor. I quickly produced more rope from my pockets and kicked his legs into the air and in one fluid motion bound his ankles and wrists together. Frank layed dazed and sprawling on his back.

 

"Mmpphhmego.", he tried to scream again through the gag.

 

I"No, but since you tried to leave I will have to punish you. I slid my belt out of its pants loops struck him across that delicious ass of his. He howled into the gag. "You see I can cause you extreme pleasure or pain. It all depends on you. I will enjoy myself either way."

 

Frank, looked at me almost on the verge of tears and nodded his acceptance. Well, he was coing around nicely. perhaps a little to soon. Either way best not to get attached. I am a hunter and I enjoy the hunt far more then I enjoy the prey.

 

Stripped Down

32 photos; 6:02 video

The Victim played by Xavier

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 03-13-2010