Almost Got Away

22 photos; 4:13 video

Model: Donovan
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Prodiuction:10/10/2013

Foot Patrol by Fidelis

22 photos; 3:05 video

 

 

 

"You know, Deputy, you’ve hurt my feelings. Trying to get away – abusing my hospitality like that. You make me think that I should have just gone and tossed you into the swamp and let the ‘gators make a meal of you. Though, that would have been a waste of a nice hot Deputy body. Now, what am I going to do with you? Huh?"
  Ross sat on the couch, not moving a muscle. The damn fool punk had that XXXX pressed right against his head. The kid had a slightly dreamy look in his eyes – he was probably high on something. Oh shit, oh shit. Ross felt the sweat soaking into his undershirt as the kid slid the XXXX down his face, letting it rest against his cheek. What was he going to do?
"There, that looks much better. Are you still comfy? Would you like a cushion for your head? Oh yeah, you look just fine like that – there won’t be any trying to get away now, will there, Deputy? I’ve really got myself a hot uniform package, haven’t I?
"MMMRRRMMMPHHH! MMUGGGHHHH!"
  Ross strained against the ropes that kept him hog-tied. Damn, now the kid had really gone; Ross could hear him humming away in another room. He had to get out of here. The punk must be some kind of pervert – Ross didn’t like the way he had referred to his hot Deputy body, and called him a hot uniform package. Ross had heard about people like him – hanging out in Key West and South Beach. They just didn’t have pervs like that here – no wonder he didn’t recognize the punk. He must be from the big city. Ross arched his back, trying to break the ropes. Damn, but they were tight. He lay on the floor panting. The ropes were so tight there was no way that he could reach his belt.
"Look what I have here, Deputy. Something for us to watch! ‘Reservoir Dogs’. Have you seen this movie, Deputy? I think that you will enjoy it. It has some very…interesting scenes in it. Just let me move you around a bit. Man, but you are a big guy. Yeah, this is great. I get to watch a movie with a cop as a foot stool."
  Jess chuckled to himself as he switched the DVD player on. This hick Deputy probably hadn’t seen the Tarentino masterpiece. He would really start sweating once they got to the cop scene. Jess had plans for this stud cop. Plans that didn’t include blood and mutilation. Oh no, he was going to give this cop a grand time, whether he wanted it or not. He’d done it before; he would do it again. He knew that both of them were going to have a very enjoyable evening.

 

Ross played by Stu
Jess played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/26/2005

Out for a Jog by Fidelis

20 photos

 I had been keeping track of the bastard for months. I had his routine down pat. I knew what he did, where he went, whom he saw. Luckily for me, he was a creature of habit. The days he was on duty were the easiest, because he did the same thing every day. He left at exactly the same time, and then after work he went out for a few beers with his macho cop buddies. It would have been fun taking him out of the parking lot of the bar, but it was a real cop hang out, and I decided it was too dangerous. I wouldn’t have minded getting my hands on some of his pig friends, but I didn’t overestimate my abilities. One cop at a time was all that I could handle.
I decided that it would be much better to grab him on one of his days off, and I knew just when and where I was going to do it. He went jogging every morning when he wasn’t working, trying to keep that hard cop body from getting soft from all of the beer and doughnuts that he poured into it. So far he was doing a good job. I had spent many a morning with my binoculars trained on his sweating, muscular body as he pounded the pavement. Concealed behind a hedge, or in my car, I had observed sweat dripping down his finely sculpted chest, soaking that strawberry blonde hair of his. I was going to make the bastard sweat myself, but that sweat wouldn’t be from jogging.
It was a hot Sunday morning, and this was the perfect time to make my move. All the nosy old biddies who kept such a close watch on the comings and goings in their neighbourhood were at Mass at St. Philomena’s, and the young couples who were rehabbing their houses were still asleep, or just waking up and drinking their designer coffee. There was no one to observe my capture of the dirty cop who had ruined my life. I was going to take the bastard and break him.

 I waited around the corner from his house, sitting slouched down in my car, until I saw him jog past me. 7.32 exactly; he was right on time. I had already decided where I was going to grab him. I had another 19 minutes to get into place. I drove off and parked the car where it would be right in his way as he passed. I had observed him taking a break at this spot every single morning – the guy was like a robot, he never varied in his routine. I hopped out and removed the license plates, and then crawled into a convenient clump of rhododendron. I checked my watch. Another 10 minutes to go. I could feel my heart pounding. I prayed that nothing would go wrong. The tire iron was clutched in my hand. I had been reading medical textbooks, trying to find the exact spot to hit Officer Gerrittsen. I didn’t want to kill the bastard, or even to cause him any serious damage. All I wanted to do was to incapacitate him for a short period of time. Just long enough to get him into the trunk of my car. Five more minutes to go. I was sweating like a pig, now that the time for revenge was so near. I peered through the leaves, looking down the street. He should make his appearance any minute now. Yes, there he was. Oh, this couldn’t be any better! He was taking his break, and doing it leaning on my car! This was great! He was only a few feet away from me. I was surprised that he couldn’t hear my heart thumping. It was time to move. I crept out of the shrubbery.
  "Hey, Tom! Tom Gerrittsen! Over here!" He turned in surprise, and I charged at him. He didn’t have a chance to react before I whacked him. He slid to the ground, ending up in a crumpled heap. I took a quick look around. The street was quiet; I didn’t see any curtains moving. Good. So far it looked like I was in the clear, but I had to move quickly. I popped the trunk and then bent over and pulled the inert cop to his feet. Christ, he weighed a ton! Huffing and puffing, I managed to roll him into the trunk. He lay there, not moving. I put a finger on his neck. Yep, he was still alive. That was a relief. Just then I heard him moan. I grabbed some of the rope that was in the trunk, and quickly tied his hands behind his back, pulling the rope as tightly as I could. I wanted the bastard to suffer. I ripped a piece of duct tape from the roll that I had stashed with the rope, and plastered it over those handsome lips. Hmm, I thought. One piece wasn’t really going to be enough. It was better to be safe than to be sorry, and after all, I had lots of tape. I smoothed a second piece of tape over his mouth, making sure that the ends were firmly affixed to his cheeks. Gerrittsen was beginning to stir. I had one last adjustment to make. Taking some more of the rope, I tied his roped hands to his waist. There, that should hold him for a while. He groaned again.
  "MMMPHHH. GGGMMWHAT? MMMHEY!"
The cop’s blue eyes opened and he stared at me. I smiled as I saw him recognize me. The look of fear on his face was priceless as he realized that he was roped and gagged and at my mercy.
"MMMONOO! GGMMWHATMDOING? GGUUCANTDOTHISMME! MMWONTGETAWAYWITHMMIT!"
  Gerrittsen started struggling in earnest, grunting and fighting against the ropes. This was great. I was loving every minute of it, having this arrogant macho homophobic cop under my control. And the fun hadn’t even started yet. I grabbed Gerrittsen’s close-cropped hair and shook his head. He moaned and closed his eyes in pain.
  "You behave, big boy, or you’ll be sorry. I’m the one in charge now, not you. You’d better get used to that fact. You haven’t got any of your friends in blue to back you up now, do you? Mmm, I wonder what they would think if they could see you now, especially looking like this!"

 I grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, revealing his luscious butt. Oh God, it looked even better than I thought it would. Gerrittsen uttered a muffled scream as I caressed his firm gluts. Yum, they felt great. I was going to have fun with this corrupt, dirty pig. I could barely contain myself as I listened to him scream through his taped lips, struggling to escape my hands. His eyes bulged with fear as I fondled him. Yeah, I was going to have a great time breaking this cop. I gloated as I slammed the lid of the trunk shut. It was time to get out of here.

Tom Gerritsen, the Jogger played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff

Plug

30 photos; 6:38 video

Model: Patrick (AKA Tynan Fox)
Photography By Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 12/29/2008 

Putting Him to Bed

20 photos; 5:20 video

Bound Guy played by Alan
Bad Guy played by Nick
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 08/31/2019

After the Game

30 photos; 4:12 video

Soccor Player played by Vladimir
Rival played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 08/16/2019

Shorts and Socks

28 photos; 4:26 video

Model: Remy


Date of Production: 07/23/2019

Corporal in Trouble by Caitiff

34 photos; 5:08 video

Hindsight was 20/20.  Not that it was doing Corporal Dylan Tyler any good.  He knew he wasn't’ supposed to go off the base at night, especially not in uniform.   But Dylan was horny and none too bright.  He wanted to get drunk and he knew the local women went crazy for an American in uniform.

    Dylan figured he would sneak off, get  a little tail and be back long before revelry that morning.  The first part of his plan worked all right.   No one noticed Dylan sneak off.  He did find a really hot girl who seemed like she couldn’t wait to get into Dylan’s pants. 

    Unfortunately, the girls friends grabbing Dylan, tying his hands behind him, and shoving him into the back of a van was not part of Dylan’s plan.  Suddenly he remembered why he wasn’t supposed to go out on the town in uniform. 
   
    The XXXXs did not a thing.  Whenever Dylan tried ot talk he got a hard XXXX on the head.  Dylan didn’t know where he was being taken but it looked like the bad part of town.  The XXXXers stopped at a dark house, shoving their captive out the van and into their hide out.

    Dylan was shoved onto a bed.  He got up the nerve ot try to talk to his XXXXs again.

    “Uhh ok.  Uhh what do you guys wa..Mmpphh!”, Dylan was cut off as tape was wrapped tightly around his head.    

     Dylan was then XXXX to his feet and shoved into a cramped closet.  They pushed his ass onto a chair.  Rope was taken out and used to bind Dylan’s knees and ankles.

    “Mmph!, Dylan protested for all the good it did him.  The XXXXs shut the door behind them, leaving Dylan alone in the closet.  At least they hadn’t turned off the light.
   
    Dylan shifted uncomfortably in his chair.  Though he wasn’t tied to the chair itself, he dared not get off it.  Dylan didn’t want to make too much noise.  He could hear his XXXXs just outside the door.  Dylan could also hear what sounded like rats scurrying around.    Dylan was certain that if he moved too much the accumulated junk in the small space would come crashing down, bringing who knew what with it.
   
    Instead Dylan tried testing the ropes that bound him.  The cords were wrapped tightly.  Not so tight that Dylan worried about losing feeling in his hands but enough that he couldn’t just slip out.  Frantically Dylan sought any knots.  Unfortunately the ropes formed a tangled mass.  Dylan couldn’t be sure when he found a knot.  And when he worked on any of the clumps he thought was a knot, he made no progress at all.

    Even the tape gag was secure.  Dylan doubted he could get it off without the use of his hands.

    Dylan realised he was going to stay bound and gagged for a very long time.

    Dylan slept fitfully.  He didn’t know when he managed to fall aXXXX.  Dylan only knew that he woke up stiff and incredibly sore,  a thin beam of light leaking in from behind the crack in the board over a small window.

    “Mmmmpphh!”, Dylan gave a pitiful moan when his XXXXs opened the closet door.  They took the tape off his mouth, let him drink some water and then gagged him again with tape.  Worse, they tore off a strip and put it over Dylan’s eyes.

    “Mmmmmfffaaaa!”, Dylan began to panic at the thought of staying in that small space, not only bound and helpless but blind as well.  Dylan began developing a severe case of claustrophobia.

    The XXXXs did not keep Dylan in the closet however.  They XXXX him up onto his feet.  Dylan had to hop on bound feet, blindfolded, forward.  Dylan was scared to XXXX he would trip. 

    Dylan couldn’t know where has being led but he felt a wall and figured he was being put in a corner.  Dylan heard the click of  a camera.  The XXXXs spoke among themselves.    Dylan wished he could understand what they were saying but he had never cared to learn the local language beyond how to order a beer or pick up chicks.  However he did recognise some words, like the name of the base and Dylan’s commanding officer.  He also heard them talk about money.

    This lasted for a few minutes. In that time Dylan could feel his legs beginning to buckle underneath him.  Hands grabbed him as he fell to the floor, making his descent more gentle then it would have been otherwise.  Sill, Dylan’s ass stung as he hit the floor.
   
    There continued to be some shuffling and then silence for what seemed an eternity.  Dylan thought he might be alone though of course he couldn’t see.

    “Mmmmm?!”, Dylan let out a long moan and then another but no response.  There was no noise either.  The whole house seemed quiet.  Dylan was now certain he was alone.

    Dylan knew this might be his only chance to escape.  He didn’t know where he could find the strength though.  He had been bound and gagged for at least a day.  He was starving and sore and  weak as a kitten.  Still, Dylan tried to fight the ropes.  This time he didn’t care if he made noise.  He bucked and twisted, fighting the ropes with what little strength he had left.  He even began to grunt through his gag, preying that some bystander outside might hear him.

    Desperately Dylan rolled on the hard concrete floor.  Though he couldn’t see, Dylan’s head did bump against what seemed ot be the stairs.  But tied up and helpless a she was, Dylan didn't’ try to climb it in his condition.  He was pretty sure if tried he would only end up breaking his neck.

    “MmmmPpphhhmmmm!”,  Dylan gave an angry grunt.  He was still no where near getting freed.  He would have given anything to be untied, to have this stupid gag taken off of his mouth. 
   
    Dylan stayed bound and gagged on the floor in that house for the rest of the day.  The MPs found him after they arrested some of the locals who had tried to ransom Dylan to his commanding officer.

    Corporal Dylan Tyler became Private Dylan Tyler.  And he never sneaked off base again.

Corporal Dylan played by Cliff

Photography by Caitiff

Let Me Go by Kirk

31 photos; 3:53 video

 

 Mike knew he had problems.  The 26 year old went from bouts of road rage to violent outbreaks that brought him to the point of hurting people he loved.  Macho as always, he knew he had to bring his anger under control before something worse happened:  and end him in prison or worse.
 
His buddy Jake, a marine home from Iraq, suggested he try an attitude adjustment.  “I’ll train you to fix that attitude of yours.”  “How, mother fucker?”   “You’ll see.  Come to my house Saturday at 7 AM.  And bring rope. “Why rope?”  “You not game?”  Mike agreed.  Friday after work he went to the Home Depot and purchased length diameters.  He arrived at Jake’s defiant as ever.  “Ok, shit head, begin my attitude adjustment!”
 
“Shut the fuck up and from now on, not a word, understand fuckface.”  Mike’s anger began to well up but he bit his tongue.  “Well, I am going to rope you like a pig.  Make you focus on yourself.  Feel your anger with no control.”  Mike had second thoughts when Jake tossed him a rag and a roll of duct tape. “We do this in pow training. Now, Start with your mouth: tape it up tight!.”  Mike knew he was at the point of no return and rolled the tape tightly gagging himself.  “Now fucker, on your knees hands behind your head and submit to the rope.”  Again Mike complied and submitted his body to Jake’s professional roping.
 
Jake looked down at Mike, fully restrained.  Mike roped his crossed wrists behind his back, nice and tight. He lashed his upper arms tightly to his sides by turning the rope around his torso.   Mike began to struggle.  His only result was skin burn on his wrists.  Jake turned Mike on his back, and bent his legs.  He tied them together at his knees and ankles.
 
“Now fucker, feel your anger and do something about it.”  Mike just moaned.  He realized he was helpless, his anger useless, and if he moved he only ripped his wrists to shreds and cramped his muscles.   He felt his pulse in his numbing arms and legs became aware of every trickle of sweat that poured forth from every pore on his body.  He realized he had no external control but complete internal control.  He sat in his misery and waited.
 
“Now the final adjustment,” Jake said.  “I have control of your body; you have control of your mind.  Which will win out?”  Mike XXXX his mind to focus as he waited what was to come, his breath heavy with fear.  Jake came down and hogtied him.
 
Can’t get out?  Go on, try!”  Jake watched for some fifteen minutes as Mike fought the bindings.  He turned all around the floor and got nowhere very fast.  He stopped. Exhausted.
 
“Untie me.” Mike demanded.  “Why, you pissed off?  Angry?  What you going to do about it?”  Mike realized that he was helpless and his anger only caused him rope burn. He stared at Jake.

 

 

 “One two things left for your management lesson for today.  Jake knelt down, XXXX Mike on his side, and sat on his bent legs. He tickled his feet with no mercy.  Mike bucked and fought but could not stop the torture.  “Pissed off?  Who gives a shit?”  Jake finally stopped, exhausted.
 
“Your second lesson is patience with anger. There is no way you will get out of that roping.  So, just lay there for the night.  I’ll return in 24 hours and check in how you are doing. If you are still tied up we begin lesson three.” Jake left!

 

“Management my ass, I got to break out of this shit.”  Using all his anger Mike kicked and rolled and bucked and cursed, even freeing his gag and calling for help.  But alas, in the end he lay there, exhausted.  His anger subsided as he realized he lost control and was helpless.
 
“It’s going to be a long night,” he thought.  “I wonder what lesson three is?”

 

 

 

Den of Thievs by Caitiff

23 photos

 

How did he manage to get himself into this mess?, Joe wondered for the umpteenth time. Sure, he was as sick as everybody else in the neighborhood with the string of burglaries that the police couldn’t seem to solve. And when he and his brother Frank had seen the shadowy figure coming out of the window of Ms. Wilson’s house, Joe hadn’t thought anything of running after the man. Joe was on the track team in school and easily managed to follow the fleeing thief to the old abandoned McGreavy house. Unfortunately, Joe had lost Frank in the chase. Otherwise, Joe might had had some help when the thief’s partner jumped him right outside the house. Winded from his run, Joe was easily subdued, a hand clasped tightly over his mouth as another hand bent his arm painfully behind his back. Joe was XXXX into the house.
“What are we going to do with him?” The first thief asked his partner.
“If you hadn’t been so stupid as to be followed in the first place! We have too perfect a set up here to let you mess it up!” The second thief spat out, twisting Joe’s arm even harder.
“How as I supposed to know there would be a stupid kid following me. I ran as fast as I could. Look, al we got to do is get rid of him.”
“I ain’t taking a murder rap for some second rate stereo equipment a few diamond rings.”
“All right. Let’s tie him up then. Gag him tight so he can’t yell for help. we can clear out with our stuff by tomorrow. and this kid can spend the next week bound and gagged in this pit with the roaches while we get away. ”
Al right.” the partner agreed as the first thief gathered some clothesline,”But if you mess up again, you’ll be sitting tied up and gagged right next to him. I’m tired of your screw ups!”
The first thief seemed to take his partner’s words to heart as he tightly tied Joe’s hands behind his back. Joe tried to struggle as best as he could but the larger man holding him had him pinned and helpless. Wiggling his wrists, Joe soon realized that his chances of freeing himself weren’t good. More rope bound Joe’s feet and knees. The thief then grabbed a filthy rag from the floor of the derelict house and knotted it in the middle.
“Ok, time to gag our little snoop”, the first thief said. The hand over Joe’s mouth released it’s grip only to be replaced by the foul tasting gag that filled Joe’s mouth.
Bound and gagged, Joe was utterly at his captor’s mercy. They XXXX him into a back room and onto a musty couch.
“If you know what’s good for you, you'll stay put and quiet. Remember, we don’t have to feed you while you’re tied up here.” The second thief said before the left Joe to wait out his captivity.
Even though Joe knew it was useless, he continued to fight the ropes. But the ropes were tied to tightly and Joe was still too exhausted to accomplish anything.
  With nothing to do but sit tied up uncomfortably, Joe’s thoughts raced through his head. Would his brother Frank be able to find him and come back with help? What if the thieves decided they would be better off with Joe permanently out of the way? what if the thieves left him here and Joe couldn’t free himself? How long would he end up staying in this abandoned house, bound and gagged?
Just then Joe saw the window and got an idea. he dared not make any noise, even through his gag lest his XXXXers hear. But if somebody lived nearby, they might see joe was being held hostage and cal the police.
  Carefully Joe got to his feet and hopped as softly as he could over the window. Joe had no idea if anybody would see him but it was his only chance. Hopefully Frank had picked up his brother’s trail and would see him.
But Joe hadn’t been careful enough. A hand grabbed Joe’s shoulder and threw him away from the open window.
“Nice try.” The second thief said as he pushed Joe back to the couch.
For a second, Joe was worried the thieves would decide to do away with Joe right there and then. But they instead hog tied him on the couch. Now if Joe tried to move, al he would accomplish would be to fall to the floor and hurt himself.
  “You’re such a smart guy. Well now you can stay hog tied like that for the rest of the time. Don’t worry, after the first week, you get used to it.”
Now Joe was really uncomfortable. He was beginning to lose circulation in arms and feet and the gag that filled his mouth tasted so bad it was making him feel sick. Joe seriously doubted he could last out a week tied up and gagged like this.

 

 Suddenly Joe heard a noise outside the house.
“Hey Joe! Joe! Are you in there?” Frank’s voice yelled out.
Oh no. Frank had picked up his trail but he didn’t know that Joe had been captured, his XXXXs waiting to spring a trap right inside the house. Joe had to warn his brother!
“Mmmmmm! Mmmpphhffmmmaaaaa!” Nothing but an incomprehensible groan escaped the gag’s thick material. Desperately he tried to force the rag out of his mouth but like his bonds, the gag had been tied too tightly.
  Joe heard the front door to the house creak open.
“Joe? You in here? Did you find ..Mmmmpph!?!” Joe heard his brother say, followed by the sounds of a scuffle.
Hog tied and gagged silent, Joe could only lay on the couch and hope for the best.

 

 

Joe played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff

 

Orange Jocked

31 photos; 2:33 video

Model: Aaron
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 10/04/2005

Worn Out

20 photos; 3:25 video

He's Had a Long Day

Model: Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff

 

 

Date of production: 08/29/2019

Bubble Butt

26 photos; 5:31 video

Model: Troy

Date of Production: 08/10/2019

Whats In the Closet?

20 photos; 4:54 video

Underwear Model played by Steve Thompson
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 07/03/2019

Speedo

26 photos; 5:15 video

Model: Marcus

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/19/2005

Against the Clock by Caitiff

24 photos; 2:08 video

It would all soon be over, Detective Ted Daniels thought. Normal police procedure had been useless in nabbing Jimmy the Weasel. Just like his name sake, Jimmy always managed to squirm out of any charge brought against him because of lack of evidence. But Ted knew something else about Jimmy. To run his operation, Jimmy needed to keep some kind of records. And Ted knew that those records had to be in the house of Scotty McKrackin, Jimmy’s trusted friend. Of course going to get those records was hardly on the up and up. So he couldn’t tell anyone what he was doing.
A little jimmy on the lock and with XXXX drawn, Ted walked into the back door. It was dead quiet.
Maybe it was because Ted was so busy looking into the house for any sign of trouble or maybe Scotty McKrackin was just a really good sneak. But in either case Ted didn’t see McKrackin coming up from from behind. By the time Ted sensed a presence behind him, it was too late. A hard thud, a bright pain and everything went black.
..................................
  Ted awoke slowly and painfully, a low groan escaping his lips in Scotty McKrackin’s basement. This alerted his captor who was standing over Ted as he came too.
“What the ..MMPH!!”, was all Ted could say before Scotty McKrackin clamped his hand over Ted’s mouth.
“Got to keep you quiet”, Scotty said, one hand hand gagging ted while the other pulled a leather ball attached to a length of leather from his pocket. With one quick motion, Scotty shoved the ball gag cruelly into Ted’s mouth.
“Mmm-MMnnph!”, Ted moaned furiously through the gag. Desperately he tried to move but he found his hands and feet securely bound with rope.
  “I was told you might be dropping by.”, Scotty said as he tied a white cloth over Ted’s already gagged mouth to secure the ball gag even more, “So I whipped up a little surprise for you. Unfortunately it’s not quite ready” Scotty checked the ropes binding Ted and then walked upstairs.
If I’m going to get away, this is my chance, Ted thought. Ted was a strong man. He worked out every day and had the muscles to show for it. But bulging muscles didn't’ help much when you were bound and gagged. Ted twisted and strained ot get loose from the ropes binding him helpless. But try as he might, he didn't’ seem to be making much headway. Then Scotty came back downstairs.. with a BOMB!!

I was going to save this for after I had left.”, Scotty said casually to his hostage. Tightly gagged, Ted could only glare at Scotty as he explained his plan. “You see, I already have a ticket a small nation with no extradition. And those records will be hidden again. But to cover my tracks I’m going ot use this little baby. And you’re going to go with it. You’ve made some friends of mine very angry. I think I should get a little extra bonus for taking care of you.” Scotty set the bomb on a chair nex to Ted and then activated it. It’s ticking echoed throughout the room.
“Mmmm!!”, Ted grunted angrily. But it was in vain. he was tied and helpless. With this stupid gag filing his mouth, he couldn’t even yell for help.
“Well, enjoy your last few moments of life. You have ten minutes.”, Scotty gloated before grabbing a suit case and walking out, leaving ted alone to spend the last moments of his life bound and gagged in the basement.
“ As he struggled, ted realised that ten minutes wasn't’ really that long of a time. And he seemed no closer to getting free of the ropes. What to do?
Fortunately Scotty hadn't’ tied Ted to the chair. He still had enough movement to hop up off the chair. After a few moments of making sure he had his balance, Ted hopped on bound feet to the chair where the bomb ticked away. Ted could see the wires and for a moment he considered trying to disarm it while he still tied up. But looking at the complexity of the wiring made ted reconsider his plan.
Looking at the clock, Ted realised he already wasted most of the time he had. His only chance was to get out of the house before it blew. Franticly he hopped as best he could towards the door. Getting up the stairs would be tricky. Doing door knobs with his hands bound behind his back could slow him down even more. Ted doubted his chances. But it was the only chance he had.
  Sweat was now streaming down Ted’s Face and neck. With his hands bound behind him, Ted couldn’t wipe the trickle of sweat from his eyes and he grunted and cursed into his gag in frustration. His entire body was becoming soaked. And this was what was going to save Ted. Almost without realising it, the sweat had acted as a lubricant between his hands and the rope. In his twisting, Ted managed to finally get his hands free!
Ted wasted no time that his good luck had given him. He undid his feet, ran up the stairs and out of the house just before it burst into flames.
Looking at the flaming wreck that had once housed the proof he so desperately thought, ted realised that Jimmy the Weasel had escaped again. He would never catch Scotty and the records were hidden again.
But Ted wasn’t going to quit. He’d bring down Jimmy another day.

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 this! 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 off, 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

 

Jock'd

32 photos; 4:23 video

Model: Aaron

 

Photography by Caitiff

 

Caught With His Pants Down

25 photos; 4:53 video

Bound Guy Played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/18/2019

Stuck in the Closet

20 photos; 4:52 video

Victim played by Rex


Date of Production: 08/06/2019

Poor Little Rich Boi by Zac

25 photos; 5:33 video

 

Basic Training by Fidelis

29 photos; 3:18 video

 

Ohhhhh. Sergeant Mike Brown tried to rub his aching head. What had happened? He had heard loud music, drunken shouting and smelled doobie. He had gone to investigate, and thenPOW!!! Something had slammed into his jaw, and everything had gone dark. What the fuck? Why were his hands tied together? And his feet? He was going to kick some ass. If those new recruits thought that they could get away with something like this, they had better think again. Once he got his hands on them, those sorry little bastards were going to wish that they were still at home with Mommy to tuck them in.
"You buggers, you come and untie me now!!! "
"Hey, Sarge, you got a problem?"
"You, youI should have known that you were behind this, Creighton. You're in BIG trouble now! I'm gonna rip your balls off!"
"Gee, I'm scared, Sarge. Can't you see me shaking? That's mighty big talk from someone who's all tied up. I'm tired of listening to you. You're spoiling our fun. Open up, Sarge."
"Don't you even think about..GGGGMMMMMMPPHHHH!"
"What's wrong, Sarge? Cat got your tongue? You're not so tough now, all tied up and gagged. Just you sit there like a good Sergeant. You don't want to be a party pooper, do you? The kids are finally having a good time."

 

 

 

 

Fucking punk! Mike pulled at the new ropes that Creighton had added to his bindings. The foul taste in his mouth seemed to be getting worse. Yuck. No matter what he did, he couldn't loosen the gag or the ropes. He howled through the gag. What the hell were those kids on? They were getting louder and louder, hooting and hollering. "Yeah, Creighton, go for it! Bring the bastard in!"
"Hey, Sarge, guess what? The boys want you to join the party. Isn't that nice of them? It seems that they're all kind of frisky and need some release. I mentioned that you were out here, ready and willing to give them what they want. What do you think about that?"
"MMMNNNOOOOO!" Sergeant Brown screamed into his gag as Creighton grabbed his feet and started to drag him towards the room full of horny young men. This couldn't be happening to him! OH SHIT!!!!!

 

 

 

Waking Up by Kirk

18 photos; 3:03 video

 

It was the last straw.  The anger had been building for years.  He snapped.  Twenty-six year old Eric was livid with rage.  He had taken abuse from his older brother Tommy since he was a kid.  Tommy would beat the shit out of him.  Tommy would jump him, tie him up, and leave him fir hours.  As they got older, Tom my would sabotage his dates with his girlfriends, steal and destroy his homework, even call his boss at work and accuse him of stealing parts from the job.  Eric moved out when he was sixteen.  But Tommy kept ragging him, an obsession to destroy his younger brother at any cost.
 
And Eric snapped.  He had prepared his supplies:  Rope and Duct tape.  He had no remorse, no second thoughts.  It would be murder.  Simple murder.  Yet, revenge.  Ultimate revenge.  Eric got to Tommy’s house knowing his Saturday morning routine:  his boy friend would be drunk and crashed out from the night, and good boy Tommy would do the house cleaning.  Eric crawled through the basement window with the broken lock and waited.
 
Eric remembered.  It had been the last straw.  He was sixteen and Tommy jumped him when he got home from school.  Eric had put up a good fight but his brother was stronger and soon had his wrists tied behind his back.  Eric struggled as his brother stripped him and bound him.  Gagged and blindfolded, Tommy dumped the naked bound boy in the back of his car and drove at 1 AM to the high school football filed where he dumped his kid brother at the 40 yard line.  Eric struggled for hours until he finally got free and walked home at 4 AM naked through the streets.  Completely humiliated but grateful nobody had seen him, he left that night. 

 

 

Eric hit him.  Hit him hard.  Tommy, carrying the laundry basket down the stairs slumped to the floor.  Eric looked at his brother, hatred welling up in side of him.  He lifted his unconscious brother and put him in a chair.  Eric was breathing heavy.  His heart was exploding in his chest as he crossed Tommy’s wrists behind him and began to bind them.  It felt good, very good as he pulled with all his might at the rope tying his brother’s hands.  “You roped mine so fuckin tight I had rope burn for days,” he spoke to his brother, who was moaning and awaking.  Eric quickly neutralized his brother legs and feet, and roped his arms and legs to the chair.  He liked it, the feeling of control he finally had over Tommy, who just awoke and begin to get his bearings and test his ropes. 
 
“What the fuck are you doing?  Get me out of these ropes or I will beat the shit out of you your worthless pile of shit!”   Eric grabbed his brother by the throat with one hand and shoved his hand over his mouth with another.  “You are going to die today you mother fucker!”  Tommy began to buck his body at the ropes as Eric shoved a sock from the basked down his Tommy’s throat and tapped gagged him.  Tommy began to squirm in the chair and bang it around and cursed under his gag, but Eric had been planning to rope his brother for years and Tommy was going nowhere.
 
Tommy helplessly watched as Eric put the clothes in the washing machine.  He set the cycle for 30 minutes.  As the clothes began to wash, Eric spent the half hour getting revenge on his brother.  He beat and kicked the bound man as Tommy, defiant with rage; gag mumbled how he planned to kill Eric when he got free.  The buzzer sounded, and Eric moved the wet cloths to the gas dryer.
 
“You kill me.  You have it wrong, mother fucker!  I kill you - you son of a bitch!”  Tommy, now sweat covered from his struggles and abuse, watched as Eric unhooked the gas line from the back of the dryer.  Soon Tommy smelled the natural gas filling the room.
 
“It should take some time.  This is a big room.  I’ll be watching for the explosion!”
 
Eric left.  Tommy went ballistic.  He was terrified and fought his bindings, moving the chair all around the room.  The gas kept escaping from the cloth’s dryer.  Tommy was screaming, hoping his boy friend would hear, but the gag made it impossible.  He finally slumped and began to sob in the ropes, shaking in fear.
 
The gas hissing stopped. 
 
Eric shoved his head through the window.
 
“You are dead meat.  You will not know when or where.  You are dead meat.”
 
Eric left helpless Tommy slumped and defeated bound and gagged. 
 

 

Roy Toy

25 photos

Model: Roy

Photographer: Caitiff