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Hog Tied and Barefoot
20 photos; 3:14 video
Model David
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 02/07/2019
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Hung Justice
20 photos; 5:45 video
Deputy played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/08/2018 -
Whiny Ass
21 photos; 3:54 video
Model: Mike
Photographry by CaitiffDate of Production: 11/24/2011
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Bondage Royale by Caitiff
21 photos; 3:47 video
James was in a bit of a bind. It had seemed a good plan. Play the part of a playboy and go t o Rio to find out who was behind a secret network of secret technology smugglers. All a typical day for the best secret agent that Canada’s Secret Service had to offer.
So why was James now trussed up expertly with rope in the dingy basement of the Casino he was ot meet his first contact? Somehow his cover had been blown before he even had much of a chance to use it.
“Look, I am sure there’s been some kind of misunderstanding. If you allow to talk to my people...”, James captors were no mood as a rough looking man, part of the Cuban military from the looks of him, slapped James across the face before he could finish his sentence.
“We know who you are, Mr. James Bind. You are only alive for now because it suits us.”, the nasty looking Cuban sneered and then turned to his comrades, “Shut him up.”
James couldn’t even protest as tape was slapped over his mouth and wrapped tightly around his head. Soon James as gagged as tightly as he was bound up. He was then shoved roughly into a rickety chair.
James was now their prisoner but he wasn't’ totally helpless. Unknown to his captors, his sun glasses held a micro recorder. At least when he managed to get out of this he could go back and analyse everything that had happened here.
One of the thugs grabbed some more rope and roughly jerked James foot back. Then using the rope he bound it to the chair. The thug seemed to take delight in forcing James leg to bend backwards until it hurt and feeling up every part of his bound body.
James grunted for effect as he was man handled. But in actuality he was trying to focus his glasses in the direction of the ring leader as he talked on the phone. While he couldn't’ make out what the man was saying, James knew that the audio his micro recorder was picking up could be amplified and translated.James grimaced as his other leg was bent backwards at an angle it was never intended to go. These men were =sadistic and James had no intention of being their prisoner any longer then he had to. He hadn’t planned on being captured so quickly. But he was certain his training as an escape artist would get him out of this. He only needed an opening.
He soon had it. The ring leader and his men, confident that their prisoner was properly restrained and silenced, left the room. James immediately went to work on his bonds. His captors were good, that was for sure. The knots were all placed well away from where his hands could reach. And the bindings were tight, designed to get even tighter if he struggled too much. Any obvious means of getting loose had been accounted for. A lesser man would have been helpless. Undoubtedly these goons had had lots of practice tying up lots of such men. But James wasn't’ so easily deterred. He found just a bit of slack. It was tiny but if he could turn his wrists just a bit and twist his chest, he could increase the slack enough to get free.
James immediately ceased his struggles when he heard the ring leader come back in. The Cuban stared at James and then took his glasses.
“Mi Amigo likes your glasses, senor.”, and then the Cuban left.
That was too odd, James thought. They didn't’ know about his secret micro recorder, did they? James’ heart began to race. better ot get free and deal with this later. James had the un nerving feeling that his cover had been blown so fast because there was a double agent in the agency!
James continued his struggles. It took several moments and James knew that at any moment he could be discovered. If so, his one chance at freedom would have been gone.
Suddenly his right hand came free from the rope! Now al he ha dot do was loosen a few knots
Unfortunately at that very moment the Cuban came back in. Before James had any chance ot defend himself, the Cuban latched hs arm around his prisoner’s neck and squeezed. James felt himself blacking out.To Be Continued
Mr. James Bind played by Brant
The Cuban played by Evil Joe
Rope work by Evil Joe
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/23/2008
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The Bunny Hop by Soft Touch
30 photos
It's not safe out in the woods these days. My name is Gordon and all I wanted was the feel of a breeze on my face, the smell of green things growing all around me, and just a little exercise to trim down my spare tire to a more manageable size.
All of a sudden this guy I'm going to call Jumbo jumped out of the bushes right in front of me. I can’t remember the last time I saw something that was so big and fast that kind of threw me for a moment.
I wanted to be reasonable and I tried to tell him that I didn’t carry a lot of money while I was out jogging, but he just grabbed me up in his big paws and sneered.
“You?d better let go of me or I’m going to call a cop!”, I threatened just as loud as I could. But Jumbo spun me around, pulled me close to his sweaty body, and covered my mouth with his big paw.
“You ain?t gonna be calling nobody!" his low voice hissed into my ear.
Then he twisted my arm up behind my back really hard and I saw that he wasn”t smiling at me any more.
“You want I should break some of your bones or do you want to be trussed up like a chicken for awhile?”
I really didn”t like either one of those choices, but I could see that he had his rope all ready so I went along, hoping to keep him happy and then maybe he would go away.
It wasn’t easy for me to let him put his big paws all over me and then I really yelped when he pulled those knots really tight.
“You make a lot of noise for a little feller.”
Jumbo pushed me down onto my knees. Then he spread this bandanna between his two big paws and used it to force my lips open and to push my tongue out of the way while he bitted it between my teeth and then tied it really tight behind my neck. But all I could think of was that I hoped that the bandanna he was using was reasonably clean.
Then he shoved me down onto the grass, XXXX my legs together with his big paws, and then began wrapping another piece of rope really tightly around my bare thighs. It hurt, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of hearing me yelp again.Then I could see that he was really enjoying himself. He was leering at me while he wrapped and tied another piece of rope tightly around my ankles.
Finally he took my money. I cursed into my gag and called him three different kinds of stupid. I would’ve given him my money if he had just asked for it. No, I guess that would have spoiled part of his fun. I think he really enjoyed tying me up.
I say that because of the happy smile that was on Jumbo?s face when he waved goodbye to me and went on his merry way. That happy smile of his kind of made me angry so I lay there cursing him out for awhile before I realized that I had another real problem.
Here I was out in the woods somewhere. I was all tied up so that I couldn?t go anywhere. And I was all gagged up so that I couldn’t call for help or even tell people where I was.
Then I spent a lot of time and energy, twisting and pulling and groaning and rolling around on the ground before I finally had to admit to myself that I wasn?t going to be able to get free from these ropes without somebody’s help.
But where was I going to get any help? I chose this trail because it was well off the beaten path and far away from where all the yuppies showed off their new jogging outfits while they pranced around. None of them would dare come this far into the woods. That was too bad. I was so desperate now I’d even thank a yuppie for some help.
Gordon, you got yourself into this mess, I told myself. Now you’re going to have to get yourself out of it. But how? I couldn’t even walk.
The Bunny Hop! I don’t know why I thought of it, but it was the only way, and now I was glad that I took those stupid dance classes back in school.Let?’s see, how did it go?
“Got to find a way, got to get home. Hop-Hop-Hop!”
“I look like a fool, but it can’t be helped . Hop-Hop-Hop!”
“Gonna find that Jumbo; get a little payback. Hop-Hop-Hop!”To be continued.
The Mugger played by Steve
Gordon played by RonPhotography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/23/2003
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At Attention
26 photos; 6:51 video
Soldier played by Dylan
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production:05/29/2014
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Caught in the Act by Sammy
36 photos
My roommate had fallen asleep in his favorite chair after looking at his favorite porn again. He always liked looking at the pictures of hot guys tied up and helpless. Well tonight was his fantasy was coming true. He had always slept like a log. Nothing short of his twelve different alarm clocks ever woke him up usually. It ws absolutely no trouble to truss him up throughout the whole procedue he never even woke. I started with lots of criss-crossing rope around his neck and chest. I wound it around and around his torso then criss- crossed it several times and looped I over his neck. Then I moved on to his legs and wrapped several intricate criss-crosses and looped more rope around and around his ankles and just above and below his knees to ensure he was bound up tight ass a christmas ham. Finaly the coup de gace I smeared a sticky piece of duct tape ove his mouth and shook him until his eyes nearly leaped out of his skull.
"Welcome to your fantasy", I sneered, "Now, if you obey every little command I give I will ensure that you enjoy yourself to the fullest. Do you understand."
"MMpph, mm." he nodded his head vigourously.
He seemed to already be enjoying himself if the growing bulge in his pants was any indication. I reached down and graabed it and he convulsed with pleasure.
"No. no, not yet I am not ready for you begin having fun. I was just letting you know who was in charge."
Despite myself I found that this was also very enjoyable for me as well.
"Get up off the the chair and lay on the ground." I commanded.
"Mmph, mm." he nodded his obedience and after a bit of a sruggle he stopped hopped a few feet and awkwardly lowered himself to the ground.
"Now, roll onto you stomach and lift your feet int the air."
"Mmpph, mmm?!"
Once again he did as he was told and I quickly produced more rope and cinched hi into an extreme hog tie. His face turned read with the intensity of the cruel bondage.
"Now, since you have been such a good boy I shall give you a small treat. Roll over."
As soon as he struggled to a sitting position in the hog tie I reached down and unzipped his pants...
This was going to be a fun night for both of us.
The End
The Room Mate played by Eddie
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/15/2007
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In My Hands
22 photos; 5:40 video
Dean was just doing his job as janitor, cleaning the office when Donovan broke in. Soon Dean found himself bound and gagged.
Unfortunately Donovan decided he had time to spare and took his boredom out on the helpless Dean.
Model:Dean
Model:Donovan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:06/03/2014
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Stay Awhile
22 photos; 10:43 video
Renter played by Jon Storm
Evil Landlord played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/15/2018 -
XXXX on the Job
22 photos; 5:22 video
Worker played by Rawy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/23/2012 -
Frankie
24 photos; 4:17 video
Model: Frankie
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/25/2008
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Helpless to Act by Kurt
28 photos
Ted was doing as he had been told...standing in the corner with his face to the wall. It was humiliating, but when an object is pointed at you, you're inclined to do as you're told.
He had just come back from a long run, and when he entered the house, he immediately heard some odd noises coming from the living room. He peeked in, and saw two figures in black rifling through his stuff and pushing the furniture around.
"HEY! Who the...." Ted exclaimed, and the two men swung around to face him. They had on stocking masks which squashed their facial features in that creepy way Ted had seen in movies and on TV shows. And one of them was pointing that object right at Ted's chest.
Gesturing with the XXXX, the intruder "invited" Ted to join them. Ted had instinctively raised his hands when he saw the object, and took a few steps forward. He was grabbed by the other guy in a headlock.
"Now, just be good, kid, and you'll be all right. We'll be out of here in a little while."
Ted gasped for breath as the muscular arm tightened around his throat, and some little white fireworks began to pop in front of his eyes. The guy moved his arm, and grabbed Ted's arms, twisting them behind his back in a vise-like grip. Ted heard the unmistakeable sound of duct tape being torn from a roll, and the armed thug plastered two wide strips over his mouth, sealing them down tightly with the edge of his hand. At the same time, Ted felt thick rope being wound around his wrists, and knotted. As soon as his hands were locked up in rope, he was pushed into the corner.
The two strangers went back to work, trashing Ted's living room.
After about ten minutes, one of them spoke.
"Hey Lenny, I think this is the wrong house. There ain't no safe in here."
"Hey kid, is this 1292 Evergreen?"
Ted's eyes widened and he shook his head "NO!" as he tried to grunt through his gag. He lived at 1294 Evergreen.
"Dammit, Lenny, we better split!"
"OK, but we better tie the kid up more...gimme the rest of that rope!"Before he knew it, Ted was pushed down onto his butt, and his ankles were quickly roped together. Then he was rolled onto his stomach, and his legs were pulled up and tied to his hands, hogtying him.
"Sorry, kid, our mistake", the one with the XXXX said. He swung the butt of the object towards the back of Ted's head, and Ted went out for a nice long XXXX.
The End
Ted Played by Matt Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:03/05/2011 -
The Naked House Boi by Caitiff
33 photos; 6:30 video
Carlos was pissed. Busy and pissed. He and his room mate, Daniel, had always had a competitive streak. Each could not pass up a bet. And the consequences had been escalating.
Having seriously misjudged how much the Chicago Cubs would win by, Carlos had lost. As his punishment, he had to be naked whenever in the house and guests were not over. Not only that he had to be Daniel’s house boy, cooking and cleaning and at Daniel’s whim when not at work.
They had compromised in that Carlos could wear an apron so his wang wouldn’t hang out. But if Carlos felt Daniel slap his ass one more time...
Busy cooking dinner so it would be done before Daniel came home, Carlos had forgotten to lock the door. He had had to come home early just to get things ready, that asshole Daniel had wanted a four course meal. Carlos had stripped, put on the apron and begun getting things prepared when he heard the door creaking behind him.
“Damn, you aren’t supposed to be here yet!”, Carlos yelled and then stopped short as he saw it wasn’t his room mate who had entered the apartment.
A man in a hoody stood in the door way.
“Do as I say and you won’t get hurt!”, He said. If he noticed that Carlos was nude he didn’t mention it.
The man spun Carlos around. More embarrassed to be seen by a total stranger bare ass naked then even scared, Carlos put up no fight as his hands were securely bound behind his back.
Carlos fidgeted in the ropes, trying to find the non-existent slack. His hands were tied tight. Carlos was totally under this guys control. To complete that control, Carlos was gagged with a bandanna tied tightly between his lips.
“Mmmmpphh!”, Carlos grunted through his gag for all the good it did him. He could only pray that the guy didn’t have any other plans for him, like taking off the apron Carlos wore. Being bound and gagged was bad enough but Carlos did not want to be completely naked too.
Fortunately the man only seemed to want to rob the place. He had been thrown off because the few times he had checked the apartment out, both residents had been gone at this time.
He threw Carlos onto a stool and commanded him to sit where the man could keep an eye on him.
Carlos could only obey and watch as the man made a mess of the apartment Carlos had cleaned a little while before. In frustration, Carlos moaned through his gag as he also struggled against his ropes.
Annoyed that his hostage wasn’t being co-operative, the man took out more rope and tied up Carlos’ feet. More rope was used to further secure Carlos to the chair.
“Mmmmaammmm?!”, Carlos pleaded but the man wasn't listening. Seeing that Carlos was pretty flexible he bound his captive’s arms together was well, cinching the ropes tight. Finally he blindfolded Carlos.
Now Carlos was even more helpless. He couldn’t speak nor see nor move off of the chair. Unfortunately Carlos never did have the sense to know when to quit. He continued to struggle despite knowing that his captor was right there in the room watching him.
The robber, however, had already torn the small apartment apart and besides for a watch and some dress shoes, he had found nothing of value he could take. This thing was a bust.
For a while the man considered taking his frustration out on the half naked guy tied up in the kitchen. However the man decided he didn't’ have time. The other room mate would be home before too long and the man had other places to go.
Blindfolded, Carlos had no way of knowing that he was now alone. He continued struggling and grunting through his gag. Eventually his persistence paid off, at least in part. He did finally manage to get off the chair though his hands were still bound. Carlos also slipped the gag out of his mouth.
Carlos heard the door behind him open again and tensed. Had the robber come back? “What the hell is all this shit?”, Carlos heard his room mate Daniel exclaim.
Carlos had his blind fold taken off and before his stood Daniel.
“Oh thank God! It was a robber! He..”“Oh please. That’s the lamest story you have ever told me. I knew you wanted to get out of fulfilling your bet but did you think this would work?”
“What? No! There really was a robbe..Mmmpphh!”, Carlos never got to finish that sentence as his room mate shoved the gag back into his mouth.
“And the place is a pig sty!, “Daniel yelled. Gagged again, Carlos could not argue. “All right, I guess we go into a penalty round. I don’t know how you got yourself tied up but you can just stay that way until I think of a proper punishment. You can bet on that!”
“Mmm!” Carlos was seriously considering not making any more bets. The End
Carlos played by Xavier
Daniel played by JMZ
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/13/2010 -
Bound Boss by TBBM
24 photos; 6:06 video
Ron Jeffries was a tough editor at a local newspaper, pressuring his staff to go that extra mile for a scoop, to dig a little deeper.Most of his staff thrived on it and most had the same loose relationship with ethics that Ron did. The more a story could be embellished, the better. The consequences of misleading the public with the truth was not something that Ron lost a lot of XXXX over. Or any at all.However for every negative action, there was always going to be a consequence and when Ron started publishing stories that were a hit piece on a potential Mayoral candidate, it didn't take long for that candidate to get a little even on the unscrupulous editor.Ron had stayed late at night when two men broke into the offices of the paper he was adding the final touches to. Ron didn't have time to do anything before his assailants tackled him to the ground, tied and gagged him and brought him away.Ron was brought to the home of the Mayoral candidate to whom he had taken such an extreme dislike to. The candidate only smirked as he looked Ron up and down, the latter being manhandled by hired goons."I really don't know what your issue is with me, Mr Jeffries," the candidate said. "But I'll not have you or your rag of a paper sabotage my good work."Ron gave him a look to say "try and stop me" before realising that his current predicament was doing just that."We'll have to get rid of you without it looking like we had anything to do with it," the candidate said, slowly circling Ron before adding. "Yes, I fear a rather unfortunate fate is to befall you, Mr Jeffries."Ron did not like the sound of that one bit."Put him away for now," the candidate continued. "A secure room where no-one will look for him.""Yes sir," one of the goons said as they both began to manhandle Ron out of the Mayoral candidate's study. "Come on, Mr Editor. We have a nice place where you can retire before the end."Ron was left in the basement, tightly bound and gagged to struggle before being told he'd be taken care of in a few hours. He knew his life depended on getting out of there and fast. It took all the strength he could muster but he began to slowly loosen his bonds. Pulling the gag out of his mouth, he knew he had be smart if he was going to get out of this one in one piece.The Boss played by Ron Jeffries
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 02/13/2019
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Harassing the Jock
25 photos; 6:55 video
The Football player played by Rex
His Friend played by Rick
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/19/2019 -
Captured Officer
20 photos; 4:06 video
Captured Officer played by Mike
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 12/18/2018
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Slade's Golden Boi
31 photos; 5:55 video
Golden Boi played by Syler
Slade by Himself
Photography by Slade
Date of Production: 08/13/2016 -
XXXX Out and Tied Up by Nick007
31 photos; 4:37 video
Kyle was one of the most terrible people on this planet; he was a head CEO of a major company who was very corrupt. He would regularly order someone in the company to dump illegal chemicals into the nearby river because it’s cheaper than disposing of them the right way. We locals were not very happy about it and we tried everything we could think of to get that company to stop. We wrote a petition, but he just ignored us. We tried protesting in front of the company, but he called the police and some of us got taken in for disturbing the peace. We even managed to take him to court, but his $500 an hour lawyer got him off Scott free. There was no hope of stopping Kyle legally so my good friend Rick suggested something a little different. He said we would have to confront Kyle face to face; I agreed and told the other locals that Rick and I would take care of this problem. So, I grabbed my rope/tape and Rick got his XXXX and we went Kyle’s house.
It was a big fancy house with two red Ferraris in the driveway, and a lawn that had very expensive fake grass. “Is this what that bastard spend his money on while the river ecosystem is dying?”, Rick sneered; “Don’t worry”, I confronted him, “We’ll make sure he never buys another useless luxury again”. We climbed over the wooden fence and jimmied the back door; “Wow, he has all of this money and yet he has no security?”, Rick commented; “This guy is so full of himself that he probably DOESN’T need any”, I responded. We went over the plan of how to “convince” Kyle to stop dumping his crap in our river. Suddenly we heard a car pull in; we pulled the silk curtain back to see that Kyle has just pulled up in yet another red Ferrari. “Show time”, Rick smiled holding up his white cloth.
Kyle walked up and slowly unlocked his front door. Immediately, Rick grabbed him and put the cloth over his mouth; he struggled for about 10 seconds before he slipped into unconsciousness and fell to the floor. “Ok”, he said, “Let’s tie this corporate pig up”; I had my rope in my hand and walked over to the passed-out Kyle. His arms and calves were XXXX so it was easy to place them together for a quick and dirty tie-up; I made sure that I tied his hands and legs very tightly before I got up. “Now, let’s get him into that chair over there”, Rick pointed. So, I grabbed him, sling him over my shoulder and place him on the chair.
“My turn”, Rick made his way towards the back of Kyle’s chair pulling out a purple bandana. “Hm, what’s that for?”, I asked; “well”, he chuckled, “we got to make sure he doesn’t call his $500 lawyer again”. He XXXX the purple gag through Kyle’s teeth and tied it real tight; “Hm, I don’t think that’ll be enough to shut this guy up”, I stated as I pulled out my good old grey duct tape. “Please”, Rick insisted, “Be my guest”. I took a long strip of tape and pressed it over the bandana. “Now that that’s done, let’s get started”, Rick cracked his knuckled.I gave our captive a quick wake-up slap. “MMM?”, Kyle moaned before he realized what had happened. He gave a quick jerk forward, but Rick quickly pushed him back down on the chair. “I guess you’re wondering why we’re here today Mr. CEO”, I said while Kyle looked up straight at me. “We are here today because you are a very bad man who has done very bad things”, I answered Kyle’s confused look. “Yea”, Rick continued, “You have been putting your company’s chemicals into the river and we want it to stop”. Kyle just glared at us and turned the other way; I could see Rick’s muscles flex as he held his fist. I pulled Rick to an adjacent room and told him to calm down; “No”, he pulled away, “That little shit doesn’t even care about anything, but himself”! “I know, I know”, I tried to diffuse him, “Let us just stick to the plan and we will get him to care”.
I waited a minute until Rick finally cooled down. After, we went back into the room only to discover that Kyle was missing. “WHAT!”, Rick almost broke the sound barrier, “WHERE THE HELL IS HE?!” I heard some hopping sounds from the kitchen so I sent Rick to search in the opposite direction of it. I knew Kyle was in the kitchen, but I didn’t want Rick knowing that so after Rick left, I went to the kitchen. When I walked in, I saw Kyle trying to cut himself from with a knife; “Whoa whoa”, I quickly stopped him. I span him around; he tried ramming me into the wall, but I pushed back and fell to the floor. “OK”, I sighed, “You can either listen to me for about 30 seconds OR I can call Rick back in here and let him deal with you”. Kyle nodded and looked up at me. “Good, now, you and your company are ruining the environment with all of those chemicals and we don’t like it. We want you to dispose of the chemicals the right way and don’t even say that money is an issue because by the look of this house and your three Ferraris, your company is doing very well”, I laid it all out for him.
He sighed and looked very regretful. I called Rick back into the kitchen and explained everything that happened. Rick crouched down towards Kyle and plainly said, “You better be good on your word or we will come back”. We decided to leave Kyle on the floor and make our way out. “MMM!”, Kyle called out and Rick responded, “Why don’t you use that kitchen knife to get yourself free”. We left waiting to see if Kyle would really do what I asked.
The next day, Kyle called a press conference and gave a public apology about his company and vowed to do whatever it took to restore the river to its natural state. That night, the town had a huge party in the local bar. Someone came up to me and Rick while we were partying asked how we did it. We both answered, “Let’s just say that the environment is more important to Kyle now than his money”.Kyle playd by Matt
Rock played by Arturo
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production 04/10/2009 -
My Cup Runneth Over by Fidelis
24 photos
Ah, home sweet home, Richard thought as he stood on the stoop, stamping his feet to get rid of the excess snow. It had been a long and profitable week, but now he was going to get some well-earned rest and relaxation. As he shrugged off his overcoat, he couldn’t help but smile as he thought of the coup that he had managed to pull off this week. Snatching away the Jamison account from that loser Jones had just been the icing on the cake. Icing that was going to bring in big bucks and big kudos. Yes, there was definitely going to be a promotion in store for Richard Stephenson. He chuckled to himself as he thought of the look on Jones’s face when he realized what had happened. It had been priceless. Hmm, it was a bit chilly in here – there was a distinct draught blowing around his ankles. Once he had hung up his coat in the closet he would..
"SURPRISE!"
Richard had no time to react before a figure leaped out of the closet, tackling him, XXXXing him to the floor. He XXXXd as his necktie was grabbed and wrapped around his throat, throttling him. It felt as if his eyes were going to pop out of his head as his supply of oxygen was cut off. Not content with strangling him, his assailant was banging Richard’s head against the floor.
"Take that, you smug, cheating bastard. I hope it fucking hurts!"
Even with roaring sound in his ears, the voice sounded familiar to Richard. Just before he passed out the pressure on his throat eased. As he tried to drag air into his empty lungs, he was flipped onto his stomach, and his arms were dragged behind his back. Gasping for breath like a landed fish, he couldn’t stop his attacker from wrapping rope around his wrists.
"Stand up, you slime ball. Oh, you have a problem getting up? Here, let me help you."
"OOOOOWWWWWW!" Richard shrieked in pain as a hand grabbed his hair and dragged him to his feet. He was sobbing as he was dragged into his living room and thrown into a chair. It was only then that he got a good luck at the man from the closet.
"Jones" he wheezed "what do you want?"
"Shut the fuck up you two-faced piece of shit. I don’t want to hear a word out of you. This’ll help you to keep quiet."
"No, don’t …GMMMMMPPHHHHHH!"
Richard thought he was going to puke as a piece of cloth was shoved into his mouth, halfway down his throat. A couple of pieces of tape sealed in the cloth, effectively silencing him.
"MMMPHHHNOOMMMOUCHOHHHNNOOOOSHTOP!"
Hmmm, Jones does seem really pissed, Richard observed to himself as his business rival wound rope tightly around his body. He didn’t care one little bit for the manic gleam in Jones’s eyes. The guy had always seemed a bit edgy, but this was ridiculous. Talk about overkill! So what if he had lost the account? Something equally juicy would turn up. Eventually.
"How does that feel? You don’t look quite so smug now, you smarmy turd. Ha, if they could see you now. All roped and gagged and mussed up. What should I do with you now? Let me think about it. Gee whiz, I’m all out of ideas. What do you think, Richy baby? Hmmm? Speak up, I can’t hear you."
"GGGGGMMMMWHYMMDONMMWEGGTALKBOUTMTHIS? HMMMM?"
"HAHAHA! Talk? I’m sick and tired of listening to you, you glib ass kisser. You really did a fucking number on me with Jamieson, didn’t you? I am surprised you could still talk, your head was so far up his ass. No, no talking from you, babe."
Hmmmph, what a sore loser. Jones was just jealous. If he wanted to succeed in this business, he had to smooth away his rough edges, and learn to talk about the things that counted. Good wine, fine dining, boating, travel, things like that. Richard rolled his eyes as Jones ranted and raved. He would just let the poor idiot run out of steam. The schmuck would eventually come to his senses and realize what a big mistake he had made. Of course, Richard hoped that he didn’t realize quite how badly he had erred when he broke into the house and abused and bound him. Oh, this big blond was going to jail for a long, long time – plus, he would lose his business. There were still a few choice tidbits that Richard hadn’t managed to pry loose from him. The thought of the vengeance he was going to wreak almost made him forgot his discomfort.
"And all of that fancy talk about wine. Who the fuck wants to drink wine that tastes like earth and blueberries and chocolate all rolled into one? You wouldn’t stop boasting about your wine cellar and all the pricey vintages that you had collected. Why don’t I go and look and see what I can find? Hmmm? Does that sound good to you, Richy Rich?"
Richard’s musings came to an abrupt end. His wine cellar? No, even Jones wouldn’t dare touch his wine! It was monstrous! As Jones would off in search of the wine, Richard began a frantic struggle to get free. He wriggled and squirmed trying to reach the knots around his wrists. As he heard the distant sound of glass shattering, he threw himself to the floor, thinking that he might get wriggle room if he was lying down instead of sitting in the chair. As he heard more crashes, he gave up on freeing his wrists, and concentrated on trying to undo the ropes around his ankles. If he could free his feet, he could make a dash for it and summon help before this madman inflicted any more damage.
"Where do you think you’re going, tricky Dicky? It’s not polite trying to leave just as the party is about to begin. I’ve got to fix you. Now, no kicking! That is even ruder. Tsk, tsk, trying to kick your guest. What would Mumsie think? There, that should keep you in one place. Now it’s time for a little drink. All of this work is making me thirsty. What should it be? This Chateau Petrus, or this Chateua…whaddya call it? Yquem? Or how about this Screaming Eagle. Yeah, I think the bird wine. At least its made in the good old US of A.
"MMMMNNNOOO!!!GGGMGMPPHNOTMMTHESHREAMINGMEAGLE!"
Richard wept in impotent fury as the philistine calmly sat down in a chair, turned on the TV and opened the precious bottle.
"Hey, it’s not too bad. It will taste better with a little Coke or something like that added to it. Lemme see what I can find. Don’t you go anywhere."
Richard nearly had a stroke. It was bad enough that he would have to lie here and watch that prick drink his wine, but to XXXX to watch its desecration with pop…no, he couldn’t bear it. He made a titanic effort to free himself, grunting in pain as he strained every muscle in his body. Alas, it was futile. He couldn’t loosen the ropes one little bit.
"Mmm, this is yummy. I could get used to it. No wonder you like this shit so much. Just a little more Coke….delish!"
Richard lay on the floor in sullen silence, as he unwelcome guest sucked back the bottle. He was fuming, plotting how to get even. Jones was going to regret the day that his mother met his father. Why the fuck couldn’t he shut up. Richard tried to block out the sound of Jones’s rambling, but it was impossible. Even the sound of the cartoons on the TV couldn’t drown out the sound of the increasingly inebriated Jones.
"Well, hick, that wasn’t too bad. You know, Dicky, I’m feeling better already. Now, this one is almost a dead soldier. What do you say that I try this Quemy stuff, no that’s not right…Y-Quem. That how you say it?"
"MMMMNNOOOOO! GGMUGOTTAMMSTOPNOW!"
"Stop, why should I stop? I’ve just started. You know, this stuff makes even a sack of shit like you look kinda good. Yeah this hooch here is making me feel all soft and gooey, romantic even. What do you think, Richy? You want to be pals, huh? Come on, talk to me."
Richard gulped as Jones grabbed his hair and XXXX him to look up. Seeing the bulge in Jones’s jeans made him gasp. Jones couldn’t , he wouldn’t. Would he? But…Richard would do almost anything to save the rest of his wine. He gulped through his gag and attempted to look inviting.
"MMMERRMMMURR….SURE! GGROMANTIC!"
"Thats a boy. Just one more lil drink, or maybe a couple more, and then we’ll get down to business."THE END
Richard played by Rodrigio
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 02/08/2005
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XXXX Strip by Zac
30 photos; 6:03 video
Jerome was excited about his interview. He worked in construction a few years and was offered a chance to move up into management over a small crew of guys. He really bonded well with his crew, and Jerome often stepped up to lead when the crew chief was busy. Now Chief Danny is retiring and was given the task of choosing a new guy to lead the pack. He only know one person for the job...Jerome
Jerome was told to show up at Danny's house at 2pm sharp to discuss the job and conduct a formal interview. It was a small construction company, and meetings were often held there. Jerome has met there many times, which was the perfect bait to capture this beefy hunk hahaha!
Danny was obsessed with bondage porn and no one knew of his addiction. He kept it way in the dark from his professional life, except when he meets a good friend now and then. It was the perfect way to lure guys into his ropes. Usually his playmates are friendly but rather twinkish, but Danny was getting bored with twinks and wanted someone who was well built so he could play with him hehe
Jerome showed up as asked he was very punctual and precise with his orders. He dressed well in a preppy stripe shirt and black jeans oh how nice to get Danny all hard before this meeting even started haha!
They sat down and got all the boring stuff outta the way then Danny said "Well Jer I think ur the perfect man for the job.""Really sir?" Jerome replied
"Absolutely!" Danny confirmed "Would you like to get started right away? We need to go through some training scenarios so I can test your skills."
"Sure" Jerome nodded"Now don't panic Jer this may seem a little odd at first but I think you can handle it rather well."
"OK man"
"Sometimes in the field a manager has to know what to do if a crisis situation arises. We build high security warehouses, and a few times we've been held up and robbed for information that will grant them access to them. We will demonstrate a little skit. I'll play the robber and ur the supervisor dude. I have to see what ur going to do to make a final decision to promote you. Loss prevention is our highest priority, and this is a pass/fail test, do you understand?""Uh OK I guess..." Jerome said in a confused way
"Now slap this gag on NOW!!"
"Uh OK..." Jerome was scared outta his mind but trusted his boss with his life. Jerome cut one strip of tape off a roll Danny threw at him and slapped it over his pretty face..."mmmppphh" he replied in grunts
Danny pointed a XXXX at him and demanded Jerome to strip his clothes off first his shirt then his tight jeans.
"Mmmmpphhh?""Don't worry kid I have to get you ready for the treatment hehe you won't be hurt unless you disobey me!" Danny fired a shot at the floor and Jerome really freaked out and ripped his shirt clean off!
"MMMMPPPPPHHHHH! MMMPPHH!!"SHUT UP BOY OFF WITH UR JEANS NOW!
"MMMPP!" Jerome quickly stripped his bottoms off to reveal a nicely tight curved butt with defined legs. Danny couldn't resist how hard this meaty jock was he couldn't wait to squeeze him and feel him up watching those hard muscles in his pecs and arms squirm in his arms as he manhandled him hahaha! He had a really sick mind! :]Danny quickly cuffed him up, and as the cold metal dug into his wrists, Jerome was hoping this was near the end. Maybe this line of work wasn't for him he just hadda get himself outta there and quickly!
"MMMPPPHHH LEEPPHHH MEEE GHHHOOOOPPHHOOO!"I said quiet down boy!" He slapped Jer's ass hard "MMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHH!!!"
"That's right squeal all u want I've got you now, and now I can keep you for a very long time hahahaha!
Jerome was speechless his boss was CRAZY! He hoped to dear God he will get outta this alive, even though this was a test to see if Danny can break him of his pride and cockiness."MMpppphh! NoopphhOOOO!!
Danny grasped Jerome around his body and tightly caressed his hand grooping his pecs firmly then pressing against his abs towards his hard tent deep in his underpants. Then his worst nightmare became real as Danny reached down and squeezed Jerome's balls and cock so hard he precummed all over himself like a fire hose as he was bein' XXXX and tormented for his boss' pleasure. How could his boss be so evil? "MMMMPPppppppphhhhhmmpphhhmphh..." Jerome began to cry as tears came pouring from his eyes. He was now fully exposed to this man he thought he knew well. "Sorry dude, you didn't stick it up like a man, you fail!"
"MMMMPPPPHHAAAHHHPPH!"Jerome later awoke in his bed screaming at the top of his lungs with sweat and semen all over his sheets? "What the hell?!"
Then the phone rang...it was Danny!
"Hey man you still interested in the job? Meet me at 2pm sharp."Jer was speechless and just hung up on his boss in fear. He later quit and went back to school for a real job lol
Jerome played by Jace
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:08/29/2010
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All Taped Up
20 photos; 5:33 video
The Guard played by Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/18/2019 -
My Valentine
20 photos; 4:23 video
My Valentine played by Dean
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 02/07/2019
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Naked and Hog Tied
29 photos; 4:16 video
Model: David
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 02/07/2019
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Bad Dream by Gilroy
25 photos; 5:05 video
Tony’s head was swimming. Stray thoughts floated through his head, odd dreams of memories from a few hours before. He had been at the club. He had “borrowed” his dorm mate’s ID so he could go clubbing. And it had worked. The bouncer gave him a funny look but let Tony in. And everything had been fine until some guys cornered him in the bathroom. Then everything went black.
Tony came too from the sucker punch slowly. His head was pounding and his eye was bruised.
“Mmmmmm?”, Tony moaned through the tape over his mouth. He was only somewhat aware are his hands were tied behind his back. His legs were then tied tightly together at the ankle’s and knees. Tony’s XXXXs, satisfied that their captive wasn’t going anywhere, pushed over on his side as he slowly came too.“Mmm? Mmmmm!? MMMpph!”, Tony moaned incoherently from behind his gag as he regained consciousness. He pulled at the ropes around his hands, realising he was tied up and helpless.
What’s going on?, Tony thought. This wasn’t a simple robbery. What did these guys want with him?
Tony looked at his two XXXXs, sitting at a table a few feet away with ski masks on with a combination of fear and anger.
“He’s awake., one of them said.
“About time. Go get the camera so we can show Daddy how well we’ve been taking care of his boy.”
The other XXXXs shot a polaroid of Tony.
“Lets hope your Daddy thinks your worth a chunk of his fortune.” He said with a sneer.
What the hell were these guys talking about? His dad was a plumber. He didn’t have a fortune, unless rotting national geographics counted as money nowadays.
Then it al clicked when another XXXX pulled out Tony’s ID. only it wasn't’ His ID, it was his room mate Jerry’s. And Jerry’s dad was filthy rich. Oh shit!
“We almost didn't’ recognise you with the hair. But now that we have you, expect to not go anywhere for a long while.”
“Yeah, a cute ass like yours roped up. Hope we don't’ get bored waiting on your dad to pay up!” And the XXXXs laughed evilly.“Mmmmm!”, Tony pleased but he really didn't’ know what he could have said even if he hadn't’ been gagged. If they knew they had the wrong guy they might decide to cut their losses and kill Tony right now. It was probably a good sign that they wore masks. They obviously wanted to make sure Tony couldn’t identify them later. And that meant they planned on there being a later.
“All right, hog tie his ass. No need to give rich boy a chance to hop away while we aren’t looking.”
Tony had his legs XXXX to bend and then secured with rope. Tony grunted at the rough treatment but the captors only laughed at his discomfort. “Get used to it kid. The last guy we XXXX stayed tied up and gagged for almost a month. We had to keep him naked so he wouldn’t smell so much.”
”Is that we kept his ass naked and tied?“, his buddy joked as he gave Tony an evil leer.
Fear filled Tony. It was only a matter of time before these guys figured out he wasn't’ Jerry. And then who knew what they would do.The End?
Tony played by Ryan
Photoraphy by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/24/2008
