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The BlackMailer by Caitiff There he lay on my couch, the little punk. He had been so smug and secure, thinking he could black mail me. But now he was the one XXXX out. I handcuffed him to the railing. I tied his feet to the other side. He would be all stretched with only that flimsy cover all between me and my revenge. He stirred a bit. I was ready for that. I took out a nice thick plug gag. I shoved it into his mouth, latching it behind his neck as tightly as I could. He wouldn’t be able to talk or spit it out. He opened his eyes. He shifted, not realising what had happened to him. Once he felt the ropes around his feet and the hand cuffs around his hands he began to struggle. It was futile of course. But it made me happy to see him slowly realise how fucked he was. “Mmmmm?! Mmpphh mmm Mmmaaphammm!”, He tried threatening me at first. Then I could tell he was begging through the gag. I just smiled. I undid the zipper on his cover all. He went commando so all I had to do was strip him down. I exposed his chest, his nice flat stomach and then I saw the beginnings of his pubes. “Mmmm! MmMMM!”, He renewed his struggling and moaning. He had thought he would get the better of me. Now he was my new toy. I could do whatever I wanted to him. I tied his dick to the railing. He wouldn't move too much now. “I decided instead of money I would give you something else instead.” I said as I pulled out his throbbing cock and began to stroke. I began slowly and then sped up. Then slowed down when he was on the edge. The slowed down again. He moaned, “Mmmmmm... mmmmpphh...” in frustration and anger. I would continue this, breaking him slowly. I would keep him on the edge until he begged me to let him get off. I would make him beg to do to him whatever I wanted. He would learn to never cross me again. The End The Black Mailer Floyd Fitz Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:07/09/2012
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Model: Nicholas Armor Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 02/27/2018
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Model: David Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 03/07/2018
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Model:Tommy Gunn
Model: Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/14/2017
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Hans walked quickly to his small little apartment. He was running late for that story on police corruption. His editor needed it in the next few hours. But Hands had left one of his files at home. He had just enough time to run back, grab the file and then finish the story. Unfortunately the subject of his investigation had already beaten Hans to his home. Officer Millek was waiting for Hans as the journalist walked through the door. “What the....” Hans blurted out as strong rough hands grabbed him from behind and put him ina head lock. Desperately Hans struggled but slowly everything began to fade to black as he lost consciousness. Officer Millek knew he had to act fast. But first this snoop had to be taken care. Millek took out a pair of hand cuffs and cuffed the unconscious reporter to a chair. Millek repeated the process on his victim’s other hand. Some rope was used on his feet. Hans had his ankles lashed ot the legs of the chair he was cuffed too. The next step was the blind fold. Millek had been careful to grab his victim from behind. Hans would not be able ot identify who attacked him. Millek meant to keep it that way. A bandanna went over the XXXX man’s eyes, blinding Hans. Millek was just finishing up when Hans began to groan. he was waking up. That was fast. “Ohhhhh, wha...hey! Mmmmmpphh!” Hans was cut off by a gloved hand over his mouth. “Mmmmm?! Mmmpphhmmmaammm!”, Hans protested for all the good it did him. Fortunately for Millek, he had planned for this. He grabbed another bandanna and shoved it forcefully into Hans’ mouth. Quickly the cloth was tied around Hans’ head so he could not spit it out. Satisfied that the nosy reporter wasn't’ going anywhere, Millek went to work searching for the file. He tore up the office, the bed room, he even looked in the bathroom. Meanwhile Hans was struggling to get free or at least draw some attention to himself. Hopefully his neighbours would hear him. “Mmmm! Mmmm!”, Hans grunted. Damn, Millek thought, the guy is making too much noise. Millek would have to show this guy who was in charge. Millek grabbed Hans around his head, forcing his head back. Millek used his other hand ot hold onto Hans at his chest. In his deepest voice, Millek said “Stop if you know what’s good for you.” Sure enough Hans stopped, understanding that his attacker could easily hurt him and here was nothing Hans could do about it. Millek went back to searching and sure enough found it in the kitchen under a coffee cup. Millek grabbed the file and headed to the door. Blindfolded and gagged, Hans had no idea that his big story was walking out the door. The End Hans played by Garrettjan Officer Millek played by Wolfric Photography by Caitiff Date of Production:04/26/2012
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Reality Television by JM The more I think about it the more I get angry. It was my one and only day off in weeks. A I wanted to do was lay around the house and relax. I had been pulling doubles for the past three weeks. Every muscle in my body ached. I woke up to a beautiful morning and sipped my coffee. I turned on the television and began my plan for the day. Daytime television really sucked but I was content just chilling out. As I began to catch up on morning talk trash on the television, a prompt interceded. Some idiot had just robbed a bank and was leading the cops on a high speed chase through downtown. It was on every channel. I sat there watching and wondering how this guy thought he would get away with it. The cops tried every trick in their book to stop him but he just seemed to be one step ahead of them the whole time. It was intense to watch this guy weave in and out of traffic and then exit the freeway for a residential neighborhood. People scrambled to their porches to watch the chase fly by on their street. I sat hoping no one would get hurt but at the same time was dumbfounded as to why they would stand there and watch hen such a dangerous thing was going on. As the culprit made his way through the neighborhood I noticed he was getting closer and closer to mine. The cops could not seem to contain him. I watched as he finally ran out of gas and darted from the car. It was now a foot chase. Suddenly he was out of camera view and the cops seemed to have lost him. He must have ducked into somebody’s garage or something. I watched and waited for something to happen when I heard a loud crash in the other room. I didn’t even have a chance to investigate when a tall man entered my living room brandishing an object. It was the bank robber, holy shit. “Look friend I don’t want to hurt you but as you can see from your TV I’m in a bit of a mess. All I need is a little time to figure my next move so you’ll be having a guest for a while”, he said. “Please mister you can take what you want do what you need to do, but please don’t hurt me”, I pleaded. I could not believe this. I sat here watching this joker cause havoc in the streets and now I’m his prisoner. Now I don’t want to hurt you but I need to keep you on ice for a while until I get my shit together”, he said. On ice I thought? “I’m going to have to tie you up and gag you, it will be uncomfortable but I promise that will the worst of it I need you to get me some rope or tape”, he said. He followed me to the kitchen where I gave him some rope from a drawer. I was terrified. He took back into the living room and began to tie me up. He wrapped the itchy rope around my chest and shoulders. He tied wrists tightly and knotted the rope hard. His he pulled a bandana from his pocket and XXXX it between my teeth. He tied the bandana behind my head and pushed down onto the couch. “MMMMMMPPPPPHHHH”. I whimpered out of fear. I watched as paced back and forth. He looked over at me and decided I wasn’t secure enough for him. He grabbed more rope and began securing my feet. He tightly bound my legs and ankles. I fought quietly against the ropes hoping he wouldn’t notice. He pushed onto my back on the couch and left the room. I lay there scared about what was next. I heard the back door open and shut and then silence. He was gone. I struggled to get to my feet. I thought maybe I could hop to the front door but fell onto my knees .I rolled and grunted as I tried to free myself. I was able to loosen the rope and began to work my way free, when I looked up and saw him standing there again. Oh shit he was still here. “Look friend I told you to keep still, now I have to make you a little more uncomfortable”, he said. He re secured the ropes and wrapped more around my socked feet. He pulled me into a tight hogtie knotting the ropes tighter than before. “MMMPPPHHH”, I squealed in pain. I lay still on the floor as he left the room again. He walked back in carrying my car keys. “I hope you don’t mind friend but I need to borrow your car for a while”, he said. “MMMPPPHHH”, I screamed. Then I realized he would be leaving. “GOMMPPPHH HEAMMPPPPHH”, I said through my gag. He picked up his bag and left. I struggled to break free but my carelessness earlier had made the knots more impossible to loosen. I rolled and fought against my ties and screamed as loudly as I could through the bandana. Suddenly after becoming completely exhausted my eyes focused on the television. They had caught sight of him again, but his time in my car. I watched as the police finally trapped him while at the same time blowing out my new tires. Finally after another hour of struggling I was able to free myself. I went down to the police station to make a report. Thank God I have insurance. The End Date of Production: 11/24/2008
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Mitch stared bleary-eyed into his computer screen, as Joe looked over his shoulder impatiently. “Isn’t there some faster way to decode the files?” he asked. Joe was a world-class detective but knew nothing about technology. “It’s called decrypting, not decoding,” Mitch said wearily. “And it takes time. The people who created these files really, really did not want anyone to see them.” “Of course not,” Joe said. “If my source is right, these files will nail that bastard Carrington to the wall.” Lamar Carrington was something of an obsession with Joe. While Joe was on the police force, he had nearly busted Carrington a dozen times on charges of extortion, money laundering and murder, but he had never been able to get enough evidence to secure a conviction. After his retirement, Joe considered it a personal mission to bring Carrington down. And these damn computer files were the key. Joe was Mitch’s friend as well as his boss, and he wanted to help him. But he was exhausted. He had been up for hours trying to get through the encryption on the files. Absent-mindedly, he started humming “Dust in the Wind,” a nervous habit that he had developed as a teenager. “If you’re going to do that, at least learn a new song,” Joe sXXXXped. Mitch stopped abruptly. “Sorry to bite your head off,” Joe added. “I’m just frustrated.” “We’re both tired,” Mitch said. “Why don’t you go home and get some XXXX? I’ll call you if I make any progress.” After a token bit of protest, Joe agreed and went home. Mitch decided to work a few more minutes, which turned into a few more hours. Before he knew it, he had cracked the encryption. Elated, he grabbed his cell phone and punched Joe’s number. “Great news, Joe, I figured it out,” he said. “Go back to XXXX, the file should be completely decrypted by morning.” Very pleased with himself, Mitch fell aXXXX in his chair. When he woke up a short time later, he found himself face to face with one of Carrington’s hired goons, pointing a XXXX at him. “You should stay out of other people’s business,” the goon growled, raising the XXXX. Mitch ducked instinctively, but the XXXX was not aimed at him. It fired into his computer, blowing the hard drive to bits. The terminal sputtered, and the painstakingly decrypted files blinked out of existence. The goon brought the XXXX down on the back of Mitch’s head, and everything went black. Mitch woke up slowly, remembering that he was in deep trouble. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light, and he saw the familiar, malevolent face of Lamar Carrington. He grunted into the bandanna gagging his mouth and pulled against the ropes binding his wrists and ankles. “Hello, Mitch,” Carrington said. “I must say, it’s a relief that we don’t have to tap your cell phone any more. You lead a staggeringly dull life. How can a grown man have so many conversations about “Doctor Who”?” Mitch groaned into his gag. They had heard him tell Joe about the decryption. And now the files were lost forever. “Capturing you lets me kill two birds with one stone, so to speak,” Carrington said. “Without you, that oaf won’t be able to pry into any more of my computer files. And if he tries, I now have the perfect hostage. In a few hours, my private jet is going to take you to one of my safehouses in the Caribbean. You’ll be well cared for, as long as Joe Newton stays out of my affairs.” His eyes flashing with anger, Mitch rolled over, kicking at Carrington. The older man dodged him easily and placed a foot on his neck. “Don’t make such a fuss,” he said. “You’ll be very popular down there. Several of the guards have a taste for young men. Really, if your cell phone conversations are any indication, you’ll have a much richer social life down there than you have here.” Carrington chuckled as he left, enjoying Mitch’s evident panic. Being a boy toy for his thugs did not seem to appeal to him. That would teach people to meddle in his business. Mitch struggled against the ropes, desperately trying to loosen the knots. He could not believe he had been so stupid – revealing sensitive information on a cell phone. A cell phone! Why not just rent a billboard? Then he realized something, He still had his cell phone. He struggled to his knees and let the phone fall out of his shirt pocket. Twisting around, he managed to flip the phone open. That was the easy part. Making a phone call while bound and gagged was going to be a bigger challenge. He had heard of “hands-free” cell phones, but this was a bit much. Fortunately Joe was the last person he called, so he could just punch the redial button. Joe answered XXXXily. “Hello? Who is this?” Damn it, Mitch thought. If Joe had a cell phone like the rest of the civilized world, he would be able to tell who was calling him. Mitch tried to talk through the gag, hoping Joe would recognize the tone of his voice. “MMFFTT MMF!” Mitch grunted. “MMFFCH!” Who the hell is this?” Joe replied. “What do you want?” Suddenly Mitch had an idea. He started humming “Dust in the Wind,” the same way he had a hundred times around Joe. “Mitch?” Joe said. “Is that you?” “MMMM HMMMM!” Mitch intoned. “What’s wrong? Are you in trouble?” ““MMMM HMMMM!” Mitch replied. “You can’t talk, but you can still grunt. Try using Morse code.” Mitch wasn’t sure he had time to say “Carrington is shipping me off to the Caribbean to be a sex slave” in Morse code, but he figured the first word would convey the message. As soon as he had finished spelling it out, Joe knew what was going on. “This time that bastard is going to pay,” Joe said. “Hang on, Mitch, help is on the way.” Mitch waited for what seemed like hours. He could only hope that Joe got there before he was packed off to God knows where. Then Carrington entered the room, flanked by two of his seemingly endless supply of hired goons. Mitch recognized the one who had fragged his computer and clonked him on the head. Mitch could forgive the bludgeoning, but he really resented losing a perfectly good computer. “Get him ready for shipping,” Carrington barked. The two goons hoisted Mitch up and lowered him into a wooden crate. They added some duct tape around his mouth, reinforcing the bandanna and ensuring he would stay completely silent during the trip. Then they placed the lid on the box and began nailing it shut. After the last nail had been hammered into the lid, Mitch felt the box being lifted. Then, just as he had given up hope of rescue, he heard Joe’s voice. “Freeze, all of you,” Joe shouted. “You’re under arrest.” He had brought what looked like half of the police force to raid Carrington’s house. Two uniformed officers opened the crate with a crowbar and lifted Mitch out. Mitch winced as the duct tape was pulled off his face, but it was a small price to pay for his freedom. “I thought I was a goner,” Mitch said. “You really like to make a dramatic entrance.” “Sorry for cutting it so close,” Joe said. “I had to wake up a judge and get an emergency warrant. Carrington’s not going to get out on a technicality this time. Aggravated assault, XXXX, conspiracy – he’s going away for life.” Joe put his arm around Mitch’s shoulder. “Let’s get you home, kid” Joe said. “You’ve had a long night.” End Mitch played by Himself Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 11/15/2007
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Model: Van Photography by Caitiff Date of Production 12/30/2008
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The Wide Receiver played by Rex
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/26/2017
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Model: Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/05/2017
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Model : Ron Jeffries
Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/03/2017
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Date of Production: 02/21/2007
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Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-five, twenty-eight, thirty!"
OK, OK Brad told himself. So – I’m cheating a bit. But these sit-ups were a real bitch. His stomach was already flat enough – it was his chest and arms that he wanted to develop. He wiped his sweating brow. He was sick and tired of his roommate Betsy’s boyfriend mocking him. Biff was a rippling mass of muscle - a real studmeister. At least Brad thought so. Betsy was always complaining that Biff seemed to be thinking about something else when they were making out. Brad wished that he could experience that problem firsthand. He felt a stirring down below as he thought about Biff. Damn, it was just his luck. Why couldn’t Biff be like Betsy’s other boyfriends? Goofy nerdy types. Brad wouldn’t be tortured by lustful thoughts every time Biff came over. And…..the other guys would never have dared to criticize Brad. Brad had thought that he had looked just fine until Biff started hanging around. Now he was getting an inferiority complex.
"Forty-five, forty-eight, FIFTY!!!"
Whew, thank God that was over and done with. Now he could start with the weights. He wasn’t doing anything too strenuous yet. He was going to tone the muscles that he had before starting on the heavy-duty stuff. Damn, he really didn't look that bad at all. He was an idiot to let Biff get to him. Why, he would just….
"Well, well. What do we have here? The Bradster is working out? Isn’t that sweet?"
Brad felt another wave of sweat break out over his body. Biff was leaning against the doorjamb, with a sneer on his face. Goddammit, why did he have to look so hot? Brad couldn’t understand how Betsy could complain about Biff. Just the thought of running his hands over that muscled body made him feel weak.
"Hey, buddy, you’re going about this all wrong. Let me show you something that I discovered at the gym last week. It’ll make a new man out of you in no time at all."
"Umm, errr…well gee Biff…." Brad felt like an idiot, stuttering as the hunk approached him. He wondered why Biff was here – he must have known that Betsy had gone to visit her sister for the weekend. And…why was Biff carrying that rope in his hands? How very strange. Brad didn’t have any more time for thinking as Biff placed one of his huge hands on Brad’s chest and pushed him down.
"Here, let me show you how it works. You get to work on every muscle in your body. It’s a real total work out. Yup, EVERY muscle in your body."
"Umm, Biff, what are you doing. This is kind of strange. I’ve never heard of this kind of exercise." Brad was somewhat baffled – why was Biff tying him up like this? Shit, he hoped that Biff wouldn’t notice the huge erection that was battling to escape from his jock. That would be totally embarrassing. Darn, but these ropes were tight. He could barely move a muscle. How was he supposed to exercise, all trussed up like this?
"Relax, buddy, relax. Don’t you worry, ole Biff here is going to take care of you. Like I said, you’ll be like a new man when I’m finished with you."
This was getting weirder by the moment. Brad noticed the peculiar look on Biff’s face. His eyes were glazing over, and he was licking his lips. He had a sheen of perspiration on his upper lip. Brad thought about how he would like to lick off those tiny beads of sweat…fuck, he was getting horny. Hey, wait a minute. Why was Biff rubbing himself down there, in the groin? HOLY COW! Now Brad couldn’t believe that Betsy ever complained. The guy was hung like a horse. But…why was Biff sporting a stiffy now?
" You see, buddy, what you have to do is to struggle against those ropes, trying to get free. I’ll guarantee that you’ll use every muscle in your body. Yeah…every muscle."
"Umm, Biff, I really don’t think that this is a good…what the hell is that?" Brad’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as Biff pulled a red ball attached to leather straps out of the pocket of his sweat pants.
"Oh, didn’t I explain? You see, there isn’t any talking allowed with this exercise. Not one single word."
"Biff, wait…MMGGGGNNOOOOO!"
his was insane!!! What on earth could have gotten into Biff? Why was he doing this? Brad battled against Biff, trying to prevent him from stuffing that red ball into his mouth. But he was helpless. No matter how hard he strained his muscles, he was unable to move.
"Wasn’t I right, buddy? Aren’t you getting a workout? Oh yeah, fight against those ropes more. Work up a real good sweat. Oh God, yes, moan through that gag. That’s good, buddy, real good."
"GMMMMBIFFM!!! MMTHISMCRAZY! MMBETSYYY!!! MMWHATMDOING!!!!"
Brad was amazed, truly amazed. Biff had his sweat pants down around his ankles, and was pulling on his pud with all his might. Jesus Christ, but it was huge. Brad banged the bench against the floor, howling through his gag. Shit, he was going to pop himself if he wasn’t careful.
"You’ve got one more muscle that needs a work out. I’m going to have help you with that one, Bradster."
Brad could only moan and watch helplessly as his pants were pulled down and Biff ripped off his stained jock strap. He closed his eyes as he felt Biff’s meaty hand jerking on his engorged member, groaning with bliss as Biff ran his enormous tongue over Brad’s sweaty chest. Now he knew why Betsy complained about Biff’s mind being on other things when they made out. He felt a brief twinge of guilt about Betsy, and then it disappeared as his entire body shook with ecstasy. Working out was so much better than he had thought it would be.
THE END
Brad played by Kent
Biff played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/27/2007
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Model: Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/21/2013
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The late shift at the loading dock suited Jesse just fine. Ever since college, he'd loved to XXXX late, so a job that started at 11 pm was right up his alley. The pay was pretty good, too, and though it was a dead-end job, he'd decided it was great for the time being, at least until he got his vintage Camaro paid off.
Jerry, his foreman, had told him to expect a quiet night. No late shipments were scheduled, and basically Jesse would just be keeping an eye on the storage area. A million-dollar shipment of computer parts had arrived that afternoon, and all Jesse had to do was stay awake and patrol the large storage facility every couple of hours.
Jesse had his feet up, watching the portable TV, when he heard a peculiar noise. Then, he could swear he heard voices coming from the opposite end of the storage facility. The only weapon he had was his cell phone, programmed to speed-dial 911, but he decided to take a look anyway. He crept through the maze of boxes and storage crates, and the voices became clearer.
"Dis is a piece of cake, Boss! Dese dopes don't even have a security guard. Guess I packed this rope for nuthin'", a gravelly voice said.
Jesse froze...it was a heist! And they thought they were alone. Jesse decided it would be better if they continued thinking that...$26 an hour was good pay, but not good enough to get bumped off for. He began to re-trace his path through the crates when his foot got wedged between two piles of boxes, sending one side crashing down before he could steady them.
Before he could even react, he was grabbed by a tall, muscular guy who circled Jesse's throat with one arm, while clamping a thick hand over his mouth.
"Hey, Boss, look what I found!" his attacker said gleefully.
As Jesse tried to struggle, the Boss looked him up and down.
"Anyone with you, kid?" he asked.
Jesse shook his head no.
"Lucky for you," the Boss said. "Tie him up, Eddie." Jesse saw the silver pistol the Boss pointed at him, and gave up struggling.
Eddie took out his ropes and began to bind Jesse's wrists together behind his back.
"Ow!" Jesse cried, as the knots were tightened.
"Too tight, kid? You'll get used to it." Eddie said, as he wrapped more rope around Jesse's chest and arms, pulling it snug and knotting it in back. "Now, down on the floor!"
Jesse slid his back along the wall until his butt hit the floor, and watched helplessly as his knees and ankles were tied. A chill went up his spine when he saw Eddie remove a wide roll of duct tape from his bag.
"Please, you don't have to tape me," Jesse pleaded, "I'll be quiet! Plea...MMM PPHHHHFFFFF!!"
His pleas were ignored as Eddie plastered three layers of the 2-inch wide duct tape over Jesse's mouth, sealing it shut.
"Dere, dat should hold ya. Now, be a good kid and just lay dere. Don't try nuthin', ya don't want da Boss to get mad, trust me."
Eddie left, and went back to helping load up the crates of computer parts. Jesse instinctively flexed against his bonds, testing them. The rope around his wrists was tight and no matter how he tried to twist his hands, there was no give. The tape gag kept his jaws clamped together, and the ropes around his legs kept him immobile. After about twenty minutes, Jesse noticed that there were no more sounds or voices. Then he started to get pissed off, and began rolling around on the floor. He struggled like a madman, but the only result of his efforts was that the ropes felt even tighter than before. He flipped himself over, and plowed into a pile of boxes, sending them crashing to the floor. Luckily, they missed him, but the sound was deafening. Jesse looked up, and there was Eddie towering over him, a coil of white rope in his hand.
"You dumb kid," he growled, "I told you to keep quiet!"
Jesse whined into his gag, and gave Eddie his best puppy-dog eyes. Eddie squatted down, and chuckled.
"You're a cute kid," he said, winding the rope through the bindings on Jesse's ankles. "I got a nephew you remind me of. Don't worry, I ain't gonna hurt ya. Just stop rollin' around and lay still here till dey find youse in da morning."
Jesse moaned into his gag as Eddie folded his legs up behind him, and tied the ends of the rope to the cord around his chest so that he was tightly hogtied. He added some more rope to his wrists, then added another strip of tape to the gag.
He patted Jesse's blond hair affectionately.
"If I was you, kid, I'd look for a new line of woik!"
Jesse sighed, and decided the hood's suggestion was a good one.
The End
Jesse played by Stan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/03/2006
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It was Jason's 33rd birthday and he was absolutely ecstatic. He had gotten exactly what he wanted. At first he was a bit skeptical about the reliability of the web-site. He was even more unsure of the price but here his order was neatly wrapped and delivered the night before he turned 33.
The box was huge, that was to be expected; the contents marked fragile that was also to be expected. Of course the box very heavy, it had to be. Packages like this don't generally come small or cheap.
Jason was almost to excited to open the box, so he waited for a bit.
Then, unable to contain himself anymore, he tore open the massive box and an ocean of packing peanuts poured out. Jason dug eagerly through the packing peanuts until he uncovered his present. There bound up by shoulders, wrist , legs and ankles was a man.
The blue gag and blue and white ropes that held him securely and silently
complimented his blue jeans, t-shirt and white socks.
Jason was overjoyed they got his every specification absolutely correct, right down to his color requests. The bound man struggle futilely against the colorful bondage and
from the look in his eye he still had a bit of fight in him. Yes everything was exactly as Jason wanted.
The eyes of the bound man got bigger when he saw Jason, and he resumed his futile
struggles as Jason spent a great deal of time running his hands all over his chest and ass.
Jason smiled veraciously as he groped and fondled his new toy. Clearly the rope and
gag would have to remain for a few days. It was clear that the bound man would
probably run at the first opportunity.
"Now" said Jason as he hefted the bound man onto his shoulders "its time to show you around your new home. Your going to love it here."
The Present played by Garretjan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:01/15/2012
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Model: Andre
Photography: Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/05/2005
30 photos; 3:15 video
Geoffrey knew that he was taking a big chance. He knew that he wasn't supposed to be in Delbert’s bedroom when Delbert wasn't there. And he definitely knew that he wasn't supposed to be in Delbert’s closet. But you can't put that much temptation in front of a young man like Geoffrey and expect that he was going to resist it.
So Geoffrey tiptoed into Delbert’s bedroom and then he opened the closet door very quietly just so that he could take a little peek. “Oh my goodness!” Delbert’s whole closet was full of so many different kinds of leather things and strange toys that Geoffrey couldn't comprehend them all at once. This was going to take more than just a peek.
“What the hell do you think you're doing?” Delbert’s voice thundered.
Geoffrey’s heart stopped and then he hurried to close the closet door so that it wouldn't look like he'd actually been in there, but it was too late for that.
“I warned you to stay out of my closet. Now you're going to have to pay the price,” Delbert said as he walked over to tower over the frightened Geoffrey. “Take your clothes off!”
“What…! My clothes…?” Geoffrey’s voice broke.
Delbert reached into the closet and took out a long skinny riding crop that had what looked like the long forked tongue of a leather snake on the end of it. Then he gently touched that leather tongue up against Geoffrey’s body. “Would you like to begin your punishment now?”
Geoffrey shook his head slowly from side to side and then turned his eyes to look at the bare wall while his hands began peeling off all of his clothes. But Delbert stood very close by and kept touching Geoffrey here and there with that evil snake tongue to remind his younger roommate that he was still there.
Geoffrey kept on peeling until he began to feel a chill and instinctively moved his hands down to cover himself where he was most naked. Then Delbert reached into the closet again and took out two small black garments and handed them to Geoffrey.
“Put these on,” he commanded.
Geoffrey nodded silently. Then he held the A-shirt between his teeth while he stepped into the little black bikini and sighed gratefully when he felt its snug cloth hugging up against his nakedness. Then he pulled the A-shirt on over his head and pulled down the hem to meet the bikini.
“Very nice,” Delbert smiled. “Black is definitely your color. Now turn around.”
Geoffrey didn't want to, but he didn't dare refuse with that leather snake tongue so close to his body. And so he didn't resist when Delbert pulled both of his arms up behind his back. But then Geoffrey felt some kind of leather thing wrapping itself all around his wrists and forearms. What was that? And then he felt Delbert’s fingers buckling the leather sheath very snugly around his arms to hold his wrists very tight and he began to panic just a little.
“Listen Delbert, I'm sorry I went into your closet, but I didn't touch anything.”
“Get on the bed!” Delbert commanded. Geoffrey knelt down on the bed. Then Geoffrey felt Delbert’s body moving very close to his and then Delbert’s strong arms were wrapping themselves around his body. Ordinarily Geoffrey would get excited when Delbert held him this way, but now he looked down and saw that Delbert was holding a strange-looking leather thing in his hands.
“Open your mouth,” Delbert commanded.
“Oh no Delbert, please, I don't want you to put anything in my mouth!” Geoffrey whined and began to wiggle inside of Delbert’s strong arms.
But Delbert just held him tighter. “Just how hard do you want me to punish you?” he said in a low threatening voice.
Geoffrey swallowed hard and stopped his wiggling. Then his eyes got bigger and bigger as he saw the strange thing Delbert was moving toward his face. It looked like a wide leather pad with leather straps on either side of it. But the thing that was scaring Geoffrey was the thick leather plug that was poking out of the leather pad.
Geoffrey opened his mouth again to beg Delbert not to make him do this, but as soon as he parted his lips, Geoffrey felt that leather plug pushing his lips apart and sliding against his tongue. The leather tasted sharp and tangy and Geoffrey didn't like it, but Delbert kept on pushing that big plug deeper and deeper into Geoffrey’s mouth until he started to XXXX. Then Delbert held Geoffrey tightly inside his arms while he buckled the two leather straps snugly behind Geoffrey’s neck.
Geoffrey’s tongue pushed against the strange-tasting intruder, but it couldn't budge it out of his mouth and then Geoffrey began to feel the way that the soft leather pad was hugging his lips and his body started to get excited for some reason.
“Good puppy,” Delbert said. “Now crawl up there and put your head on the pillow.”
Geoffrey did what he was told and tried to ignore the strange way the snug bikini was holding him while he rubbed his underside against the firm mattress and pushed his body up over the bed until his gagged face was finally resting on the pillow. Then he felt Delbert’s hands on his legs and he swallowed hard again when he felt those strong hands spreading his legs wide apart and then teasing his firm buns.
“It’s been a long time since I gave you a good spanking,” Delbert mused.
Geoffrey shook his head and whimpered like a puppy into his gag.
But Delbert just laughed while his big fingers skinned the bikini down and then began caressing Geoffrey’s bare cheeks. “Hmm, you've been keeping them nice and firm, but I'm not going to punish you that way today.” Delbert sXXXXped the bikini back up over Geoffrey’s tight cheeks and Geoffrey was almost disappointed.
Then Delbert reached into his magic closet again and took out a long leather strap.
Geoffrey couldn't even begin to guess what that was for, but he didn't resist while Delbert began wrapping the strap all around his ankles.
Then he only grunted and whimpered a little while Delbert pulled his legs up behind his back and then secured the other end of the leather strap to the leather sheath that was hugging Geoffrey’s wrists together.
Then all at once Geoffrey felt the pain in his shoulders as his heavy legs began pulling hard on his arms. It really hurt and he tried to tell Delbert so past the leather gag that had now gone all slobbery inside his mouth.
“There that should fix you,” Delbert decided. “Now I'm going to leave you alone for awhile so you can think about what a bad puppy you've been. And I want you to think about what you are going to do to make it up to me. But I've got to warn you, it had better be something good because I'm not going to turn you loose until I like what you have to say.”
Then Delbert went out of the room and closed the door.
All at once Geoffrey was feeling really lonely. And then he began to really hurt. And it didn't seem to matter what way he twisted and turned on the bed. He couldn't stop the way that Delbert’s cruel bondage was hurting him or the way the drool was running out of his mouth. Then Geoffrey heard what sounded like Delbert laughing in the next room and he began to pray that Delbert would come back to him soon.
THE END
Geoffrey played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff
Date pf Production_ 04/14/2005
28 photos
Model: Lyle
Photography by Caitiff
DATE OF PRODUCTION: 02/18/2004
31 photos; 2:59 video
Starring: Tony
Videography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/18/2006
23 photos; 4:43 video
The Jock played by Remy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/15/2017
22 photos; 3:29 video
This was Mickey's year. He finally made the rugby team after trying out for the past twoyears. He practiced every day to get better and it was worth it. He had just received aphone call from the captain to come downtown to fill out some paper work. The captain
said the whole team would be there to welcome him. Mickey eagerly got in his car and drove to his destination.
He arrived at an privately owned office building with offices to rent. So it wasn't very
crowded with used offices. He rode the elevator to the top floor, walked down the hall, and XXXX on the door. The door opened and it was the captain. (The rest of the team was scattered about the office.) Mickey walked in and shook hands with the captain and the rest of the team.
After some pleasantries and some paperwork, the captain told Mickey to take his shirt off. Mickey was a little confused as to why he would be asked that. “Why do you want me to take my shirt off?” he asked.
“Because we need to take measurements for your uniform.” the captain replied.
“Oh! OK Mickey said while taking his shirt off. He revealed a nice well muscled chest
with tattoos. Very nice to look at. The captain tossed him a pair of very short rugby
shorts and long socks to put on. Mickey did as he was told and put them on.
One of the players walked over and with a piece of rope began to take “measurements”.
Then he pulled Mickey's arms behind his back and began lashing the rope around
Mickey's wrists.
“Ummm what's going on?” Mickey asked.
“No worries bro. This is just Tim's way of measuring you for your uniform.” the Captain said.
“By tying me up?”
“You wanna join our team right?” the Captain asked. Mickey nodded. “Good. Then you do things are way. Now shut up and let Tim do his job.”
Mickey did as he was told, but began to worry more and more as more rope was added around his muscled chest. Other teammates brought in a futon into the middle of the room. “And what is that for?” he asked.
“You know, Mickey, you talk to much.” The Captain said as he shoved a white bandana into Mickey's mouth and tied the to ends behind Mickey's head.
That's when it hit Mickey. He was being hazed. All of his worries just washed away.
Tim the “Tailor” pushed Mickey onto the bed and tied his feet together. Mickey let out a few moans and groans for the team. However the Captain wasn't buying it.
“By now you figured out that we are hazing you.” the Captain said. Mickey nodded.
“Well good. I'd rather you'd believe that and be more cooperative. However the truth is we found out that you are the son of the wealthy president and CEO of the O'Shea corporation. Our team need money. So we are going to keep you hear till Daddy pays up.”
Mickey's heart sank. His father was but a humble farmer. They have him confused with someone else. He tried to talk through the gag but it was no use. They wouldn’t believe anything he said at that point anyways.
“Now you sit tight while we get your daddy on the line.” the Captain said. All of the
teammates left with the captain.
Mickey struggled against the ropes but it was of no use. The more he struggled the
tighter the ropes got. He began getting more and more scared when he thought about what they were going to do him when they find out that he's not the guy they were looking for.
A hour went by and he had still not gotten loose yet. He worked on trying to push the gag out so he could scream for help but just he got it out, the Captain came back into the room and put his hand over Mickey's mouth.
“Shhhh!” he said as he then put the gag back in Mickey's mouth. “So we got a hold of your daddy, and I'm afraid he's not going to pay. He says his son is in his office as they
speak.” He laughed. “What a moron! Doesn’t even realize we just XXXX him. So I guess we are going to have to send him a message. I think one finger ought to do it.”
Mickey screamed through the gag. The gag plus the Captain's hand muffled the scream to a low noise level. “Tim! Bring in the equipment!” he ordered.
Mickey was now trembling with fear. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. In walked Tim holding a cooler, and he walked behind the bed and set it down. The captain was holding Mickey down so he couldn’t see behind him. He heard the cooler open.
“Alright Tim. Open him up.” the Captain ordered.
Mickey flinched when he felt something metal touching his finger. Then a loud noise
followed by silence. Why wasn’t he feeling any pain, Mickey wondered. He looked up at
the Captain, now with a shit eating grin.
“Did you really think there was even an O'Shea Corporation?” he said. All the team
mates walked back into the room laughing with beers in their hands. Tim just opened a beer bottle behind Mickey to scare him. “You were right the first time, Mickey. Nothing but hazing. We got you good.” he said as he moved the gag down from Mickey's lips.
“We've all gone through it.”
It took a moment to let it all sink in, but he laughed. “So can you untie me now?” he
asked.
“Nope.” the Captain said pushing the gag back in. “You got to get out on your own. You see every new member gets hazed this way. Then the next year the newest member gets to do the tying. Unfortunately for you, Tim, has a fetish about tying guys up. So I don’t think you'll be getting out anytime soon. But in the meantime, lets get this party started!”
Someone turned on the radio, someone set up beer pong, and everyone continued to drink more beer while Mickey rolled on the bed trying to get loose. Tim sat on the bed
and assured him that he would teach him all he knows about ropes for next year so he can get his revenge.
“Hell, man. I'll even let you practice tying me up.” Tim said.
Mickey was looking forward to the next year.
Then End.
Model:Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:11/07/2013
28 photos; 3:32 video
Ryan swore. “Just what I need,” he thought, “a few hours to get to work and the damn dryer's broke. Now all my shirts are wet, and I don't have enough time to air dry them.” Ryan was new to the neighborhood, and had only just gotten his new job as a contractor's assistant. His apartment was new as well, a nice, decent little place on the edge of the city proper, it enjoyed both the convenience of being in the city, but some of the quiet of the suburbs as well. He found the rooms spacious, nicely laid out, and all around a decent place to live. With the only exception of the damn dryer was broken almost twice a week. Sighing, he picked up the phone and called his boss, the only person he really knew in this side of town. “Mind if I use your dryer, boss? Machine over here is broken again...”
“Uh, Yeah, come on down. I'll be running errands, but the side door's unlocked. Don't park in the driveway.”
“Thanks, boss.”
Fifteen minutes later Ryan gently let himself into his boss's spacious home in the 'burbs, and lugged his basket of wet laundry down to the basement. He loaded the machine, got it started, and was walking back upstairs to crash on the couch while he waited when he felt a warm breath of air on his bare back, and before he could react a hand had clamped down over his mouth. Eyes open wide, he found himself unable to struggle against the larger man as the was shoved over to the small table used for folding laundry in the corner. Within minutes his hands were pinned behind him and he felt the chill, metallic touch of handcuffs clamp down over his wrists. A hand brushed once through his long, luxurious hair and then he heard a rough male voice say “Sit on the table.”
Panting, he did as he was told, and in doing so tried to sneak a glance at his assailant. He got a strip of duct tape acrossed the mouth for a reward, and moments later he was flipped again, face down on the rough wood of the table, his legs seized, and a thick layer of tape wrapped around his ankles. A firm hand on his back pushed him down into the table. “You've been a good little assistant, Ryan, but now your going to be a good little bitch for me. When I get back from work, that is.” The voice chuckled. “The good news is you have the day off. Oh, and when you struggle, mind the drop, thats a bare concrete floor down there.” The pressure from the hand suddenly released, and Ryan found himself trying to pant for the breath he hadn't realized he'd been denied. By the time he'd managed to regain his breath and his senses, he heard the lock click on the stairwell and then the the garage door open upstairs.
He paused, took a deep breath, and tried with all his might to get his hands down to the tape around his ankles. Realizing the futility of the angle, he wiggled until he was at the edge of the table, and strained his arms down behind his back, and managed to pull his legs up and through his arms so that his hands were now to his front. Panting, he tried the tape again, but with his hands cuffed as they were, he just couldn't get enough leverage to pull the tape off of his jeans and, finally, he pulled his legs back up to the table and lay down, wondering what the afternoon, and his bosses return, might bring.
Ryan played by Arturo
The Man played Rodrigo
Photography By Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/16/2008
26 photos
Casey opened his eyes and found himself in a place he had never ever been before. He was still feeling really dizzy and weak and very confused. The last clear memory he had was of him working at his weekend job at the gas station. The job was kind of boring because the station was way out on Route 22 and they didn't get many cars through there any more because most people used the Thruway. Casey didn't mind because the quiet station let him keep up with his studies while he was working.
But then a couple of guys came in with a new car, looking for a lube job. Casey didn't mind. Lube jobs were easy. But after he had them pull the car into the garage, Casey remembered asking them what they had under the hood. The one called Chuckles laughed as he lifted up the hood so that Casey could see the new computer controlled engine. But then the other guy called Dagger came up behind Casey and all of a sudden Casey felt something like a bee sting on his neck. The next thing he knew he was trying to apologize to Dagger for holding onto him because Casey’s legs had turned to jelly and he couldn't stand up. Then he heard Chuckles laugh again and everything went dark.
And now he was lying on somebody’s bed. Casey tried to sit up and that was when he discovered the ropes that were all wrapped tightly around his arms and legs. “Hey! What the hell’s going on here?”
The door opened and Dagger and Chuckles walked in with big smiles on their faces. “Well, well Country Boy is finally awake. How'd you XXXX Country Boy?”
“You…! You did this to me! You'd better untie me right now or I’m going to call the police!” Casey threatened and tried to sound as mean as he could.
Chuckles laughed while Dagger XXXX Casey back onto the bed. “Nobody asked for your mouth kid!”
Strong hands grabbed Casey’s face and XXXX his mouth shut while those hands starting wrapping white tape all around over Casey’s lips and the back of his neck until his mouth was being hugged tightly shut.
“Get the camera Chuckles,” Dagger ordered.
Chuckles chuckled as he hurried out of the room. A few moments later he was back with one of those new digital cameras which he handed to Dagger with a pleased smile on his face.
“Okay Country Boy, you don’t have to smile, but you'd better hold still where I put you unless you want me to thump you some.”
Casey looked at the size of Dagger’s hard fist and felt his insides starting to squirm with fear. Casey didn't like to fight, and he didn't like being hurt, so he just let his whole body go numb while Dagger and Chuckles positioned his body this way and that and began shooting a flashXXXX into his eyes until finally –
“That’s enough,” Dagger decided.
Casey watched Dagger and Chuckles go out of the room and close the door tightly to keep him a prisoner. Poor Casey was completely confused. He had always been prepared for someone to come and rob the station. He already knew that he was just going to give them the money and hope that they went away without hurting him.
But he had never imagined that anyone would take him instead of the money. And why were they taking his picture? His family just ran a little store. They didn't have any real money to pay a ransom with. That’s why Casey had to work his way all through college. Maybe these guys didn't know that.
All of a sudden the door opened and Dagger and Chuckles came back in with their camera, and neither one of them was smiling.
“Sorry Country Boy,” Dagger told him. “But our customer wants to see what you've got under the hood.”
Under the hood? Under what hood? None of this made any sense to Casey.
Then Dagger’s big hand grabbed the confused Casey by the ropes wrapped around his chest and pulled him up into a sitting position. And then Dagger’s other big hand palmed Casey’s crotch and began unfastening his belt.
A completely shocked Casey screamed into his taped-over lips as loud as he could and he began to struggle as he tried to avoid the big hand that was touching him where he had never been touched before. Then he felt a cool blast of air across his crotch as those big hands ripped open Casey’s jeans and started pulling them down.
Casey screamed and screamed and shook his head from side to side while he tried to tell these two strangers that he didn't want anyone touching him there. But the more he struggled and screamed, the easier it was to pull those jeans down over Casey’s legs.
The heat of a warm blush rose over Casey’s cheeks and brought tears to his eyes. He didn't want this to happen! But he couldn't stop those strange hands from twisting his body this way and that, and he couldn't stop that flashXXXX from going off and taking pictures of his most private parts, and he could stop Chuckles from his insane chuckles that were cutting into Casey like a lash.
And then, just as quickly as it began, the flashXXXX stopped popping and those strange hands pushed Casey back down onto the bed. By then Casey was almost sobbing and feeling so weak and powerless.
“Don’t take it so hard, Country Boy,” Dagger advised. “If our customer likes these pictures, you're going to have a nice soft job inside. And if he doesn’t like them, you'll still have a job because it takes a lot of hard labor to keep that farm of his looking like an ordinary farm.”
Casey blinked some tears out of his eyes and then looked up to see Dagger standing over him with what looked like a ball of cotton and a hypodermic needle in his hands. “Now don’t flinch, this only hurts a little bit, and then you'll be on your way out into the country, Country Boy.”
THE END
Casey played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/14/2002