37 photos; 5:12 video
Model: Taylor
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:11/15/2009
22 photos; 2:48 video
It had been a long day and Carlos was eager to sit back and relax. All day at work he had been thinking of the bottle of citron he had been saving. Carlos had decided tonight would the night he would finally finish it off. It would be a great way to start off his week end.
Too bad that Carlos’ room mate Jed had other ideas. Carlos found his good for nothing room mate guzzling His bottle of Citron! What the Hell?
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing! That’s mine!” Carlos yelled at Jed.
“Oh sorry. I saw it in the fridge and thought it was fair game.”
Carlos was furious. Jed was always taking his stuff. And now Jed gone too far. Carlos looked at the bottle, already almost empty, and decided he had had enough.
Carlos was smaller then Jed but wiry. He had been a rodeo champion in high school and the old tricks were never forgotten. Before Jed knew what was going on, Carlos had him laid out on the couch with his hands behind his back. Some rope appeared as if from no where and was soon looped around Jed’s hands, securing them firmly behind his back.
“Hey! Now wait a minute!”, Jed protested.
But Jed didn't’ want to hear it. Once he was sure that Jed’s hands were tied securely, Carlos looped the rope back to Jed’s feet and tied them up as well. Jed was now in a tight little hog tie on the couch.
“ Damn it! I know you’re angry but you’re acting crazy.. wait, what are you doing with that tape?”
“As if you didn’t know!” Carlos mocked as he took off a large strip of the super sticky tape and began wrapping it around Jed’s head.
“Mmmmpphh!”, Jed grunted through the tape gag for all the good it did him. Carlos smiled. He had been wanting to do this to Jed for months now. The guy had become insufferable and it was time he learned a lesson in respecting other people’s property.
Carlos looked down at his bound and gagged room mate, trying desperately to get free. Carlos know Jed wouldn’t. Carlos knew his knots. Jed would stay tied up until Carlos decided to let him go.
Carlos tested Jed a bit, tickling his sensitive feet just to see Jed squirm in his bondage. Jed’s muffled yelps through the gag was music to Carlos’ ears.
“Now that you’re taken care of, i can finally get some peace and quiet.” Carlos mocked.
“Mmmmmppphhh!?” Jed begged through his gag.
But Carlos was having none of it. He sat on the couch beside Jed and flipped the channel, drinking the last drops of his citron.
It might turn out to be a good week end after all, Carlos thought.
The End
Carlos Played by JMZ
Jed Played by Craig
Photography by Slade
Date of Production:04/17/2011
31 photos
My name is Rick. I have been working for these two straight assholes for 9 months now. All I hear at the office. (they are lawyers and roomates) is how many chicks they Bang. They use me as a go-fer calling me Fag and Queer-boy. It was time for my Revenge! I have had enough of this Shit.
I hired a mate I met in the local pub. I knew my bosses ate Pizza every Friday evening.I had two toy objects I told my pal, that we would pay the Pizza man off and then ring the bell with ski masks on.
When Mike The Blonde with no face hair answered the door, I pushed my self in , my pal in back of me. My voice changed I ordered" Sit on the fucking sofa, do not EVER speak, You both might just get out of this alive"
Shaking they sat, hands raised. I threw them several bandanna's orderering them to GAG THEMSELVES. They did as ordered. "This is a robbery boys." I yelled. I picked up their Boots and long black socks. stuffing them into a trash bag. Barefooted and scared shitless they sat.
I blindfolded Joe, and yanked on his face hair. I wanted Mike to see what was happening, for now. We tied their hand's with white ruff rope, " MMMMFFFFPPPPLLLUUUZZZ" Mike yelped through his gag. "Are you two fags, you look like fags" I asked both shook their heads ,NO. "Bullshit" I answered , I no a Fag when I see one. . I tied their ankles together, Mike was pleased with his eyes. Tears rolled down his check.. "hahaha" "I think these two fags need to be XXXX Stripped. buck Naked" I mused outloud. They turned to each other and grunted. "NNOOFFFFFFFFMMMPPPPPP".
Naked from the waist up I threw them down to the carpet. Ankles untied for the moment. I could see Joe start to get a Hard Dick under his Levi's. hmmmm. I tied them Back to Back, leaving their ankles still untied. Then tied their ankles . I enjoyed watching them struggle and moan. " Maybe We will piss on you to Fag Boys?" I yelled. "Let's "Strip these Queers" They fought to not have their Levi's pulled down and off. I held the XXXX to each of their temples. That quieted them down. It always does, You know!. Finally Levi's removed , there they were Naked . I order them to their feet and tied them to an partition in the room. Joe's dick was Hard. Mike was to scared to sport a Hard cock.
I wrapped a roped tightly around them . Then moved to secure their ankles. I told them we were photographing them and if they told the Coppers, all these picture would flood the Net and also to all their clients. We went and made ourselves several bourbon and Coke's, and watched for over an hour as these two straight motherfuckers, tied naked to a bloody pole in the living room, fought the ropes that cut and tore into their flesh. Pleading, begging, Joe never lost his hard Cock. I finally went over to him and pissed on his Cock and then jerked him off with my urine as a help instead of spit. He Cam and shot accross the rug and moaned. We finished out drinks, wipped the prints off the glasses . My Mate Pissed on the blonde, Mike, with the Ink on his arm, chest and back. "Hey, this doesn't wash off" We laughed . We took all the money, watches, rings, and the shoes and boots from the closet. We cut the legs off all of the expensive suits and arms off the dress shirts and cut all their "Power" silk ties in half. We pissed in their underwear drawer. and cut all their silk and nylon over the calf socks, down to ankle length. hahaha. . Not the worst Friday evening I have ever spent. TGIF.
The End
Mike played by Troy
Joe played by Lyle
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/10/2004
20 photos; 3:39 video
Room mate 1 played by Rex
Room Mate 2 played by Rick
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/19/2018
24 photos; 4:24 video
The Wrestler played by Nick Armor
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/06/2018
27 photos; 3:21 video
I had been working the case for a month now. This guy was one of the most slippery criminals I had encountered in my short career as a bounty hunter. This guy was notorious for slipping out of tight jams. I guess my boss figured this case would keep me busy enough to stay out of his hair. I hadn’t accomplished much in this career. In the five cases I was assigned I only caught one guy, a sixty year old man who had jumped bail. The reward wasn’t even enough to cover my rent for the month. I had to make good on this case or my boss was going to kill me. I followed every lead I came across.
Houston was first, there he managed to jump out of a second story hotel window just as I was about to make the drop on him. In Dallas he managed to out run me on a busy city street. I was determined to catch him. As I traveled across Texas following lead after lead it seemed he was always a few steps ahead of me. With every stop I found he had left a trail of robbed convenient stores and empty cash registers in the hotels he checked in to. I spent most of the stops untying bound and gagged hotel managers and gas station attendants. The story was always the s ame, he would check into a hotel under an assumed name, XXXX off any little mom and pop store in the area, then rob the hotel of any cash that was on hand. It was just enough money to keep him afloat and on the run. Every bounty hunter and law enforcement outfit in Texas was out for him. I was the one who going to get him.
It looked as if my luck was about to change when I got a tip that he headed towards Abilene. I had grown up there and knew it like the back of my hand. I called ahead to my local contacts and had them keep their eyes and ears open. I was finally going to have my day. I arrived at my old stomping grounds and got the news from a local hood I had grown up with he was staying at the local hotel. I called ahead and warned the manager to watch his step. Little did I know, the crook had the manager duct taped to a chair in an empty room and it was him I was talking to. I arrived cautiously to the hotel and made my way to the mangers desk. “Anyone here “, I yelled. “ Back here" , a voice shouted to me from the back office. I walked into the room and was met with a hard blow to the head.
I woke a couple of hours later on the floor. It took me a moment to figure out what had happened. A salty taste encompassed my mouth; I realized I had the bandana I had been using as a sweat rag lodged between my teeth. “ MUUFFUUCKEEE”, I screamed. My hands had been tied behind my back tightly. My ankles were tied together with rope. “WHADGGFUCK”, I screamed through my gagged mouth. He had gotten the drop on me. “Well now Mr. Bradford it seems you are a persistent little fuck”, he said. “Now here we are, you trussed up like a turkey and me watching you squirm”, he yelled. “MMMPPPHHH LLMMPPHH GOMM”, was all I managed. “No, I don’t think so maybe a little alone time will teach you a lesson”, he grimaced. “I am out of your league guy”, he laughed. He left the office when some guests rang the front bell for service. This was my chance.
I pulled at the ropes that tied my wrists. I had seen his handy work before and knew he tied a good knot. Fortunately for me this was not the first time I had been bound and gagged. I struggled hard, trying to loosen the knots from my wrists. It was no use; I couldn’t get my hands free. I tried my ankles next; I fought in vain to try any slip my cowboy boots off but it was no use. The boots were a tight fit and the rope was tied tight. I managed to sit up from the floor. My body was getting tired from my fruitless struggle. I squirmed and grunted with little success. Then he came back.
“Well my friend it seems our time together is coming to an end”, he said. “PPLLEESASSS”, I grunted. “Don’t try to catch up with me, or you’ll find yourself in the same compromising position”, he yelled. “Just to make sure I get a bit of a head start I think I’d better use a little more rope”, he laughed. With that pushed me onto my stomach and began to wrap rope around the foot of my boots and tied my feet together. He ran the rope to my wrists n a strict hogtie. “MMMPPPHHH”, I yelped. Then he was gone.
I struggled and moaned in vain hoping someone would hear the cries from muffled mouth. I rolled desperately on the floor hoping I could break free. The ropes knotted tightly around me seemed to get tighter with every yank and pull. The gag in my mouth was wet with saliva. I was finally found two hours later, I was to exhausted from my struggle to give a damn anymore. I checked into the hotel and called my boss to tell him I quit. He didn’t argue with me.
The End
Date of Production: 12/28/2007
31 photos; 5:36 video
Model: Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/11/2013
19 photos
Ted was all set to begin his new life. He had his stuff down in the U-Haul and the keys to his new apartment were in his hand. The apartment was small but it was perfect for his new start since leaving his boyfriend. Finally Ted would be free. Free from lying boyfriends and screaming bosses and stuck up neighbours. Just a quiet life to himself for a while.
Lost in thought, Ted didn't’ notice the man already in his apartment. Not until he was already being hit over the head. Ted slumped ot the ground, prone and helpless.
What came after was a blur to Ted. He could feel his hands being bound together. More rope was tied around his torso like a harness. Ted had a weird feeling of floating, as if he was being suspended.
Slowly Ted’s mind cleared from the viscous blow. He was on his couch. Red rope was tied around his body and hands.
“What the hell?”, Ted managed to blurt out before a foul tasting piece of cloth was stuffed into his mouth. Ted almost choked when he realised it was his jock strap. “Mmmmph!”, Ted moaned in protest as rope was tied around his head, making sure he could not spit out the gross gag stuffed in his mouth.
The man who had assaulted him was rough as he gagged Ted. While he was furious, Ted was also scared shitless. This guy had already shown he wouldn’t hesitate to resort to violence. And right now Ted was in no position to defend himself.
“Mmmmffuuummmuuuu?!”, Ted tried to ask, though the gag made it unintelligible. Ted’s captor responded by pressing his booted foot on top of Ted’s chest, pushing down hard until it became hard for Ted to breathe.
“You’ve been a bad boy, Tony. Your wife’s none too happy with you!”
Tony? His WIFE!? Ted sure as hell had never had a wife. He had been so gay all of his life he had pretty much never been in the closet. What the hell?
The man continued, “So she hired me to make sure you get what you deserve.”
Wait, wasn’t the last guy who lived here named Tony? Ted had been sorting through the last tenet’s mail that had been left piling up. Oh shit, and this thug thought he was this Tony guy.
“Mmmmm! Mmmm..urk....”, Ted tried to protest but the thug’s boot came down on top of his mouth. Though he didn't’ put as much pressure he had on Ted’s chest, the thug’s message was clear. Even if Ted was gagged, his captor would tolerate no lip.
“Let’s make you more comfortable.”, the man said as he got out more rope. This time Ted’s leg was bent at the knee, his shin and thigh tied together. Again, the man was not gentle as he tugged on the rope and left no slack whatsoever. Then Ted’s other leg was tied the same way. This guy knew his stuff. Even if Ted had been alone, he couldn’t have hopped or used his feet in any way. But to make sure, more rope was tied from Ted’s legs to each side of the couch. Now Ted couldn’t even get off the couch.
Next came Ted’s hands. Obviously the guy realised that Ted might be able to get free with his hands tied in front of them as they were. So Ted soon found his hands tied to the railing behind his head. Now for all practical purposes spread eagled, Ted felt exposed and helpless. His face grew red with anger, fear and embarrassment. But somehow Ted sensed that his ordeal had only just begun. This was confirmed when his captor began checking the ropes. His hands not only fiddled with knots, cruelly tightening each, but also lingered over Ted’s body. His chest was felt up and his ass squeezed through his tight jeans.
“Now the real fun begins”, Ted captor said, leering at his bound and gagged prisoner.
Not The End
Ted played by Brant
RopeWork by Joe Wright
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/23/2008
35 photos; 5:34 video
t had been three years since Douglas had been back in town, ever since he had been sent to prison for that robbery. Now he was back and he had a score to settle.
There was only one way that the cops could have know he was involved and that was if his partner, Frankie, had told them. It made sense. With Douglas gone, Frankie got all the loot. Douglas was too much of a man to rat Frankie out in return, no matter how much he deserved it. But that didn't’ mean Douglas was going to let it slide.
Douglas didn’t have nearly as much trouble finding Frankie as he should have. Frankie was always sloppy and too sure of himself. He was slumming at some dive. When Frankie went to take a piss out in the alley, Douglas jumped him. It was a brief but hard fight, Douglas ripped up Frankie’s nice clothes. But the end was never in doubt. Soon Douglas had Frankie XXXX out. He wasted no time in binding Frankie’s hands behind his back. A blindfold was put over Frankie’s eyes. Then Douglas blew his nose into a filthy rag and stuffed it into Frankie’s big mouth. Gagging Frankie gave Douglas a deep sense of satisfaction.
Frankie was awake and kicking in the trunk of the car by the time Douglas had gotten him back to the house.
“Mmmm!”, Frankie yelped a she was pulled out using a leash Douglas had made using rope and that dog collar Frankie liked to wear.
Frankie struggled as he was led to the basement, not that it did any good. Frankie was firmly under control.
Using more rope that he bought just for this occasion, Douglas secured Frankie to the ceiling, running rope from the wooden dowel between Frankie’s arms to the pipes in the ceiling. More rope was taken out and tied to Frankie’s legs making improvised leg shackles. Douglas shad learned a lot about how to immobilise a guy while in prison. Now Frankie was going to get a taste of that.
“Mmmmmm!?” Frankie moaned through his gag a she struggled to get free. It was in vain however. Frankie was caught. Now it was time he paid Douglas back for betraying him.
Frankie was a lying cheating back stabbing rat. But he was also not bad looking. He like dot think of himself as a ladies man. So what better lesson then to be felt up by another guy?
But first Frankie had to lose his clothes. They were pretty ripped up anyway from the initial fight. Still Douglas enjoyed it as he ripped off Frankie’s clothes piece by piece, exposing more and more of his captive’s body.
“ Mmmmppphhh!? Mmmmmmpphhh! “ Frankie did not like being forcibly stripped naked at all. HE certainly didn’t like it as his body was felt up and explored. Douglas ran his hands down Frankie's chest, squeezed Frankie’s ass and then reached around to Frankie’s cock.
Once he felt the stiff member, Douglas knew that at least some part of Frankie was enjoying this. Frankie had betrayed Douglas and now Frankie’s dick had betrayed Frankie.
As Frankie struggled and moaned, Douglas held him firmly. The friction was giving Douglas his own woody and it occurred ot him that it had been too long since he had had any.
But the time wasn't’ right yet. First he would break Frankie down, make him submit, beg to be released.
Douglas had plenty of time ot teach Frankie a lesson about selling out his friends. It was a lesson Douglas planned to enjoy.
The End
Frankie played by Darien
Douglas played by Sammy Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:08/03/2010
20 photos; 7:02 video
Model: Bari Jacobi
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/22/2018
23 photos; 5:16 video
Rod was hyped all through practice. He had never felt more confident. He knew he would take his team to the championships this year.
Unfortunately Rod wasn’t the only one thinking he was the teams most invaluable player.
Rod was so full of energy, he decided to walk back to his apartment. As he did so, a grey van pulled up beside Rod.
“Hey,’ The driver asked, “ Can you help me find Tucker Street?”
“Sure” Rod said as he walked closer to the van. “Go down two blocks..hey! Mmmm!?”
Rod was shocked as the van door suddenly opened and two more men jumped out. One grabbed the young jock’s arms, pinning them behind Rod’s back. The other put a foul smelling rag over Rod’s face.
Everything for Rod went black.
When Rod awoke, everything was still black.
Rod was sitting but his hands were uncomfortably bent behind his back. He tried to move them but failed. He had been tied up.
“Mmmmm?”, Rod yelled out, his words muffled by the tape over his mouth.
Desperately Rod struggled against the bondage to no avail. He tried to yell for help through the gag.
“Well, looks like the Golden boy is awake!”, Rod heard a voice say. The tape over his eyes was ripped off. The man, dressed in a suit, was unfamiliar to Rod. Obviously though the man knew Rod.
“Mmmmm!”, Rod grunted angrily. Rod rocked in his chair back and forth in a rage.
“Yes yes, I’m sure you’re very upset. However I want to stress how delicate your situation is. You are bound and gagged, no one knows where you are or even that you are missing yet and ..” the man’s hands took liberties with Rod’s muscular form to prove his point “.. I can do whatever I want to you.”
Rod, though still upset, kept quiet.
“Now, I know you are really excited about your upcoming game but I would like to talk to you about coming to an arrangement.”
Rod could only glare as the man explained how he wanted Rod to throw the game.
“I’ll let you sit while you think about it.”, the man said as he left Rod to stew in his own juices.
The End
Model: Chad
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:06/06/2013
26 photos
There it goes again! Lewie hated being interrupted when he was watching the ball game, but he was definitely hearing screwy noises down in his basement. It had better not be those rats, Lewie thought as he trudged down the stairs. Lewie hated rats.
“Anybody down here?” Lewie asked the dark shadows of the basement and then laughed at himself for asking such a silly question.
“Took you long enough,” a cold voice answered just before Lewie felt a big clammy hand clamped over Lewie’s mouth. “Don't you pay no attention when you got people making noises down in your basement?”
The big hand moved from Lewie’s lips down to his shoulder and Lewie looked back to see—“Vic! What're you doing here?”
“The Boss wants to see you.”
“But I just saw Martie yesterday,” Lewie started looking for a way out.
“Not Martie,” Vic growled, “The Big Boss down in Mineral City. Seems like that last shipment you sent came in a little light.”
“But that wasn't me! That shipment was right! I know it was!” Lewie panicked.
Vic’s big hand pushed Lewie down to his knees and then wrapped itself around Lewie’s mouth again. “You want to be called Lewie or Lumpy?” Vic said. “Smart thing for you to do right now is to start cooperating,” Vic advised with a threat in his voice.
Lewie’s mind was in a whirl while Vic tossed a bunch of XXXX-up pieces of Lewie’s spare clothesline on the floor and then began using pieces of the rope to tie up Lewie’s body with the sure hands of an expert. And what an idiot he'd been to come down here looking for prowlers in his bare feet and cut-offs like he was going for another beer.
By then Lewie was tied up good and tight and Vic was pulling his head back while he held a thick band of cloth in front of Lewie’s mouth. Lewie just had time to recognize the cloth as a piece of rank old rag he'd used to polish his car with last week before Vic XXXX his lips apart and then starting tying the cloth band tightly between Lewie’s teeth.
The taste of car wax and the other nasty things on the old cloth began melting on Lewie’s tongue as his mouth started to water down the strange intruder with lots of drool.
“Now you be a good boy,” Vic advised as he pushed Lewie’s tied up body down onto the floor. “I got some arrangements to make.”
Lewie lay very still and watched big Vic until the enforcer was out of sight. Then he began twisting his wrists against the tight ropes and working his tongue against the awful tasting gag. Something was very wrong here. That shipment had been right when Lewie sent it out. Somebody else was trying to put the finger on Lewie, somebody like Martie maybe.
Lewie wasn't sure, but he couldn't find out lying here all tied up like some kind of turkey. So Lewie began rolling all over the floor as he struggled and strained and cussed against the tight ropes and at the gag that was starting to XXXX him.
“Won't do you no good.” All of a sudden Vic was standing over Lewie and laughing at him. “When I tie somebody up, they stay tied. Now I got to get you ready to go on the train.”
A train…? Lewie started to get his hopes up. Vic couldn't take him on a train looking like this. He’d have to let him put his clothes on.
“Forget it, Lewie,” Vic laughed at him again. “You ain't going to be going as no passenger. I'm shipping you as freight.”
Lewie’s heart sunk as he saw the big box a smiling Vic was pointing to.
“Let’s go, into the box real easy like. I'd hate for you to have to travel with a headache and a big knot on your head,” Vic warned Lewie with a look on his face.
So Lewie allowed his bound body to be manhandled by the big enforcer until he found himself packed down in the bottom of the big box.
“Nice and comfy now?” Vic laughed again and that was really beginning to get on Lewie’s nerves. “Don't worry, you probably got a whole hamper full of dirty underwear and socks and some damp old towels I can pack in there with you so you don't bounce around too much.” Vic closed the top of the box.
Lewie lay in the cramped dark of the box and began making plans for what he was going to do to that damn Martie when he got out of this.
If he got out of this…?
THE END
Lewis played by Doug
Vic played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/26/2005
34 photos; 4:09 video
The Naked Chef
by Caitiff
Doug checked off the ingredients. The peppers. The cooking wine. The meat. Everything was ready. The oil in the pan had beXXXX to sizzle. Doug loved cooking in the nude, especially when he was making a romantic dinner. Still, he donned an apron. The last thing he needed was grease burns on his package.
He had been planning this dinner with his girlfriend for weeks. She didn't’ even know about it. All she knew was that Doug had asked she come over that night.
Behind him, Doug heard someone coming in the back door. Oh shit! She wasn't’ supposed ot be here for another two hours!
But it wasn’t Doug’s girlfriend. Not unless she had become a pair of large men in ski masks.
“What the hell?” was all Doug could say before they had pulled an object on him. Doug raised his hands above his head.
“Good, you’re being smart”, one of the men said. “Tie his hands.”
The man’s partner went to work, binding Doug’s hands behind his back. Was it Doug’s imagination or did his captor’s hands linger over Doug’s bare ass a bit too long as he was tying his hands?
“Ok here’s the deal. We just need to do a little early Christmas shopping. So you are going to sit tight while we get what we need. Oh and so you stay quiet...”
“Mmmm!”, Doug grunted angrily as tape was placed over his mouth, gagging him.
Doug had his feet tied and was XXXX down into a chair as the burglars ransacked his kitchen. They took al the good wine and the expensive silver his mom had given him.
Then the first burglar went off to the other rooms, leaving Doug alone with the guy who had tied him. The man pulled on Doug’s apron, forcing him back to his feet. Doug gave the man angry glares. But he was helpless as the top half of his apron was pushed down, exposing Doug’s chiselled chest and stomach. There was now just a thin strip of fabric keeping Doug from being totally naked. Doug didn’t like where this was going. But bound and gagged, he couldn’t do anything about it.
“Hey, help me with this TV!”, The first robber said.
“Sure, give me a sec.”, his partner replied. Doug began to sweat over what the man was going to do but all that happened was that doug was pushed back down on the chair. Then a rope was tied from his hands to his feet under the chair so he couldn’t get up. The man then left.
Doug realised that if he was going to do anything , now was his chance. Desperately he wiggled and strained against his bonds. But the ropes held. So Doug instead tried sliding his chair over to the counter. maybe he could grab a knife and cut his way out. Doug reached the cabinets and with careful manipulation was able to open the top drawer where he had the regular silverware.
But he couldn’t raise his hands high enough to grab any of it! The ropes prevented him from raising his hands or getting off the chair.
“Hey! what do you think you’re doing?”
The robbers had come back in and discovered Doug’s abortive attempt at escape. Doug was certain they would do something violent. But they didn’t hit him. What they did was in a way worse.
They untied the rope securing Doug to the chair and hoisted him up onto the table. Doug felt the draft on his naked ass. Somehow he knew the second robber was studying the curves of Doug’s back side even though he couldn't’ see him. Doug hoped that they left him like this again. Freed from the chair, he would have a chance to hop off the table quietly and get that knife he couldn’t reach before.
But his captors weren’t that dumb. The second robber again tied Doug, this time forcing his feet and hands to meet in a hog tie. There was no way that Doug would be able to roll off the table with doing serious injury to himself. Doug was pissed about being robbed. But he wasn’t so pissed off he was going to break his neck over it.
The robbers continued their work. Doug could hear them ripping stuff up in the other rooms and occasionally he was them bring something of his out the back door. Poor doug could only wiggle and mumble through his gag in helpless anger.
Finally it seemed that the men had taken everything they could find to steal. The first robber left to warm up the car, again leaving the second to watch over their tied and half nude prisoner.
The robber turned off the stove. At least the house wont’ burn down, Doug thought. But he was noticed how the guy had been staring at Doug’s naked back side. And now he was alone and helpless with the guy.
Just grin and bear it, Doug thought.
But the robber did something odd. He set the plates on the table and two candles and a bottle of wine. He then gave Doug’s ass a nice squeeze, fondling his butt cheeks. And then a post it was stuck on Doug’s buttock. It read “Eat Me.”
“If only we had more time. A rump roast like that....” and the robber left.
Doug struggled as much as he could but the ropes had proven to be no less secure then before. His only chance was that his girlfriend would get here soon.
Amazingly the robbers had left Doug’s answering machine. It activated and Doug heard his girlfriend’s voice, “Hey Doug. I am running late. sorry, gonna be another three hours. Oh and my parents wanted to come by as well. Hope you don't’ mind.”
Doug groaned from behind his tape gag. This wasn’t how he had planned this night at all.
The End
Doug played by Kent
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/18/2007
22 photos; 6:09 video
The Jock played by Evan
The Spanker played by Remy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/06/2018
25 photos; 5:09 video
Bound Guy played by Alex Stone
Bad Guy played by Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/26/2018
48 photos; 2:27 video
Sam grumbled to himself as he flipped the pages of the magazine. Why did he always get stuck with the shitty jobs? The others were probably sitting somewhere nice and air-conditioned, enjoying themselves while they waited for the ransom money to be delivered. And here Sam was, sweating away in this hellish place, with nothing to do. There wasn’t even a TV! All he had for entertainment were some crappy old magazines, and they didn’t have many pictures for him to look at. All the cold beer was long gone. He yawned as he looked at the clock. Ugh, his relief wasn’t due for a couple of hours. He thought about checking on their guest, but decided against it. He didn’t want to go down into that nasty, dank cellar. It was full of spiders and other creepy crawly things, and if there was one thing that Sam hated, it was bugs. He was glad that he wasn’t the one down there. That rich asshole, Joe Sandilands, had probably never spent any time in a place like the cellar. He sure hadn’t seemed very happy the last time Sam had paid him a visit. The smell from the spilled slop bucket hadn’t helped matters. That was the rich guy’s own fault. If he hadn’t struggled so much, it would never have been overturned. Sam was going to leave the mess for Freddy to clean up. He couldn’t be bothered himself.
Sam yawned and stretched. If he wasn’t careful he was going to doze off. A nice snooze would be great, but he didn’t want to be caught XXXXping if the boss should happen to drop by. Then he would be in big trouble Yeah, big trouble…..Sam’s head started to droop. It was so hot, and he was so tired, and those beers hadn’t helped…just a few minutes of shut eye couldn’t hurt…Zzzzzzz.
Sam came to with a start. What was that noise? He looked at the clock on the wall. Whew, he had only been XXXXping for half an hour. But….he was sure that he had heard something. He shook his head to clear it, and as he did so, he noticed a quick movement at the very edge of his vision. What the…?
"Hey, how the hell did you get out of….MMMPHHHH!"
Sam’s expostulations were cut off as a hand went over his mouth. He began grappling with his attacker. How did the bozo get free? The last time Sam had checked him out, he had been very nicely trussed up and gagged, lying on the slimy stone floor. This wouldn’t do at all. OUCH! What the fuck had the bastard done to him? Sam felt his arm go numb as strong fingers dug into his shoulder. He yelped as he felt a hand in his hair, pulling his head back. He gurgled through the hand gag as he turned his head and saw a blue bandanna clutched in the hand of his assailant.
"You’re not so smart are you? But then, what can one expect from criminal scum like you? Evidently, not very much. You are going to be SO sorry that you XXXX me."
OUCH! Frank yelled as his other arm was immobilized. What was this guy doing to him? He was starting to get tingling sensations in one arm, but the other hung down XXXX and useless. He shook his head, trying to dislodge the hand over his mouth as the bandanna was dangled in front of his face.
"You ready for your gag, scum ball? I wish that I had brought up that filthy sock that you stuffed into my mouth, but I couldn’t find it in the dark down there. This should keep you quiet though.
Sam moaned as the bandanna was pulled taut in front of his face. Summoning all of his strength, he managed to bring his hands up, feebly grasping at the arms of his former captive. It was no use. His arms wouldn’t obey him. Joe had no problem brushing aside Sam’s grasping hands. He pulled the bandanna as tightly as he could, knotting it behind Sam’s head. He gave the knotted bandanna an extra tug, making sure it was good and tight. He wanted the gag to hurt Sam, the same way that his own gag had hurt him. Joe was feeling quite vindictive at the moment. He wanted this bastard to suffer. He wasn’t going to forget the abuse and humiliation that he had suffered at Sam’s hands. It was unfortunate the slop bucket had been XXXX over. Otherwise he would have searched for it and brought it up here, and dumped the disgusting mess all over his erstwhile captor.
Sam waved one arm feebly as he watched Joe lean over and pick up a coil of rope that he must have brought up from the cellar. Ugh, first he was gagged and now he was going to be tied up, and he was helpless to stop his one-time captive. He grunted in pain as the rope was wound around his chest, biting into his bare skin. Oh, it was so tight. Around and around, the rope was looped around his body, tying him to the chair. Once his torso was bound, Sam felt his hands being pulled behind. Ouch, that hurt. He moaned impotently as hands were bound behind his back. Ow, ow, OWWWWW!
Sam screamed as in pain as Joe grabbed his hair, and pulled his head back as far as it would go. He thought that his neck was going to break. He gurgled a protest as Joe spat in his face.
"Do you like that, asshole? How does it feel, being tied up and gagged? I should drag you downstairs and leave you lying in that hellhole. Then we would see how you would like having spiders and cockroaches and centipedes running all over you, biting you. "
"MMMGGODMMMNOOO! GGGGGMNOBUGSPLEEEEZZZZZE!"
Sam nearly burst into tears when he heard Joe’s threats. If there was one thing that he hated it was bugs. Spiders were bad enough, and cockroaches were even worse, but centipedes…….The thought of having one of this disgusting many-legged hairy creatures roaming over his bare chest made him want to puke. He whimpered in fear and began rocking back and forth in the chair, kicking out with his legs. He would go mad if he were down in that dark hole, with all of those filthy, disgusting insects.
"HA HA HA! I can see that you don’t like the idea. But I think that I’ll leave you in full view, right here, for whoever turns up first. The cops or your boss. Either way, I don’t think you are going to have a good time. If I were you, I would pray that the police turn up first. However, let’s these legs tied up."
Joe knelt down in front of Sam, and starting wrapping ropes around the criminal’s legs and ankles. Yeah, he was going to make the ropes good and tight. With any luck they would cut off all circulation, and the creep would have to have his feet amputated. He deserved to suffer, suffer a lot. Once he had finished with the rope, he stood up, and grabbing a hank of Sam’s hair, he jerked his head back.
"I hope you enjoy yourself, asshole. Whatever happens to you, I don’t think it’s going to be much fun. Just let me relieve you of your car keys, and I’ll be on my way."
Once Joe had left, Sam starting struggling against his ropes. Terror gave him strength. He DID not want to be around when the boss found out that he had let their prisoner escape. Rico was an evil, vicious bully, and Sam had seen what he did to those who crossed his path. Sam started sweating bullets as he thought of the grim punishment that lay in store for him if Rico got his hands on him. He sawed his hands back and forth, ignoring the excruciating pain as the skin on his wrists was worn away. Oh, thank God, the rope was loosening. He looked at the clock and saw that he had only a few minutes before Freddy was due to show up. He managed to pull his hands free, and started working at the ropes around his chest. It only took him a few minutes to get rid of those. Pulling the gag down, he leaned over and began untying his legs and ankles. Shit, that bastard had used a lot of rope, and a lot of knots down there. Time was running out for Sam. Finally, he was free. He jumped up and started hobbling towards the door, calculating the amount of money it would take to get him to a nice peaceful place, somewhere like Zimbabwe or Uzbekistan, where Rico wouldn’t come looking for him.
THE END
Sam played by Neal
Joe played by Tommy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/16/2007
24 photos; 4:57 video
This soccer game was the one I had been waiting on all season. It was going to be for all the marbles. I needed this game to be good; all the scouts were going to be there. I needed a scholarship to go to college; there would be no other way for me to afford it. Little did I know that I was not the only one looking for a free ride. My chief rival was a guy on my own team. We had grown up together and were once good friends. This all changed when soccer came into the picture. We had developed a heated rivalry.
I trained all season for this moment. The word on the street was I was the one the scouts were coming to see. I was able to stay healthy all season, there was nothing to stop me now, or so I thought. I started out the day with my usual protein shake and a jog. I got home just in time to shower and change. My parents had already left to get good seats at the stadium. I put on my uniform and searched for my shoes.
The slam of the back door startled me. I figured my parents had forgotten something. “Is that you Dad”, I yelled? There was no answer. I heard footsteps slowly creep down the basement stairs. I looked up to see a pair of soccer shoes coming down the stairs. “Who’s there”, I asked? “Hi Mark.” It was Joe my rival. “What are you doing here, do you need a ride?” “No Mark I need you to be out of the way today. I need that scholarship to college, and I don’t have a chance if you’re playing.” “What the hell Joe, what do you think I’m going to do just not go.” “Yes”, he replied. “Even if I didn’t those scouts wouldn’t give you a second look”, I yelled. This seemed to infuriate him. He dashed down the bottom stairs and tackled me.
I never realized how strong he was. He got me on my stomach and began to wind something around my wrists. It was rope. “Good God Joe do you think you can just tie me up and that will be the end of it, even if you keep out of the way you will never get aMMMPPPHHH.” He taped my mouth shut with white athletic tape. He wrapped it around my head silencing me good. The tape sealed my lips and words. “MMMPPPPHHHH”, I screamed in vain. He tied my wrists well. The rope dug into my skin as I tried ineffectively to break free.
He stood me up and watched me. I darted for the stairs but it was useless. He caught me and pulled me to the back of the basement. I struggled withering my upper body from side to side. He threw me on the couch and finished what he started. “I’m sorry Mark, but I need this more than you. You’ll have another chance, I won’t.” “MMMPPPPHHH”, I screamed. He tied more rope tightly around my thigh. I flexed my muscle in a vain attempt to stop the inevitable. He trailed the rope to my ankle and knotted it tightly. He repeated the process on my other leg and he was done.
“I am really sorry Mark I have to go.” “MMPPPMMPPHHHPLEMM”, I begged. He was gone. I struggled hard flexing every muscle in my body to break free. The rope was tied around me so tightly I had no chance. I rolled back and forth exhausting every bone in my body. I tried to scream but all that escaped my mouth were grunts. The tight gag shut me up good. I managed to roll onto my stomach and tried again to loosen the rope around my wrists. It was no use. I could not believe he took it this far. I lay bound and gagged for two hours before my parents came home to find me. Needless to say he would get a free ride, right to jail.
The End
Mark played by Danny
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/21/2008
24 photos; 4:01 video
“Don't look at me like that,” David moaned at the sad-faced Drew behind the layers of XXXX orange tape that were now holding his mouth a prisoner. “This was your idea!”
David had wanted to join the Phelan Phi’s. They were a nice bunch of boys who spent their time reading poetry, drinking wine, and looking for their inner selves. But Drew had convinced him that they needed to join a big important jock fraternity like the Gamma Lambdas. David sighed and rubbed his taped face against the pillow. He didn't even like jockstraps.
Just then a sharp twinge of pain shot up between David’s legs and he pushed his face into the pillow to muffle his little whimper of pain. David hadn't worn a jockstrap since junior high school and there was a good reason for that. David’s toy soldier didn't like being held so close and so confined. It liked to stretch and show off its big muscles. But now it was hurting David as punishment for David letting those other boys put his soldier into solitary confinement.
Just then Drew huffed something behind the yellow tape that was covering his lips which sounded like “We've got to get out of here!”
David almost laughed. Here they were locked inside a bedroom at the Lambda House. Their hands were tied behind their backs with strong ropes. And there was probably one of those big Jock Lambdas waiting right outside the bedroom door just in case their two new pledges tried anything so stupid.
But now Drew was starting to panic. He didn't like being tied up. And he didn't like being confined in a small place. And he definitely didn't like the kinds of things that his vivid imagination was dreaming up for those Lambdas to do to him and David.
And the more Drew panicked, the louder his tape-muffled moans and groans sounded. David made some tape-muffled sounds of his own while he begged Drew to please quiet down. He really didn't want to do anything that was going to make those big Lambdas mad at them. But panicked Drew was way beyond taking any kind of hint.
“Come on David, you got to get me loose!” Drew’s voice rose up three octaves so that it was echoing off of the walls despite the yellow layers of tape the Lambda’s had already plastered over his mouth to keep him quiet.
David thought it was a dumb idea, but he had to do something to quiet Drew down so he made agreeing sounds behind his own tape-covered lips and then began maneuvering his body around on the springy bed so that he could get his hands close to the ropes that were holding Drew a prisoner.
Suddenly the bedroom door banged open. “What the hell are you pledges doing in here?”
Oh no! It was Jerry the Jock, also known as Jerry the Jerk, the all star fullback from the football team. Why did it have to be him? David got so nervous that he almost dropped his books each time he walked past Jerry in the hallway. And now he was here, and he had an angry sneer on his face, and with a sickening feeling David realized that now Jerry was seeing him without any clothes on. David began to blush.
“Just what part of the word “quiet” don't you two Ding Dongs understand?” Jerry bellowed at the captive pledges as he moved closer to their nearly naked bodies. “You want to make some noise? Is that it? Okay, how about I let you sing for awhile?”
David looked back and his whole body began to tremble. Jerry the Jerk was uncoiling a big leather belt. What was he going to do with that? Oh, he wouldn't dare!
“Come on, Ding Dongs, turn those pitiful bodies around and bend over so I can give you a little taste of what’s going to happen to you when the rest of the Lambdas get here tonight.”
David tried not to look at Jerry while he XXXX his body up onto his knees. He looked over at Drew instead and saw that his friend was just as unhappy and scared as he was while they each walked on their knees until they were finally kneeling side by side.
“Good boys,” Jerry the Jerk teased. “Now bend over and let me see you smile.”
David bent over and closed his eyes, wishing that he was somewhere else.
Suddenly a painful sting struck David’s bare cheek just below his tied hands. David’s whole body jerked and he cried out loud behind the sticky layers of tape. Then he heard the sXXXX of the belt again and it was immediately followed by a cry that was just as loud coming from Drew.
“All right, now both of you together. I want to hear some of that harmony,” the cruel Jerry crooned.
And then David’s whole world became the feeling of that belt – sometimes just teasing over his bare skin, and sometimes ripping into him for another bite – along with the strange animal-like cries that he could hear coming from Drew and himself and getting louder and louder until they harmonized with Jerry’s cruel laughter. On and on it went until David could feel tears running down his cheeks and his tender flesh felt like it was on fire.
And then David received an even greater shock when he realized that Jerry was now on the bed behind him and Drew. And the evil monster was holding them both really close together and running his slimy hands over their naked bodies while he chuckled.
“Very good, my little Ding Dongs. You remind me of a couple of braying hounds. Maybe I could enter the two of you into a hound dog contest later this year.”
“Don't do me any favors,” David grumbled into his gag.
Jerry the Jerk laughed at his own joke and then pushed David and Drew back down onto the bed. Then there was nothing David or Drew could do while the chuckling Jerry the Jerk quickly wrapped and tied more ropes around their ankles so that now they were completely helpless. Then he laughed out loud. “You be quiet now, you hear?”
And then Jerry went out and closed the door.
David sighed and let his face sink into the pillow. Only yesterday he had been thinking how wonderful it was going to be when he finally graduated from college and went out into that bright world. Now he was thinking, if he could only survive this night, maybe he wouldn't want to stay around here that long.
“David…David, let’s go, let’s get out of here.” David heard Drew’s mournful voice and he was getting so he could almost understand Drew’s tape-distorted words. What’s more, David was in full agreement. He had had enough of this Pledge game.
So David rolled his body close to Drew’s body and reached for him with his tied hands. And he could feel Drew’s hands feeling for him. Then he felt some coils of rope coming into his fingers, and then he began to discover the tightly-tied knots in the rope.
David closed his eyes and tried to increase the feel in his fingers as his fingertips worried and pried at the thick knots. But without being able to see what he was doing, it was nearly impossible to pry even one of those rope strands loose.
Behind his back he could hear Drew hugging and sighing and he could feel Drew’s searching fingers trying to set him free. But Drew wasn't having any more luck than David was.
Suddenly the bedroom door banged open again and David looked up to see the leering Jerry the Jerk standing in the doorway. David’s heart sunk down into his feet.
“Okay my little Ding Dongs! It’s party time!”
Suddenly the small doorway filled up with a whole herd of laughing Lambdas and there was nothing that David and Drew could do to stop them as they felt their helpless bodies being pulled into the other room where who knows what was waiting for them.
THE END
Drew played by Chester
David played by Sammy
Jerry the Jerk played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/24/2006
28 photos; 4:32 video
Model: Nick
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/07/2008
21 photos; 4:59 video
The Bound Guy played by Beau
The Masked Man played by Remy
Date of Production: 04/30/2018
29 photos; 7:48 video
Model: Ron Jeffries
Model: Tommy Gunn
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/14/2017
26 photos; 5:37 video
Model: Vincent
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/03/2014
20 photos; 3:45 video
Continued from "Intruder pt 1
“Mmmmm....” Roger groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. The first thing he realized was that he was laying on his hands. He tried to move them but found he could
not.
“Mmmmmpphh!”, Roger grunted as he opened his eyes. He was not only bound hand
and foot but gagged as well. Desperately he struggled against his bonds.
Looming over him was a masked figure.
“Easy now. You’re not going anywhere.”, The masked man said a she held his bound and gagged hostage down on the couch.
“Roger grunted angrily at the man, “MMMM!”. OF course it did little good. The man was right. Roger was already beginning to doubt he could get out of this. And even if he did, what then? The man was standing guard right over him.
Still Roger continued to try to get away none the less. It wasn’t a rational decision. But Roger did not like being so helpless next to this guy. Who knew what evil plans he had
for Roger? Whatever they were, Roger doubted he would like them if it required he be tied up.
“Why do they never listen to me when I make it clear not to struggle?” The masked man
asked himself, obviously not expecting an answer from the gagged rugby player on the couch. “I guess I will need to make sure your cute ass is even more tied up!”
Roger certainly didn’t like how his XXXX talked about his ass. Desperately Roger struggled even harder. However it made little difference. The masked man was able to
hog tie Roger with ease, connecting his legs and hands with more rope.
Roger noticed that not only did the man seemed to know how to tie a guy up pretty well, but the masked man’s hands lingered over Roger’s muscled body. Roger was pretty sure that tying a guy up did not require groping that man’s ass or package or socked
feet.
“Yep, you are every bit the athlete they said you were.”
“MMpph mmmm?”. Who were they? Was this guy hired to XXXX him?
As if reading his thoughts, the masked intruder said, “I’m afraid someone needs you out of the way for a while. That’s where I come in. I’m a professional XXXX. “
“Mmmmm mmffmmpppmmmm!”, Roger tried to beg for his freedom bu the gag made everything he said unintelligible. Worse, Roger thought he could see his XXXX getting excited the more Roger grunted through his tape gag.
“Don't’ worry. You’ll be let go. After awhile. Of course I get to do whatever I want with you in the mean time. I’ve gotten pretty good at making sure my guests stay amused.”
Roger shook his head no in vain protest. He could already guess what kind of “amusements” the intruder had in mind for a tied up jock that was helpless to stop him.
“Yeah.”, The Intruder continued his one sided conversation, “ We’ll have lots of fun. You can stay with all the other guests I have. Some of them have been there along time.
They could use a fresh piece of ass like you.”
The Intruder took out a damp piece of cloth. It smelled of chemicals.
“But first I need you calm for the trip. Some guys get upset if they are shut up in a box for several hours.”
“Mmmm! Mmmmpphh!”, Roger tried to dodge the cloth as the Intruder shoved over his mouth and nose. Tape gagging his mouth, the chemical filled his nose. Soon blackness claimed him.
When Roger woke again, he would be in his new home.
The End?
Roger played by Chad
The Intruder played by Slade
Photography by Caitiff
Bound Guy played by Chad
The Intruder played by Slade
Date of Production: 09/25/2010
27 photos
"Dere he is, Boss, just like ya wanted."
Keith looked up at the two ski-masked figures standing in front of him as he sat bound and gagged on the floor.
"Any problems?" the one called the Boss asked.
"Nah, I did just like you said. Waited for him outside the gym. Den when I seen him goin' to his car, I snatched him. Well, I did have to slug him. Let's put it dis way, he didn't want to come for a ride."
"You idiot! I told you not to hurt him!"
"Aw, Boss, it was just a little love-tap to calm him down. If I'd-a really slugged him, he'd still be out cold," the underling replied.
"Did you leave the note?"
"Yeah, on his car windshield, just like you said. Kid had some nice wheels."
"What do you expect, his old man's loaded," said the Boss. "You sure those ropes are tight?"
"Sure, Boss...hey! I was a Boy Scout, ya know!" sniggered the goon.
"Yeah, a lot of good that did you. I heard you pushed little old ladies under the bus instead of helping them cross."
"Aw, Boss, you're a card! Besides, it was only dat one time. But I was always good at knot-tying."
"Yeah, real smart. You tied his hands in front, you moron. He can reach up and pull off that gag! Tie his hands down to his ankles!"
"Oh, yeah...hehe..sorry, Boss!"
Keith grunted as the thug took more rope and bound his wrists tightly to his ankles in front. Being the son of a wealthy man, the idea of his being XXXX had crossed his mind often, and his father had warned him many times to be careful in his comings and goings. He had just never thought it could happen so easily. Now, here he was helpless, bound and gagged and being held for ransom!
"Tape up his eyes," the Boss growled, "This ski mask is killing me."
"Sure t'ing, Boss," goon number two said, as Keith felt a wide band of adhesive tape being pressed down over his eyes.
"That's better, now put him in the closet!"
Keith tried to struggle as he felt himself being grasped under the arms and pulled along the floor. He tried to voice a protest, but the tight cleave gag in his mouth made all his words incoherent.
The Boss spoke again as Keith was dragged into the closet. "I'm going to make some calls. On second thought, I don't think he's tied well enough. When I get back, I want to see him stripped and hogtied. He won't struggle around so much if he's naked. And he needs a bigger gag."
The goon, whose name was Benny, was thrilled to hear his new assignment.
"You got it, Boss", he replied. "He's a good lookin' kid. Would you mind if I... heh...heh....ya know..."
"Sure, have some fun with him if you want. After all, you deserve some perks too. Just make sure he's well-gagged and tied, and don't hurt him!"
Benny reached into his bag for more rope and a roll of duct tape. Was he ever glad he'd dropped out of the Boy Scouts!
The End
Keith played by Andre
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/16/2005