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The Trouble with My Mouth by Soft Touch
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Somebody ought to gag my mouth! It’s my mouth that gets me into more trouble than anything else. Maybe I had better start at the beginning so you'll know what I mean.
You see I am the famous actor Bradley Pintelwithe, you may have heard of me. Anyway one day we were on our way out to the desert location where we going to shoot my new western movie. The Director was telling me that they had hired a good stunt double for me to do all of the hard parts in the movie. And then I heard my mouth telling him that I didn't need any stunt double. I could do anything those cowboys could do.
Royce the stunt man must have heard me spouting off because when we were halfway out to the location our camera truck broke down and Royce came looking for me while we waited for them to get it fixed. He wanted to know if I really thought I could handle all of the stunts in the picture and I told him sure, no problem, but he didn't believe me.
Next thing I knew old Royce was leading me away from our little movie caravan so that we could have some privacy. “You know that cabin scene we're going to do?”
Sure, I knew my script backwards and forwards. The cabin scene was where the bad guys tie me up and I have to put up a real struggle before I could get free to rescue the girl in time.
“Let’s start with a little rope,” Royce drawled.
Without even asking, he grabbed my arms in his strong hands and pulled both of my soft hands behind me. Then I could feel some rope be wrapped all around my wrists really tight and then tied even tighter.
“Ouch! That hurts, Royce!”
“A real cowboy wouldn't complain. Here, suck on a little knot.”
All of a sudden he shoved a thickly knotted bandanna into my mouth and then began pulling the two ends of the cloth back really hard against the corners of my mouth. Then he tied the ends together behind my neck, and -- “How’s that? Too tight…?”
I tried to tell him yes it hurt, but now my tongue was now caught under that band of cloth so that all I could do is nod my head and make stupid noises. “Good! You can use that for motivation,” he instructed.
Then everything became kind of a blur as hi strong hands spun me one way and then the other and more and more ropes were wrapped and tied tight around my body. “That’s right you just have a seat there. Don’t worry about getting dirty. I just need to add a couple more of these pigging strings.”
I wanted to tell him to stop, but by now so much of my sloppy drool had soaked into that bandanna knot that it felt as big and slippery as a summer peach sliding around inside my mouth.
“All right now let’s see you struggle some,” Royce drawled at me.
I started straining against the ropes and wiggling my body around some.
“My word, you are pitiful!” Royce spat into the grass beside me. “Struggle! Really get down in that dirt and let’s see a little sweat and pain there Movie Star!”
His words hurt and so I really tried. It hurt, and I felt dirty, and I think maybe I was bleeding somewhere, but I really couldn't tell because so much sweat was running off of my body everywhere.
All of a sudden I heard this slithering rattling sound somewhere behind me.
“Ssssneeek!” I squeaked into my soggy mouthful of bandanna.
“Shucks!” Royce swore. “Ain't no snakes out this time of day. They won't be out ‘til it starts to cool down this evening. That was probably just some little old Gila monster.”
Gila monster! Oh, I didn't like this! I wanted to be back home in Beverly Hills. I wanted my nice cool swimming pool and my sweet latte’ and my nice silk sheets.
“You stay here awhile and practice some more. I need to get something from my truck,” Royce drawled as he sauntered away from where I was lying on the dirty ground.
And just to show you how new and stupid I was, I believed him. And then I really started to get into it; struggling and rolling around, and straining against those knots. And I think I was just beginning to get the hang of it when I heard a motor start. And then I heard a whole bunch of motors start.
The movie company! They were all driving off, and they were leaving me!
I screamed and screamed into that soggy bandanna, but nobody could hear me over the roar of all of those motors. And then the sound of those motors drifted far, far away and I was left all alone.
All alone out here in the dirt with the Gila monsters and later the snakes and then later the I-don’t-know-what’s and I finally figured out why those coyotes howl so much.Because they're scared, that’s why!
“Ya-ya-ya-Yahoooooo….!”THE END
Bradley Pintelwithe played by Jason
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 05/24/2005
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On the Casting Couch
24 photos; 3:42 video
Model: Finest Young
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/07/2006
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Gag and Spank
22 photos; 4:39 video
The Officer Worker played by Jon Storm
The Intruder played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff
Ropework by Lex
Date of Production: 09/08/2018 -
Hog Tied and Helpless
25 photos; 3:29 video
Model: Jesse Daniles
Photography by Caitiff
Date of production: 10/05/2018 -
The Long XXXX
36 photos; 4:41 video
Model: Rawy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/15/2009 -
XXX -Mas by Caitiff
17 photos; 5:31 video
Mark almost didn’t wake up. It had seemed pointless. Because of their schedules, his family didn’t celebrate Christmas until a week later. and he had already given his presents to his friends. And of course, he didn't’ have work today. Mark was going to spend Christmas alone. Mark got out of his bed. No use whining about it, Mark thought as he went downstairs to fix himself some breakfast and work out. Passing down the hall, he almost missed the “present” his friends had left him last night. Fortunately, it was making quite a lot of noise. “Mmmmmppphh! Mmmmmm!” Mark peered into his living room. It took a while for his brain to register what he saw. There in the living room hopping around was Danny, a guy Mark had had a crush on for ages. Danny had always been way to full of himself to give Mark the time of day. Until now it seemed. Danny looked at Mark with sad puppy dog eyes. He didn't’ say anything. Probably because of the gag that was wedged tightly between his teeth, filling his mouth. Danny’s hands were bound behind his back while his legs were tied together at the ankles and knees. Nearby Mark found a card. It read, “heard you didn’t have plans for today. at least you don't’ have to spend Xmas alone. Love all of your friends. PS, don’t “Unwrap” it. He likes it better this way. Just call us when you are done.” Mark was speechless. He had heard Danny was kinky but he had no idea. But he wasn't’ about to look a gift horse, or a bound and gagged man in the mouth. Mark grabbed Danny and set him on the floor. No use having his new toy hurt himself. Mark then sat back in a chair and watched as Danny rolled and struggled, moaning into his gag. mark’s mind raced over al the things he wanted ot do to Danny’s body. Reaching over to his bound captive, Mark pulled Danny’s shorts down, exposing his ass. Yes, thought Mark, there were lots of things he was going to do today. Danny grunted through his gag. He couldn't’ believe how he had been roped into this, literally. But the guys at the bar had figured out he had been skimming from the register and made a deal, be this guy’s boy toy for as long as it took or get fired and probably go to jail. Danny couldn't’ even remember this guy’s name. He just remembered he came to the bar a lot and was friends with the owner and most of the regulars. But this wasn't’ the kind of guy Danny cared about. Normally he wouldn’t have given him the time of day. And originally Danny had planned on talking his way out of this, holding off any plans this guy had. But that was before he had been tied up and gagged. And he would remain so until whatever was going to happen had happened. Danny struggled as his ass was played with. he jerked when his nipples were squeezed. Then his shorts were pulled down al the way. Danny wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Then Mark put his mouth around Danny’s man hood. Maybe this won’t be so bad, Danny thought. The end Danny played by Jason Starr Photography by Caitiff XXX-Mas Morning Date of Production: 12/11/2007
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Mickey
24 photos
Model: Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/10/2006
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Hung Over by JMZ
30 photos; 7:26 video
He was such a freeloader. He never paid his way and more than once I had to cover his rent. This was getting really old and I needed to let him know that he would have clean up his act or he would have to move out. I figured I would talk to him after work; he was an adult he would understand.
I sat at my desk and waited for the day to end. It had been a long day, and boss rode me about everything. I just wanted to get home throw on some shorts and have an ice cold beer. I even thought of holding off on my talk with Chris, I didn’t need any added stress to this already crappy day. I couldn’t wait for five o’clock to come; I envisioned the couch and the remote. I could taste the beer in my mouth already. The cold suds sliding down my throat making my whole day disappear.
I walked into the house and made my way to my bedroom. I peeled off my suit and socks and walked to the fridge. My eyes glazed over in anger. I could feel a sudden rush of blood to my head. The six pack I had bought the night before was gone. There was only one suspect, and I flew into a rage. I slammed the refrigerator door and made my way to Chris’ room.
There he was passed out on his bed, the last of my beer resting next to him. He never even asked or offered to help pay for them. I went for his wallet and as usual it was empty, I wasn’t going to let this one slide. I went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water to throw on his freeloading ass, but as I passed the utility closet a new idea hit me. I was going to make him pay for those beers one way or another.
I took the rope and headed for him. I pulled off his smelly wife beater and began to use every knot I learned in boy scouts to bind his arms and wrists. I made my way down exposed him. I pulled off his shorts and underwear and began wrapping rope tightly around his balls and thighs. The muscles in his legs tensed and I tied the final knots. I ended with his ankle and feet in strict hogtie. He wasn’t going anywhere.
I looked around his room for something to gag him with, and just as I thought the perverted fuck had a leather gag in his night stand. I always knew he was the kinky type; he had that certain look to him. I placed it in his mouth and secured it behind his head. His eyes began to open slowly exposing his blood shot eyes. He looked around and finally realized his situation. He began to thrash vigorously. He screamed through his sealed lips and gave me a fierce look of anger. “Chris I see you helped yourself to my beer again”, I said. “MMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH”, he said. “You have been taking advantage of me for way too long”, I said. “MMMMPPPPPHHHH”, he said. This was going well. “This is it, from here on end you will have to start taking responsibility, and paying me on time for bills, including your share of the grocery bill”, I said “MMMMPPPHHH”, he said. He thrashed and whimpered sadly. “Also, you owe me for those beers and I expect payment by tonight. Just to make sure I get my money I’m going to take a bit of insurance”, I said. “MMMPPPPHHH”, he said. I took my cell and
began shooting pictures of him. “You have until eight o’clock”, I said. “MMMPPPH”, he said.
At the end of the month he had his full rent and paid his share of the food bill. I sent the pictures out to all our friends anyways, just for kicks He’s looking for a new apartment to move into by the end of the month.
The End
Chris played by Taylor Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/26/2009 -
Bound In Black by Zac
26 photos; 5:43 video
They bound him up tighter and tighter... Jacob couldn't feel his wrists anymore. He tried resisting capture but he was overpowered by two big guys much bigger than he was, and they were amateur wrestlers. Jacob couldn't fight their quick surprise and all the strength he had was useless and XXXX them to wrap more tight ropes around all his pecs biceps and wrists tightly behind his back... they didn't want him getting away any time soon. Jacob sat there while they encircled him up with more thick rope; they seemed to be enjoying this XXXX scene too much!
"OUCH!! That hurts! Stop It NOW!" Jacob yelled when they pulled his arms tighter behind him into the strict bonds. They didn't care enough...
"Cut your cryin' you're tough and can handle this..."
"But I didn't do anything what do you want? I gave you the money already now let me go!" Jacob clenched his body left and right the ropes just kept getting tighter and tighter, and it was getting hard to breathe now..."The hit was to grab and tie you and not let you get away from us, now shut up or we'll make this much tighter than it needs to be."
"The hit? There’s a hit out on me from who? Please let me know I could never have that on me please, I'll give you anymmmmmpPPHHHHH!!!"Suddenly a wet thick cleave was stuffed in the man's mouth which quickly shut out Jacob's worthless pleas; now he was getting no where fast! They threw him to the floor, the ropes around his beefy upper body gave off a sting like never imagined... Jacob gave a loud thick moan for help and tried to loosen the ropes, but his arms were burning with fire inside his triceps as the fully over flexed muscles couldn't slacken against his strict bonds. Jacob moaned repeatedly for mercy but they continued binding his legs using the same tight knots around his knees and ankles.
"There that'll hold him for now, now listen here, any funny business, and we'll just tie you tighter u hear?" Jacob just lay in fear as he now couldn't wiggle a pencil through his ropes if he wanted to.
"MMMpppppphhhuuumppph" Jacob nodded at them and tried to gasp for air; his nose was closing up from all the excitement. As he wiggled around helplessly on the floor he tried finding the most comfortable position to lay in but now all his muscles feel like they were being cut off with a sharp knife. He never imagined being tied up would feel this bad! He struggled a little at a time trying to regain a sense of balance with the bondage but what hard work that was!Moments later the door slammed open and his boss walked in starring at his neatly packaged employee. Huh what's he doing here? Jacob tried rationalizing this in his mind.
"Great, thanks men you packed him well, he's all ready for shipping, take him to the plant and make sure you pack him well. It will be a long ride for him to India hehe..." India, was he kidding me! What the hell is in India, and packing me like I was some piece of meat ready to be slaughtered woah this really bites! Jacob's eyes opened really
wide when they bagged him up into a giant body sack and every bone in his tightly bound muscled body stung like there's no tomorrow!
"MMMPPHPHHHHHH!!! MMHPHPHH"" FUUFMMPH!! MMPPHH!!" No one heard his screams while he lay in the dark. Soon they stuffed him in a wooden crate full of hay and nailed it shut. Jacob was now all alone for who knows how long now, the sweat was pouring off his flesh and was quickly becoming hot and dehydrated. It was a long flight to India and an even longer time until some fresh air hit his nose. All the sounds of the unknown slowly creeped him out while bound up in this dark and cold crate... will the torture ever end?24 hours later the lights came back on and two frail men opened the crate and took him out to be inspected. They were pleased and carted Jacob off to their work. They told him he better behave while on business leave here or he will be outsourced in India forever! A call came from his boss, and the 3 talked...
"Now take good care of him for us, we can't have him around stirring up trouble until the merger is complete. Then you can do whatever with him. We no longer need his service at the company, CLICK...
Jacob played by Dean Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:09/25/2011
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Out of the Way
27 photos; 5:12 video
Model: Mickey O'Shea
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 12/17/2013
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Tangled Up
29 photos; 5:07 video
Model: Chad
Ropework by Slade
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/26/2010 -
XXXX Stud
23 photos; 3:39 video
Moel: Dante
PHOTOGRAPHY; Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/17/2013 -
The Man Black.. Suit by Marty
25 photos; 2:45 video
Darius couldn't have been more thrilled to have landed this new job to see him through college. He was a Criminology major and wanted all the practice he could get. He thought it was a little strange that he'd passed the interview over the phone, but he wasn't about to turn down six hundred bucks a week. So he put on his best black suit and reported to the appointed address to begin his new occupation.
A very mousy guy greeted him at the door, his hands behind his back. Darius had no sooner said, "I'm here for my first work day..." before he was XXXX on the head with a cast-iron frying pan from where the mousy guy had struck him. When he came to, he was bound hand and foot and gagged mightily with a few lengths of white tape, under which his ripe lips had been inescapably packed with cloth, and his head was throbbing with pain. Not to mention his not--unsizeable dick, whicxh was at full salute from the intimidating bondage into which he'd been XXXX against his will. The mousy guy was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a tall beefy guy with a menacing manner stood over him and grinned in seeming glee. "Comfy?" he asked.
Darius tried hard to protest through his gag, but soon saw he was fighting a losing battle.The beefy guy checked the knots in Darius's ropes before laughing deep and hard. "You idiot kids from that college really never know what you're getting into," he said. "The whole bunch of you think you're really starting on the right path. Well, I've got news for you. Over a hundred boys from that school have disappeared and been XXXX into bondage slavery." He caressed Darius's face. 'And you're next. Say goodbye to your life as you know it, boy." He laughed again and started dialing a cellphone. "Yeah, I've got him. Yeah, the one you wanted. From the Criminology department. Really? A hundred grand? Yeah, that sounds fair. OK." He hung up his phone and smiled broadly at his bound-and-gagged victim. "They'll be coming to collect you in a few minutes to begin your new life. In the meantime, I want to have some fun with you. You're owned now."
Darius tried hard to swallow through the wad of cloth that held him silenced, and struggled in the tight ropes. In the meantime, the beefy guy looked menacing and he began to feel up Darius's erect crotch with hunger.The End?
Darius played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/02/2006
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The Case of the Smuggling Sailors by Caitiff
40 photos
Shore leave for Seaman Mark Wolf was almost over. And none too soon as far as he was concerned. Although he hardly loved being cooped up on the ship for weeks on end, ever since his ship had docked in Japan, weird things had been happening.
Mark was certain that boxes of supplies had gone missing and then mysteriously reappeared again. Not that Mark could prove it. When ever he checked the records, the everything seemed in order. But Mark was certain that the supplies hadn't been checked out either. His crew mates who maintained the supplies looked at him like he was crazy whenever he mentioned it. And the entire situation had gotten worse since the USS Kitty Hawk had pulled into port.
It was the last day before the ship went back to sea and Mark was doing inventory as he was scheduled to do. That's when he noticed Petty Officers Smith and Cribbs nosing around, looking in the boxes. They hadn't seen Mark, so he ducked behind a corner and watched as the two men seemed to grab something and walk off!
Not knowing what to do, Mark followed the men as they both left the ship and went into the Navy Base. Mark wasn't an expert as tailing people but he was certain neither man had seen him as they entered a storage building, apparently unused.
Mark snuck into the old building and down into a filthy basement, stopping short when he heard Smith and Cribbs talking to some other men.
"So this is the last of it?" Mark heard one of the unknown men say.
"Yeah, " Replied Cribbs, "We did a switcheroo with the records so no one will even notice this is missing. Especially when it comes back."
"And no one will inspect the boxes? We can't afford having this merchandise discovered!" The first man asked.
"Don't worry! Customs doesn't bother with military ships. Once we get the stuff we took from the supplies back on the ship, no one will be the wiser. You get your drugs and your supplier gets the cash and it all looks like just a routine transfer of supplies."
Oh my God!, thought Mark, Smith and Cribbs and who knew who else were smuggling! He had to get the authorities. Unfortunately, before he could do just that, he was hit on the back of the head by a bottle. Everything exploded in a flash of white, then darkness.
Mark woke up with an incredible headache. He tried to move his hand to feel his throbbing head but he couldn't. He had been trussed up hand to foot! HE could only sit helplessly as his captors, Smith, Cribb, and their accomplices, towered menacingly over him.
"What are we supposed to do with him then? This will ruin everything" One of the accomplices said.
"Relax." Smith said." This guy has been getting in our way too much anyway. We keep him here. The Brass thinks he's gone AWOL and it gives you guys time to get rid of him."
"Why not just pop him right now!?" Another accomplice asked, pulling out an object
"Because we need it to happen after the fleet leaves and things settle down a bit. Then we can get rid of the body. Use that right now and half the base will hear it." Smith explained.
"You won't get away with ..mmmff!" Mark said as a black piece of tape was plastered across his mouth.
"As last words go, you could have done better." Cribbs mocked.
"Haha! Yep. Too bad for him. Now, our hardy boy wannabe will keep until you guys can come back for him. So right now we all mosey out of here and keep to our schedules. You guys can come back when no one is looking. I'd say, in about an hour or two."
Mark, bound and gagged as he was, could only stare as his captors all filed out of the basement.. Realizing this would be his only chance, Mark immediately began working at his bonds. Unfortunately, the ropes had been tied cruelly tight. They bit into his wrists, arms and legs. Mark could already feel the circulation being cut off and his hands going numb.
"Mmmm! Mmmmmm!" Mark grunted as loudly as he could but while a gunshot would be heard by everyone on base, the muffled cries of one tightly tape gagged sailor could not. Help wouldn't be coming. Mark would have to get out of this on his own!
He renewed his efforts to undo the knots. But he had been tied up by sailors and sailors knew how to tie a knot if they knew anything. The few knots Mark could reach with his fingers stayed tight and secure. And with the lack of circulation, Mark's hands would soon grow too numb to be of any use. If he didn't get out in the next few minutes, his hands would be too weak to get him out at all!
To make matters even worse, the basement of the building obviously hadn't been used in years and covered in dust. The dirt got all over Mark's clothes and into his nostrils. Unable to effectively cough because of the gag, Mark worried he may simply suffocate and save the smugglers the trouble of killing him themselves.
The dust also made him feel grimy, which wasn't much of a concern considering his current dangerous predicament. But the combination of the dirt along with the heat made Mark begin to sweat. Large rivulets of perspiration began trickling down Mark's face and body. Sweat stung his eyes, making it hard to see as well.
Damn! Why does this all this have to happen to me?, Mark thought but then realized. The sweat was more then a nuisance. It also as making his hands and arms slick. Maybe slick enough to slip out of the bonds that held him!
Mark didn't know how much tie he had left so he put all his remaining energy into his last chance to get free. His wrists were being rubbed raw as Mark moved his hands back and forth, trying to get some slack in the ropes. If only...
At last, Mark felt one of the loops of rope around his wrist go over his hands, then another and another! After what seemed like an eternity, Mark's hands were free!
Not even sparing a moment to get the feeling in his hands back, Mark immediately began untying the rest of his bound body. While doing so, Mark kept an eye on the stairs for his captors return.
Though it stung his face, Mark was relieved when he peeled the tape off his mouth. He let out a great coughing fit, clearing the dust from his lungs.
It took a great while for Mark to finally get free because his hands had still not gotten their feeling back. Mark jumped at every sound, certain the smugglers had returned before he was free. But eventually Mark did free himself completely of his bindings. Not sparing a moment, Mark picked himself up and ran to the authorities.
Cribbs and Smith were arrested along with their smuggling buddies while Mark was given a medal of commendation. And a transfer off of the ship.
The End
Seaman Mark Wolf played by Mark Wolf
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/17/2001
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Pay Up
28 photos; 5:01 video
BoundGuy played by Nick Armor
Bad Guy played by Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:09/26/2018 -
My New Thing
32 photos; 3:19 video
Newbie played by Derek
Dom played by Slade
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:02/16/2013 -
Office Boi by IBrett
33 photos; 5:57 video
Jordan had been working nonstop. He was extremely tired but he had to finish these last couple of reports before he could go to XXXX. He was working from home today so luckily he wouldn't have to drive in the dark. He went to loosen his tie a bit when suddenly something happened.
All of a sudden, a large hand clamped over his mouth. He had no idea what was happening. He struggled and tried to pry the hand off of him. It was no use. He was too strong. Jordan kicked from his chair but failed as something came crashing upon his head...and he was XXXX out cold.
When Jordan woke up. His vision was blurred a bit but he started to focus more. He tried to get up but realized his wrists were tied together behind him on a chair as his mouth was taped too. He began moaning for help, still trying to focus on what was going on. His head hurt as well.
Suddenly a man was in front of him. He was the captor. He had a black ski mask on so Jordan couldn't identify him. He grabbed Jordans tie and pulled him close. He said "You've been cheating on those reports haven't you Jordan?"
Jordan shook his head and pleaded to be let go. The man covered Jordans mouth and said "I don't think I told you to talk. Shut the hell up" he said. He pulled Jordan up and off the chair after putting a thick strip of silver duct tape over his eyes.
The masked intruder began tying up Jordans ankles and legs tightly. Jordan tried to struggle out of his captors bonds, but it was no use. The room was silent for awhile. Jordan wondered if his captor had left.
Jordan knew if he was going to escape, this was the time. He tried to wriggle out of the ropes. He struggled as much as he could as he thrashed about on the floor. Finally! One hand got loose. He worked on the other hand. He pulled the tape off his eyes and began untying himself as quickly as he could. He didn't know if the captor was still in the house or not. Little did he know, his captor was just outside of the room...waiting.Model:Chad
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:02/27/2013 -
NYPD
31 photos
Tom Corcoran scowled as he looked at the broken lock on his front. Crap! He had just finished working a double shift and had been looking forward to stripping out of his uniform and crashing. Now it looked as if some piece of shit had broken into his house. He put his hand on XXXX. The said POS had better not still be in the house – if so, the POS was going to be really, really sorry. Tom had had a bad day, and he was in no mood to be in his Officer of the Month mode. If he caught the POS in his house, he was going to beat the living daylights out of him.
Tom pushed the door further ajar and hit the light switch. Hmm, at least the place hadn’t been trashed. In fact, everything looked to be in its proper place. Maybe someone or something had scared off the POS. Of course, it was possible that the POS was still in the house. Tom wasn’t going to let down his guard yet. That was the way to get killed or injured. He moved cautiously into the living room. No one here. Next he would check the…
“Hey, Officer. Over here!”
“Huh, what the….AAAAGGGHHHH!”
Steve looked down at the supine officer. This guy was really hot stuff. Steve had been stalking him for quite some time now, but he hadn’t really got to close to the cop. Now that Officer Corcoran was lying unconscious at his feet, he was able to get a really good view of the studly cop. Damn, but this was going to be good. He felt the familiar stirring in his loins. He could barely contain himself, but first things first. He was going to relieve the cop of that overcoat – Steve wanted it for himself, to go along with the rest of the gear. Thank God that Corcoran had come home in uniform; it would save Steve the trouble of getting him dressed up.
Steve had worked up a sweat by the time he had relieved Tom of his overcoat, cuffed his wrists behind him and hauled over to the couch. Damn it, Corcoran was one hot piece of cop meat. Steve was drooling at the thought of getting a taste of him. But he wasn’t quite ready to start – not yet. He needed to make sure that his officer captive wasn’t going to go anywhere.
Steve looked down at his handiwork. The white ropes looking really hot against Officer Corcoran’s navy blue uniform trousers. There was one final touch that would make the picture perfect, but Steve wanted to wait until the cop regained consciousness before he added it. Good, the cop was starting to moan. NOW it was just about time to add that final exciting arousing touch.
“What the fuck do you think …GGGMMAAAHHGETMOFFMMEE!!”
Steve was shuddering with arousal as he sat on the cop’s lap and shoved the knotted bandanna between his teeth. Oh yeah, this was so hot. Listening to the cop yell and curse through the bandanna gag was a major turn on for Steve. He was making a fair amount of noise, but Steve was the only one who could hear him.
“GGUMPIECEMMSHITGOOMINMBIGMMTROUBLE! GGIMMACOP!”
“Of course you’re a cop, Officer Corcoran. Why do you think I broke into your house and tied you up? I only do this with cops. “
“GGGMMUMEAN? MMONLYMMCOPS?”
“Don’t worry, Officer Corcoran. You’ll find out soon enough. Just give me a few minutes while I get prepared. Everything will have to be just right for this to work properly.”
Tom took a deep breath. This guy didn’t look like your normal house-breaking POS. He looked like…a normal, clean-cut middle-class guy. Tom searched his mind, trying to think if he had ever read about a gang of clean-cut middle-class guys who specialized in terrorizing cops. Some gangs demanded that a cop be murdered as part of the initiation to the gang – could this be some bizarre variation on that theme. He growled and started to rear up from the couch.
“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you, Officer Corcoran. I’m not inclined to mess up that handsome face of yours, but I will if I have to. A couple of smacks with this would do some heavy duty damage, don’t you think?”
This guy wasn’t quite as normal-looking as he had first appeared. He had a manic glitter in his eyes, and his face was all flushed and sweaty. Tom wondered what precisely was supposed to work properly. He didn’t want to find out. Good, he was leaving the room to prepare himself, whatever that meant. Now was Tom’s chance to escape. He calculated the distance from the couch to the front door. He had often wished that he could afford a bigger house, but this was one time that he was glad that he had a small living room. Tom was proud of his physique, especially his powerful legs. It would be a cinch for him to propel himself off the couch and hop to the front door. It should only take him a couple of minutes, and the thick rug on the floor should muffle any sound that he would make.So far, so good. It had taken him only one powerful surge to get to his feet. He took a tentative hop. All of the rigorous training that he had been through, plus his workouts at the gym were paying off. Yeah, he could do this. He was having any problems maintaining his balance, even with his ankles and knees tied. One hop, two hops, three hops…
“Oh good, Officer Corcoran, I thought that you would try to escape. This makes it all more exciting. It is almost as if you could read my mind. Now, let’s see how you look on your knees. Oh fuck, yeah, there are few things hotter than a hot cop on his knees in front of me. But – I like cops looking like this, too.”
Tom grunted as the POS planted a foot in the middle of his chest and shoved him backwards onto the floor. Damn, but that hurt. The cuffs were tearing into his wrists. Tom wasn’t able to stifle the moan of pain. And what the hell was this guy doing wearing one of Tom’s uniforms?
“Oh God, that is so hot, listening to a cop moan through a gag. You really are performing very well, Officer Corcoran. But, I think that I want a little more struggling on your part. Come on, Officer. Put on a show for me!”
“MMUGGGHMMMOUCH! GGGSHTOP!”
“Oh come on, Officer. Don’t be such a sissy. I know you cops go through a lot worse than this. I’m barely touching you. Don’t stop now, you were doing so well. I really don’t want to have kick you any harder. These are just nudges, really. “
What the hell was this guy up to? Why did he want Tom to struggle and moan? Tom was really getting pissed off. He started struggling in earnest against the ropes and cuffs. He was going to paste this guy to the floor when he got free.
“Oh God, that’s good. Almost good enough, but…let’s make this more interesting.”
“GGGMMMNOOO! GGMFUCKMDOING! MMMNOOO!”
Oh shit, this guy was a pervert. Tom couldn’t ignore the bulge in the stolen uniform trousers, and the spreading wet spot in the groin. The POS was getting turned on by Tom’s struggles. Tom writhed futilely as he tied up even more tightly, and more awkwardly. He could hardly breathe with the rope around his neck.
Steve was panting and dripping with sweat. This was almost perfect so far. The cop looked so fucking hot all tied up and gagged and struggling. It was time for him to start seriously enjoying himself. He struggled with the zipper on the borrowed uniform trousers. Oh, this was bliss. The cop was struggling even more frantically as he watched Steve pull out his engorged member. Ha, Corcoran was probably ready to have a stroke right now. Too bad, because it was time for Steve to indulge in a little stroking of his own.
Oh Jesus, no! He was going to be XXXXd! The sick pervert was going to violate Tom’s tight virgin cop ass and going to plug Tom’s cop throat with his dripping tool – unless Tom could save himself! Tom shrieked through his gag and renewed his frantic struggles to free himself.
Steve was getting closer and closer to the brink. The cops always acted this way. Thank God they were so predictable. It was this final panic-stricken fight to get free that Steve needed. He was just about ready…oh God, yes, yes, YES!
“Thanks for the show, Officer, and thanks for the uniform. I hope that you don’t mind if I relieve you of that rather fetching hat, and your badge. I need them to complete the uniform. My collection is growing by leaps and bounds. Bye now.”
Tom heaved a sigh of relief. He had been spared violation, but… how was he going to free himself? He was feeling an odd hardness in his own groin, that was just crying out to be released.The End
OfficerTom Corcoran played by Todd
Photography by Caitiff
This story is a work of fiction and not meant to advocate or instruct in any illegal activity.
Date of Production: 12/18/2005
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Short Butt Sweet
32 photos; 0:40 video
Model: Neil
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/21/2007
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Search and Seizure
12 photos; 4:35 video
Bound Guy played by Dean
Evil Cop played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/15/2018 -
Too Far Away by Nick 007
32 photos; 8:29 video
Cont'd from "On Ice"
It had been weeks since Rex's little mistake that almost cost him his life. He was hired by the Mayor to track down and gather evidence against notorious crime boss, Mister X. He received a trip from anonymous tip and went to meet the contact. He fell into an obvious trap and was XXXX.
While tied up, Rex discovered that his XXXX was none other than the mayor himself. Unfortunately he never found out why the mayor himself hired Rex to find evidence on on his alter ego, because he was able to free himself and escape.
Rex was laying low for a couple of weeks and gathered as much info as he could. He wasn't going to be fooled twice. He was going to be more careful this time. So when the time was finally right, he made a phone call. “Yeah dude. You ready to do this?” Rex said over the phone. He continued the conversation for twenty minutes, then hung up the phone.
Rex got changed and got ready. He left his apartment to go settle the score. He drove to the place where he was kept captive. Rex knew this was the best place to start looking for clues. He pulled out his XXXX and went to the back door. Silently, he crept up to the back door. It was, surprisingly, unlocked. So he slowly opened the door and stepped inside.
As he crept through the house he could tell that no one was home. “That's good.” he thought. “Now I can snoop in private.” Rex found a room with a desk and some file cabinets in it. The perfect place to find some hard evidence against the Mayor. Just when he started to go through the papers on the desk, he was hit on the back of the head with a blunt object. Rex fell to the ground with a thud.
When Rex awoke he, once again, was tied up and blindfolded. His hands were tied behind his back, but his feet weren't tied. Before he could even think about running away, he felt a hand cover his mouth while another hand grabbed him from behind. Rex struggled to get away but to no avail. He felt a long piece of cloth slide between his lips and go behind his head, gagging him. He could hear his captor walk away then come back. Rope was being coiled around his ankles and just below the knees. More rope was added around his chest, effectively tying him to the chair.
He could hear the footsteps walk away again. Rex struggled against the ropes trying to get out. This only made the ropes tighter on his chest. The ropes dug into his muscles. What Rex didn't know is that his captor was still in the room, enjoying the view. This was now the second time he caught the allusive wild detective.
As much as he was enjoying the show, it was time to get down to business. He walked over to Rex and lowered his blindfold. Rex's vision slowly came into focus to reveal, not to his surprise, the Mayor.
“Now, now, now. Let's not start this off with such aggression.” the Mayor said snidely. Rex yelled through the gag trying to get the attention of anyone around. The Mayor walked behind Rex and added another gag over the existing gag. Still Rex yelled. “Hmm not quite there on the volume.” the Mayor said as he pulled out a roll of duct tape and wrapped it around Rex's head. The noise coming out of Rex's mouth was barely audible.
“Much better. Now you just sit there while I go make the bedroom ready to keep you restrained.” the Mayor said. Rex tried to kick him but the ropes kept him at bay. The Mayor gave him the finger as we walked to the other room.
Rex began struggling harder and harder against the ropes. The chair had wheels on it, so he began to rock back and forth trying to get to the window. He brushed his head against the blinds trying to see if he could signal anybody, but it was dark out and no one was around in site. He worked on getting the gag out of his mouth and finally succeeded. “I am going to kick your ass when I get out of here.” Rex said. He began rocking back and forth again trying to get to the desk. He had to find something to cut these ropes with.
He finally made his way over to the desk and looked around. The closest to the edge was his wallet with a chain attached. The psycho took his wallet when he was XXXX out. He began to wonder what else the Mayor did to him, as he reached for the wallet. It wasn’t easy, but he was able to move the wallet to the edge and get it into his hands. He tried to rub the chain against the ropes when he accidentally dropped it.
Rex groaned. However that’s when he saw the scissors on the desk. “That's perfect.” he thought. He tried to reach for the scissors. “It's so far away!” he cried and chuckled because of his own predicament. Using his new found freedom from the gag, he used his mouth to move the newspaper and get the scissors closer until he finally got the scissors into his lap. He maneuvered the scissors, with his legs, into a position so that he cut the ropes on his thighs.
Rex had been so busy that he didn't notice the Mayor come up behind him and hand gag him. The Mayor grabbed the scissors from Rex's lap and held it to his next. Rex sat still, worried for his life.
The Mayor slowly removed his hand and walked to the corner of the room.
“Why are you doing this?” Rex asked. “Why did you hire me to find evidence on yourself?”
“Oh where do I begin?” the Mayor started. “Well you, sir, have been putting away too many of my colleagues. So I devised a plan to XXXX you and sell you to the highest bidder. You made an awful lot of enemies. Enemies that want you dead. At least that was the original plan. Then you had to go and escape.”
“So this is all because I got too good at my job?” Rex asked.
“Exactly. Well, apparently, you didn't get good enough. I caught you twice now.” the Mayor gloated.
“But how did you know I would come here?”
“You know that friend you called earlier today? Your friend on the force? I have half the police force on my payroll. Especially the chief of police.” the Mayor said with an evil grin. “Your friend works for me.”
“I don't believe it. He was my best friend!” Rex expressed. “Wait, you mentioned that was the original plan. Whats the plan now?”
“Hmmm, well after seeing you tied up for the second time, I have to admit that I like what I see. So I'm going to keep you. And the bed is ready now, so I'll just wheel you over there and get you all situated the way I want you.”
SLAM!!! The front door busted open and four SWAT members came rushing through. “DOWN! DOWN! DOWN!” They pointed their assault rifles at the Mayor and he did as he was told. He was quickly handcuffed while Rex was being untied by a member of the SWAT team.
“This was a sting operation?” The Mayor asked angrily.
“I knew you couldn't resist gloating. So I let myself be captured. I was the bait. By the way, my friend doesn't work for you. He's been working undercover to take you down.” Rex explained. “And now that you've confessed your misdeeds, I finally have enough to take you down.”
“Good luck getting it stick. I'm not talking.”
“I don't need you to talk anymore. I got it all on tape.” “How? I searched you thoroughly.” the Mayor asked.Rex stood up, newly freed from his bondage, and reached into his pants and pulled out a microphone. “Not thoroughly enough apparently. Had it in my crotch the whole time. That's how the Swat team knew when to rush in. Now get him out of here.” The Swat members dragged the Mayor away. “Well that's case closed. Now that the Mayor is
going to be incarcerated, I can look through all these files and find all the crooked police officers and take them out as well. Onto the next case.”
Case Closed.
Rex played by: Himself
The Mayor played by: Nick007
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:03/04/2013 -
Silence is Golden by Caitiff
25 photos; 5:16 video
Whump Whump Thwup TWUMP! Tony tried muffling the sound of the music with his pillow but it didn't’ work at all. The noise from upstairs drove through the ceiling and into Tony’s head like a drill.
Every night Tony’s neighbours upstairs blasted loud music from above to the wee hours of the morning. Finally Tony had had enough. He got up from his bed, grabbed some tape on his table and rushed upstairs.
Tony didn't even stop to think how crazy he was acting. He was far too angry and tired. He XXXX on his neighbour Julio’s door. As soon as the much smaller Julio opened his door, Tony was upon him. Poor Julio never had a chance.
Julio soon found his hands taped tightly behind his back.
“Hey! Stop that ..MMMPPH!”, Julio’s words were cut off as Tony wedged a dirty cloth between his teeth. Julio’s eyes flashed anger over the gag.
Not satisfied, Tony soon cocooned Julio in more tape. Julio had never seen so much tape and not it was constraining him tightly. To make sure that the gag stayed in his captive’s mouth, Tony wrapped more tape around poor Julio’s mouth. Faint whines was all that could escape from behind the tight gag. It was a lot more enjoyable the horrible music Julio had been playing only a little while before.
“Now what should we do with you?”, Tony said to his hostage. But before he could think of anything, Tony heard the door open. Mike, Julio’s boyfriend, was home.
Tony was already well hidden in the back bedroom before Mike could see him. Instead he saw Julio wrapped up in tape and gagged, sitting in the living room.
“What the hell is this?”, Mike stood dumbfounded. Julio desperately tried to warn him as Tony snuck up from behind. However, Julio could not make his words come out through the gag.
“Gotcha!”, Tony said as he grabbed Mike and held him fast. Mike struggled but he was no match for the much bigger and beefier Tony.
Having already gotten his technique down with Julio, Tony had Mike bound and gagged in to time. Just like with Julio, Mike had his hands bound behind his back with tape. Then a bandanna was shoved into his mouth with more tape sealing it in.
Tony was not done however. He still had a lot more tape and it wasn’t as if his two captives were going anywhere.
Layer after layer of duct tape was soon covering the two men, binding them together into a nice neat little package.
Tony was now satisfied. The music was off and his neighbours were more quiet then they had ever been before.
“Ok So I am going now. You two stay nice and quiet or else I may just come back up here.”, Tony twirled his still rather large roll of tape. “I have a lot more where this came from!”
Tony then left to finally get some XXXX. Julio and Mike meanwhile could only watch in silence. For them it would be a long and uncomfortable night.
The End
Mike played by Cliff
Julio played by JMZ T
ony played by Craig
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 04/10/2010
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Stake Out by Fidelis
30 photos
Thank God, Charlie thought, the bozo was finally leaving. His legs were getting numb from sitting in the car for so long, and he was getting really tired of pissing into a bottle. Surveillance sucked, but it was part of the job, and he had bills that needed to be paid. This assignment was proving to be a little more interesting than he had initially thought it would be. Interesting, but a bit scary too. This guy was up to some creepy stuff, more than just stealing secrets from Alphamax Corporation. He had some really weird friends - friends who belonged to some nasty, violent fringe groups. Once he had realized whom he was dealing with, he had been particularly careful – he even had back up this time. He was itching to get into Russell Franklin’s house, but he decided to wait just a few more minutes. He knew that he could be in all kinds of trouble if he got caught. Franklin was dangerous, and the if the cops caught him….he could lose his license.
Ugh, but he was stiff. Charlie stretched a bit, looking around him to make sure that no one was observing his actions. The street was quiet; he had made sure that he parked as far away from the streetlights as was possible. Now seemed to be a good time to make his move. Crouching down, shielded by the hedge, he made his way down the side of the house to the back door. He waited for a few minutes. He didn’t hear anything. Now for the hard part. He was pretty certain Franklin didn’t have an alarm system, but having to come to know this guy, and the scary group that he hung out with, it was possible that the door had some kind of booby trap. Plus, his lock-picking skills were a little rusty. It had been awhile since he had to do this.
Aha, he was in! Charlie looked around the kitchen; this probably wasn’t the best place to start looking for information. Turning on his flashlight, he made his way further into the house. Hmm, this chest of drawers looked interesting; Franklin must have left in hurry- papers were strewn all over the floor in front of the chest. Charlie picked one up. HOLY SHIT! This stuff was red-hot! He had to call the FBI, the CIA, the…Charlie’s mind went blank as he thought of other agencies he should inform. This stuff was way out of his league. He would just take a few pics of this documentation and…he felt an explosion of pain in his head and everything went black.
"Wake up, you stupid dick. Wake up."
"Whhhattt?" Damn, it hurt, What had happened. Before the fog had cleared someone grabbed his head and shook it. Oh shit, it felt as if his head was going to fall off. He tried to focus his eyes. Ooops, he was in BIG trouble. Russell Franklin stood in front of him, smirking. Charlie tried to get up, and then realized that he was tied to a chair.
"You pissant little…MMMPHHHH!" Franklin slapped a hand over Charlie’s mouth, and squeezed his cheeks, tight.
"Gee, it looks like Mr. Big Shot Private Dick isn’t as smart as he thinks he is. Do you think that I’ve got this far without recognizing a tail when I see one? You’re in big trouble, mister, bigger trouble than you’ve ever been in so far in your life. Just you wait."
Franklin removed his hand, and left the office. Charlie yelled at him. "You won’t get away with this, you creep. People know where I am, they’ll be here any minute!"
"Why don’t you shut your big mouth, big boy? I suppose that I’ll have to do something about it, won’t I? "
He was helpless to stop Franklin from shoving a balled up rag into his mouth. Before he could spit it out a bandanna was tied around his mouth.
"MMMPHHH! GGGMMMSITALLMMOVER! MMMIGHTMMASMMWELLMMGIVEMUP!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure, big boy. I’m really afraid. You have got a big mouth, haven’t you? I think you need a little something else to keep you quiet. Hmm, this should do the trick."
"MMMNOOO! GGGMMHEELLLPPPPP!" Charlie whipped his head from side to side, but bound as he was, it was easy for Franklin to wrap length after length of wide red tape around his mouth.
"There, that should keep you quiet for a while. Now, I must say you have messed things up just a bit. I wasn’t quite ready to make move, not just yet. However, I will just pack up things, and I’ll be out of here in a jiffy. But first, I have a little present for you. How do you like it?""MMMCHRISTMNOO! GGMMCANTMMBESERIOUSH!"
"Oh,yeah, I’m deadly serious. There are lots more where this came from. Fifteen minutes after I’m out of here, you’re going to be history. Little bits of you will be scattered all over the block."
Charlie was XXXX to sit in helpless silence as Franklin stuffed documents into a duffel bag. When he had finished, he sauntered over to the chair.
"It’s time to say good bye. Let me fix this timer. Yep, that looks good. I wish that I could stick around and be here at the end, but I’ve got friends waiting for me. Bye bye big guy."Charlie struggled frantically against his ropes. Damn, there was no way he was going to be able to get himself free in 15 minutes. His hand brushed the jacket of his suit pocket. His cell phone! What a moron he was. In his panic, he had forgotten that he had told his partner what he was doing. If he could only get the phone out…….
Charlie had no idea how much time had passed. He had finally managed to get a couple of fingers into his pocket, just far enough in to grasp his phone, but the damn thing kept on slipping out of his grasp. Finally, he managed to pull it out of his pocket. Please, please, don’t let me drop it, he prayed. Now, all he had to do was hit speed dial. Yes, it was ringing. Pick up, goddamn you, PICK UP!"
"Hey, Charlie, how’s the stake out going on? You need any help?"
"GGGGMMMYEEEEESSSSSHHHH! MMMHEEEELLLLPPPPPP!"
"Charlie, hey Charlie, you there/"
"GGGMMYEEEEESSSSSS! GGGMMMGETMMURMASSMOVERHERE!"
"Charlie? Charlie? What’s going on?"
The phone slipped out of Charlie’s sweaty hand. Oh shit, now he was really screwed. He kept on yelling through his gag, jerking around in the chair, trying to get loose. Things weren’t supposed to end this way. He didn’t want to be blown up into little bits. He wanted the end to come peacefully, with a cigar in one hand, and a glass of brandy in the other. Preferably when he was about a hundred years old. He was too young to die!
The back door swung open.
"Hey, Charlie, I hope that I’m not screwing things up, but you sounded…HOLY SHIT! What’s that!"
Charlie slumped in the chair as his partner snatched up the bomb and disconnected the timer. He was going to nail that Franklin bastard, and then he was going to make Martin a full partner!THE END
Charlie played by John
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 01/20/2004
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Jockies
24 photos; 4:38 video
Model: Matthew
Photography by Caitiff
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Date of Production: 04/21/2008
