Jockies

24 photos; 4:38 video

Super in Peril

25 photos; 5:17 video

The Super played by Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/05/2018

Runner Boi

26 photos; 4:25 video

The Runner played by Rick
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Productive: 04/11/2018

Laid Back

26 photos; 4:49 video

Model: Dante
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/03/2012

Mugged by Kirk

24 photos; 1:08 video

             Two hundred and fifty channels and not one show with a dude tied up!  Jesse was pissed.  It was a hot, humid day and Jesse was alone at home.  He had stripped down to his boxers and pumped up the a/c.  “Maybe I’ll catch some tie up fun on TV,” he thought.  He began flipping.  Sci-Fi - …”those dudes on Battlestar Galactica would look great in ropes, captured by the Zylons,” he thought.  Nothing.  Game show channel.   The History Channel.  “Civil War --- did they not capture dudes and rope them good?”  Nothing.  YES Network!  “Damm, Jorge Posada of the New York Yankees would look great all tied up and held for ransom!”  FLIP.  FLIP.  FLIP.  Nothing.  As Jesse was daydreaming and using his hand well, he figured he punch in a DVD.  “Cool video called-  “Teenage Caveman.  Kid gets nicely ropes and left to suffer under the hot sun.  Lots of sweat and struggle.”  Jesse just put the DVD in the player when….
 
            POWER OUT.   “Damm, another fuckin rolling blackout,” Jesse thought.  Too much power used on these hot days.  He got up and opened the windows and the front door, letting the hot air come through the screen.  Laying back on the couch, he felt himself begin to seat.  He began to conjure up a scenario in his head:  “It would be fucking great if one day I got mugged, taken somewhere, and was all tied up and gagged well.  He could feel his body excite at the thought and began to move his hand to work, when…..
 

            It was no dream!  “Don’t move !’  Jesse’s eyes widened .

“What do you want? Jesse whimpered, his heart pounding so hard in his chest he thought it would pop out of his skin.  “What, your stuff jackass.  Money, electronics.  Could not give a shit about you.”  “You loose- there is an alarm in this house!” Jesse exclaimed.  “Power out idiot!  Remember.”  Jesse was XXXX to his knees and his arms were pulled behind his back.  Soon he felt clothesline rope binding his crossed wrists, tightly cutting off the circulation.  “You’ll never get away with this…. We have battery backup on the camera….”  A rag was shoved down Jesse’s through gagging him, and a slice of silver duct taped was plastered over his mouth.  “Have no time for your little chit chat,” his mugger said as he pulled Jesse’s wrists and checked his ropes.  “Now gotta get those cute legs of yours.”  Jesse mpffed in his gag as his legs were pulled out from under him, and his feet crossed at the ankles and tied off.  “Now your knees kid.” Jesse felt his heart racing and the sweat beginning to pour as the mugger roped his knees.  He sat back in a chair and admired his handiwork. 
 
            Jesse struggled at bit and moaned but soon realized that this guy was good at typing up a man.  “Must have done it before, Jesse thought.”  “Fuckin budge in your pants boy?   You like this, yeah?” 
  He was helpless, all tied up, in his boxers, and his captor say his hard dick under his shorts.  “Well glad to make your day.  Now, lets see…”
 
            Jesse watched helplessly as the mugger took his dvd, flatscreen, laptop, ipod, every electric device in the house.  He tugged at the bindings, ‘…not yet boy.  You can get free when I leave.”  Jesse tuned on the floor, belly down, and just watched helplessly.  “The cameras have a batter backup Jesse thought.  At least they would get his face.”  He finally finished.  “Want you to be comfortable.  It will take you some time to break free.”  He was lifted up and put back on the couch, a pillow under his head.  “Have a nice day.”  Just one last thing.  The mugger hogtied Jesse. Then, he mugger left.
 
            Jesse looked up and could see the button camera.  He began to struggle and roll off the couch.  He moved his body so that he was right under the camera.  He realized that the ropes were slipping off his wrists.  But he did not want them to come free.  He kept rolling and mpffing on the floor, enjoying every second of his bondage plight.
 
            Two weeks latter the police returned the video of the robbery and mugging.  Jesse, using his new equipment, made it into a DVD.  And at night, he would turn it on, and fast forward to his escape maneuvers, and …….

Beer and Bondage by Caitiff

32 photos

"You are so lame!" Tony sneered at Justin's latest boast.

"Well, you're full of shit!" Ted replied.

Meanwhile, everybody else at the party groaned. Tony and Justin were room mates and threw the best parties on campus. But when they got a little beer in them, they both had to turn everything into a pissing contest. At first it was cute but after several hours, it was begining to be a drag.

"Ok, I'll prove I can out drink you!" Justin blurted out.

"Hah!" Tony retorted as he accepted the challenge.

"Great. Here we go again." Danny, one of the guests said under his breath.

Fred, another friend and guest of Larry and Ted, leaned over to Danny, "Don't worry, I think this will help liven up the party!"

 Danny didn't know what Fred meant but soon forgot about it as everybody watched Larry and Ted drink beer after beer after beer after beer.... Before too long almost every flat surface in the room was covered by beer bottles. And soon after, both Tony and Justin were fast aXXXX.

"Ok," Fred said as Larry snored loudly and pulled out a roll of duct tape, "Now to get this party started!"

Justin was having a really weird dream. In it, he had been wrapped up like a catapiller. But this leaf kept slapping him in the face. He tried to move the leaf but his hands were wrapped up by his cocoon. Did catapillers even have hands? Little did he realize Tony right next to him was having a similar dream.

 Ted woke up groggily. His head was pounding but he was expecting that. After drinking all that beer, of course he would have a hang over. What he didn't expect was not being to move his hands or feet!

 "Mmmmm!" Justin let out a low, angry moan as his blurry vision finally focused on his friends Fred, Danny and the rest grinning at him. Justin also noticed Larry, who was tied up with tape around his hands and legs just like he was. Tony had a pitiful look on his face as he gave small moans through the tape gag that covered his mouth. Justin noticed he was also similarly gagged. Angrily, Justin glared at his so called "friends".

"Well, you guys always wanted to know who was better at stuff. " Fred smirked evilly at his tape bound captives. 'Now's your chance. Let's see who can get free first!"

 "Mmm meee mmmmppho!" Justin grunted, not that his words made any sense.

Fred held a beer bottle up to Justin's nose. Hung over, the brew smelled rancid. Justin fought the urge to heave. he sure as hell didn't want to start vomiting while he was gagged.

"First one out gets a beer. Though if neither of you gets free, then we take it all for ourselves!"

 That basterd! Everybody knew how much Justin loved his beer! He was willing to share for parties but no one was going to take all of his beer! Tony seemed to concur because both young men began wiggling frantically trying to loosen the tape that bound them.

 Tony put his back to Justin and stuck out his hands. "Mmmm mmm!" He grunted.

Just was about to do as Tony asked and try to untie him , then stopped himself. If Tony got free first, he got to keep Justin's beer! And Justin knew he would. Justin shook his head no, then stood up on his bound legs and stuck his bound hands at Tony. "Mmmee mmphrrss!"

 "Mmuuhh muhh! Mmmee mmphrss!" Tony replied through his gag, confirming in Justin's mind that Tony was planning on taking Justin's beer for himself!

Justin started hopping up and down as both men grunted to be untied first by the other. Justin got so pissed that he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

 Meanwhile. everybody else was enjoying the show. Though Justin and Tony were great guys normally, they could be real assholes when it came to beer for some reason. It was nice seeing them get a little payback for a change.

Tony must have wanted a little payback too because he stood up and started grunting in a suspiciously gloating way. Though just as tied up and gagged as his room mate, Tony seemed to be enjoying Justin's predicament. Little did the others know that usually it was Tony who was the one who got tied up by Justin. Tony liked seeing Justin on the other end for a change.

 Unfortunately, Tony's gloating didn't last long. Justin swung out his legs, catching Tony's and making him loose his balance. Both young men were now on the ground, rolling and grunting loudly.

 Watching them, the others couldn't be sure if the room mates were fighting or trying to make out. Both Justin and Tony rolled around as much as their bondage allowed and grunted at each other loudly through their gags. Each trying to get on top of the other in some kind of weird bound and gagged wrestling match.

 "Uhhh, maybe we should make sure they don't hurt each other" Danny suggested, noticing how brutal the competition was getting. While Tony head butted Justin in the chest, Justin was pressing his body firmly down on Tony. The others agreed that maybe it was getting a little rough and soon the room mates found themselves taped back to back on the floor.

 While the rest of the partiers played cards, Tony and Justin at bound and gagged. Each gave out long "Mmmmpphs!" to be let free. Justin was even ready to give them the beer if they would just untie him. But nobody was listening. Everybody else pretty much pretended like the bound and gagged young men weren't even there.

Finally realizing that neither was going to get free on his own, Tony and Justin began picking at the tape binding the other's wrists. Unfortunately they soon realized a problem with being tied up with duct tape. There were no knots to undo. Try as they might, neither could find where the tape began to even try to unwrap it. It was too many layers to simply tear. And to make it even worse, all the struggling each had done had twisted the tape until it hard, unbreakable strands. Helpless, they could only stare at each other. Even though they were both gagged, the look each gave the other made it clear they both knew how royally screwed they were.

 Hours later and Tony and Justin were still no where close to getting loose. Most of the other partiers either had gone home of had crashed in the bed rooms, confident that their hosts wouldn't be using the beds that night. Fred was the last one to go to bed. He played around with the tape, taping his victim's heads together for fun. But with it nearly morning, even Fred was beginning to get tired. as one last joke, he covered his captive hosts' heads with an empty beer box and then went to XXXX, confident they would be free when he woke up. They would probably even have a little revenge planned for him. But that didn't worry Fred. He was a good sport and if they wanted to tie him up as a little revenge, he was man enough to take it.

 Later that after noon, Fred finally woke up and checked on his bound and gagged hosts. Though they had managed to get free from the tape binding them to each other, neither had yet managed to undo the tape binding thier wrists, legs or mouths. Both young men looked exhausted though not as miserable as Fred thought they might have. Staring at his friends as they continued to try to free themselves, Fred considered getting a knife from the kitchen and finally letting them go.

 They don't seem that bad off, Fred thought as he watched the pair wiggle on top of each other's bound bodies, I guess I can let them go on a little while longer.

Tape gagged, neither Justin nor Tony could really argue.

The End

Justin played by Justin

Tony played by Jason

Photography by Caitiff

05/27/2002

Tuck and Roll

27 photos; 3:16 video

Foot Balled

22 photos; 5:05 video

Foot Ball Player played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: Date of Production: 08/21/2009

Next Day Service by Soft Touch

26 photos

            “What the hell happened?  Where am I?” Martin thought while he tried top get his two bleary eyes to focus.  Martin remembered coming out of work and walking into the parking lot, thinking mainly about the term paper that was due tomorrow.  Then he felt a little sting and looked down at his arm to see a little dart with fuzzy feathers sticking into him.  Then he began to feel really dizzy and weak before finding himself in a car with the scenery whizzing by, and then he was here wherever here was.
            Martin looked around at the strange room and then he saw two strange looking men towering over him.  Both of the men were dressed in long white coats with blue breathing masks over their noses and mouths, amber goggles over their eyes, and green kitchen gloves on their hands.  The shorter one had a gentle matter of fact voice.  The tall one didn't say anything, he just wrote everything down on a clipboard.
            “Ah, now what do we have here?” the short one said.  “Oh yes, this must be Specimen 187B.”
            “I'm not a specimen!  My name is Martin, and I'm a college student, and I have a part time job, and I want to get out of here!” Martin tried to tell the two strange men, but the sticky tape that was covering his mouth and the soft cloth wedged in between his teeth and his tongue wouldn't let him make any more than frightened humming sounds.
            The short one ignored Martin’s panicked sounds and studied the clipboard the tall one was holding for him.  “Yes, here it is.  Medium height, medium build, brown hair and blue eyes; yes, that all checks.”
            This couldn't be happening to him.  It had to be some kind of nightmare!  Martin began struggling against the tight ropes and kicking his feet against the floor in his desperation to be recognized as a real person.
            “Now 187B, none of that,” the short man chided him gently. 
Then the tall one grabbed Martin’s legs with his strong hands and held them together while he wrapped more rope around to secure them.  Martin tried to resist, but he was still feeling kind of weak from whatever stuff was in that dart.
            “Really 187B, there is no need to get so excited.  We're just going to ask you a few questions before we take you downstairs for your detailed physical examination.  Now I know that you can't talk properly with that gag in your mouth, but I want you to nod your head, okay?”
            Martin was feeling very confused so he began dumbly nodding his head at the short one while he studied the tight ropes the tall one had used to weld his legs tightly together.
            “Now have you had all of the usual childhood diseases?  And would you describe yourself as being in fairly good health?  Any history of mental illness in your family?  Oh, and would you say that you are a sexually active person?”
            Martin didn't understand.  Why had they taken him?  Why were they asking him all of these strange questions?
            “Very good Martin.  Now if you can just pass your detailed physical, we can have you on a ten-thirty flight tonight.”
            Martin started making choking sounds back in his throat and wrestled against the ropes.  He wasn't going flying anywhere!
            “Now don't make a face 187B.  The new cargo holds are much more comfortable than the old ones.  Now we're going to have to ask you to wait here awhile until they finish examining the Specimen ahead of you.”
            And then the two strange men just walked away and left Martin there all alone.  Martin couldn't believe it!  He wasn't going to wait anywhere.  He was going to get out of here now!
            But no matter how much Martin struggled and rolled around on the floor, the tight ropes just gripped him tighter and tighter, and the sodden cloth in his mouth just kept on getting bigger and juicier.  And then he heard footsteps.
            “No, no 187B, you mustn't struggle around like that.  You might injure yourself and we can't have that, can we?  More rope please.”
            Martin watched helplessly while the tall one drew more strong rope out of his pocket and then began lashing it tightly between Martin’s wrists and his ankles until the poor student’s hands and feet were almost touching each other.
            “There really isn't any reason for you to be afraid, 187B.  According to our Customer Satisfaction Reports, the Client who selected you usually keeps his Specimens comfortable in the big house for two months or more before he tires of them and sends them out to work in the fields.  And less than two percent of those died from snake or alligator bites.”

            Bites--!  Martin didn't want any bites!
            “Now do be patient, 187B.  They're almost ready for you down in Exam.”
            Then the two strange men walked away and left Martin shaking tears out of his eyes.  What had Martin done to deserve this?  He had always tried to be a good boy?  Martin looked up at the ceiling and tried to ignore the pain of the tight ropes that were digging into him everywhere.  And then he heard the two men coming back.
            “See 187B, that didn't take long.  Now they are ready to give you a nice detailed examination.”
            Martin shook his head from side to side and made pleading noises into the juicy cloth.
            “Now don't carry on so, some of our young men find their exam to be a very pleasurable experience.  That’s better, 187B.  Now just as a precaution, we're going to give you a little something to calm you down while we get you ready for your exam.”
            Martin huffed into his gag and begged them not to give him anything, but the tall one just wrapped his strong hand around the back of Martin’s neck and then started moving a big snowball of damp cotton toward Martin’s nose.
            Then Martin only had a few moments to notice the strong smell of wild cherries before he started feeling really dizzy and then everything started getting very dark.
            “Martin…!  Come on Martin, wake up!  You're going to be late for work,” an angry voice yelled at him in the dark.
            Martin struggled to open his eyes and was surprised to see the familiar surroundings of his off-campus apartment.  And then he saw his hairy roommate drying himself off with a big towel.
            “Come on, Martin.  You promised to pay your share of the rent on this dump, remember?”
            At first Martin was very relieved to discover that it had all been just some kind of weird nightmare.  But then he began to wonder, why was he having dreams like that?

Martin played by Jake
Photography by Caitiff

Rope Gag by Gilroy

40 photos; 2:50 video

    “I’ve never actually done this before.”, Dan was nervous. As cute as this guy was, he was having second thoughts.  When he had replied to this guy’s online ad he had no idea the guy would be so kinky.   Though if he had wanted to back out, it was a little late now that he was bare ass naked with his hands tied behind his back.  And from the huge boner Dan’s trick had, he was really getting off  on having Dan tied up and helpless.

    “Don’t worry” Greg said a she checked the ropes around Dan’s body.  Virgins were always so much fun.  This one had been particularly easy.  And what a nice body.  Greg’s mind raced with al the things he was going to do with Dan.  The real fun began once Dan figured out that he wasn’t going to get free.
    Suddenly Greg’s cell phone went off.
    “Damn, sorry.  Important client”, Greg said as he answered.
    “Should we ..uhh do this later?” Dan asked. 

    “No!   No, not you.  Ok..uhhh I have that in my car. Can you hold”
    Greg hung up the phone.  “Ok slight snag.  Gotta go to my car and run a  few numbers off to my client. Won’t take a sec.”
    “Am I just supposed to just stand here naked and tied up?” Dan said incredulous.
    “No. “ Greg said as he led Dan to the bed and gestured for him to lie down. “I’ll just cover you up until I get back.”
    Tied up, Dan didn't’ see he had much of a choice.  He meekly accepted it as the blanket was placed over his head.

The Problem with Fraud by Caitiff

19 photos

 “Damn, not so tight!”, Reggie bitched as his friends bound hs hands behind his back.
“We gotta make it look good.” Dave, said as he worked on the knots.
“You don’t have to.. Mmpph!”, Reggie’s complaints were cut off as a strip of tape was plastered over his mouth. Reggie then had more rope tied around his body. Gagged and bound, reggie could only stare at his friends as he began to have second thoughts.
It had seemed like a good idea. His friends would tie Reggie’s ass up and take a few of the valuables in the house. Then when his girlfriend came home, he would get tonnes of sympathy and they would have to finally get that entertainment centre Reggie had been wanting. The insurance would pay for it all and Everybody would be happy.
But as he twisted in his bondage, Reggie realised he was really tied up. He would not be getting free until somebody let him go. But with this damn tape gag he certainly couldn’t back out now.

 Dave pushed Reggie down on the floor while Jerry and Tom picked up Reggie’s old crap. The PS/2, the worn out VCR and the 10 year old television, they all were taken away. They even took the little boom box stereo. Reggie comforted himself with thoughts of the new stuff he was going to be getting. Reggie could see a huge plasma television and a blue ray and a Wii and probably an entertainment centre.
His friends were not gentle as they moved The old stuff out. Jerry practically shoved Reggie out of the way as they walked the TV out the back where no one would see.
“Mmmmm!”, Reggie protested but gagged that meant very little. Reggie heard a crash from the kitchen and practically jumped out of his skin.
 “Sorry. My bad.”, Reggie heard one of his friends say. “Dropped a glass.”
“Don’t worry about it. It adds realism.” Reggie heard Tom say.
Don’t worry about it! These guys could be a bit more careful with his stuff.
“All right sunshine, time ot finish you off.”, Dave said as he lifted Reggie up to his feet and pushed him towards the couch. Reggie knew Dave was just kidding but he still wished his so called friend wouldn’t be so rough. and what did he mean, finish him off? Reggie was already bound and gagged. What more could they do to him?
Reggie hadn't’ considered he could have been hog tied. After he was laid on the couch, his feet were tied closely to his hands with more rope, leaving Reggie into a nice neat little package. Reggie was now really uncomfortable. He was also in way too deep now.
 “Ok, that’s the stuff. We’ll see you in a week so it doesn’t look suspicious. Your girl should be home in an hour. “, Dave said as he and the rest of Reggie’s friends finished up. “Hang tight!” reggie groaned at the horrible pun.
Soon he was alone. Reggie rolled around to test the ropes and as before, found he could not get free. he was stuck. Thank god his girlfriend, Julie would be home soon.
From the hallway, Reggie heard the phone ring and then the machine pick up. Julie’s voice came on, probably to say that she was at the airport and coming home.
Or not.
“Hey Honey. The airline screwed up my flight. I’m stuck in Denver for at least another day or more. I probably will be home tomorrow. I hope. Oh and I’m sorry but I forgot to mail off some of the bills like the renter’s insurance. But the guy said as long as we don't’ get robbed between now and when I get back, it should be ok. You take care. later. ”
Oh shit.

Model: Matthew

Phootgraphy by Caitiff

The Second Time by Kirkone

29 photos; 4:57 video

             Nick trashed against the rope.  He was tied snug.  He really did not want to get out.  As agreed, he was left alone for an hour.  When his new friend returned, he cut him free.  Nick rubbed his wrists.  He was hard as a rock.
 
            His daydream was ended by a sharp XXXX at the door.  Nick opened it, and his buddy was back.  But this time he was wrestled to the ground, and quickly bound at his wrists.  Nick’s heart was exploding in his chest as he struggled in the game: his mouth was stuffed and taped and his ankles roped.  Dumped on the bed, he awaited with great anticipation what was going to happen next.
 
            It was then that he felt there was something wrong.
 
            A second man entered the room.
 
            “Here are his car keys.  Bring the car to the front.”  Nick was puzzled why they would move his car until he watched his friend empty his wallet of cash and cards, and remove his jewelry.  “He moaned an “OH NO,” as he began to feel betrayed.  The other returned, and both men threw Nick on his belly.  One shoved his wrists torturously high behind his back, sending waves of agony through his shoulders, neck and back.  The other pulled his hair back, ripped the tape off his mouth, and put a knife to his throat.  “All your ATM codes – debit and credit, QUICK!  AND NOT ANOTEHR FUCKING WORD!”  Nick was so afraid he could not think, but another jerking of his arms behind his back XXXX the numbers from his mouth.

            Again he was gagged.  “Hogtie him!”  They pulled his ankles behind his back and bound them to his hands. 
 
            “Enjoy your second time SUCKER!”
 
            After six hours of struggle Nick was still tied up.  The maid heard his gagged pleas for help and found his bound and gagged. 
 
            The car was never found.  They had robbed him of five grand.
 
            But Nick did not mind.
 
            He was online the next day thinking about his upcoming third time.

Personal trainer by Kirkone

32 photos

            “Yeah, I like the development in my arms, biceps, triceps, and forearms:  a lot of strength development,” Leo said to his P.T. who had come to make an unusual “house call.”  He had suggested to Leo that he try a new method he was developing to maximize flexing with resulting muscular development.
 
            “It’s bigger than steroids!” the P.T. said.
 
            “OK, let’s try it,” Leo said, flexing his powerful arms in his wife beater.  “What do I have to do?”
 
            The P.T.’s heart was racing in his chest.  He knew this was a set-up.  He had fantasized for weeks about having Leo bound and gagged.  “Have to go slow and careful,” he thought.  With missing a beat he blotted out: “Well, put your arms behind your back so I can bind your wrists with this rope here!” 
 
            Leo had a strange look on his face, “Say what?”

           “Put your arms behind your back so I can tie up your hands.  You will feel the stress of your upper arms at your sides, staining especially your triceps.  As your work to get free, your biceps too get a full workout --- better than curls!
 
            Leo smiled.  “Sure,” and put his hands behind his back.  His P.T. crossed his wrists, and soon the clothesline was tight and snug around his crossed wrists.  Leo felt it to be a little too tight, but decided to say nothing so as not to look like a wimp. 
 
             “There, now break free and be sure to flex your arms a lot.”  Leo began to turn his wrists and lift his bound hands up and down his back, flexing his biceps against his sides.  He noticed a surge of power in his arms.  “Hey, I think you have something here.  This is a workout for sure,” Leo stated as his struggled against the ropework on his hands, numbing up as he spoke.  “Listen:  why not tie me up all the way?  I could give my legs a workout at the same time.
 
            The P.T.s heart jumped to his throat.  “Sure.  Put your legs together.”  Leo complied as his feet and legs were bound with the rope.  “Say, to make this real, let me gag you like you were robbed and the robber left you all tied up!”  Leo smiled.  “Go ahead!”  He took out Leo’s workout bandanna from his back pocket as used it as a gag.  Leo smiled.
 
            “OK, Escape.  And flex those muscles.  I’m going to take some pictures to ‘debrief’ you latter.
 
            Leo nodded and began to struggle and flex.  He got to his feet, and began to hop to the door, somehow now excited about being all tied up.  He even got to the doorknob and tried to open it.  The P.T. sensed Leo was into it as he clicked pictures, and grabbed him and shoved him to the floor.  “Trying to escape?  You’re my hostage!” 
 
            Leo played along and kept struggling, finally getting the gag out of his mouth.  It fell down his chin and he looked up at the trainer:
 
            “Say, you got any more rope in there.  I think you should tie my arms, then hogtie me, and, if you go to the closet, there is some duct tape.  Make this gag good. And tape my eyes.
 
            As you could imagine, the Physical Trainer was all too happy to comply as he tightly hogtied Leo, photographing his flexing and sweating as Leo learned the way of the rope. 

Horny

25 photos; 5:59 video

Model: Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/15/2010

Tempers Flare by Caitiff

28 photos; 6:17 video

 
“Fuck You!” Todd yelled at his asshole of a boyfriend.
“No, fuck you!” his asshole of a boyfriend yelled back.
And so it went, each screaming at the other louder and louder. Finally Todd ended it like
he always did, by running away. He practically jumped out of the car while it still moving.
Fortunately his boyfriend wasn't’ such an asshole that he didn’t hit the breaks, probably saving Todd from breaking his neck.
Todd got out of the car, slammed the door and stormed off. Having had enough of his bullshit, Todd’s boyfriend drove off.
Great what now? Todd asked himself as he looked up and down the long deserted country road. He tried his cell phone only to get no bars at all.
“Shit!”, Todd yelled at no in particular. This was not the first time his temper had gotten him in trouble, Just an hour before he had insulted a guy at a bar where he and his boyfriend had been drinking. The guy had been livid. Good thing for Todd that his friends had been there.
Todd heard a car coming up from behind. Great a ride, Todd thought but soon changed his mind when he saw the driver. It was that guy from the bar. Oh great, this day was just getting better and better.
“Hey!”, The guy said as he got out of his car.
“Hey what?”, Todd retorted. Admittedly neither was going to win any come back awards.
The smart thing would have been to leave it at that, to walk away. However, Todd’s temper had already flared up again and he was not going to back down. In a display of bravado, Todd threw his jacket onto the ground.
And so the cycle continued. Todd gave a snide comment, the guy retorted and on it went. What Todd did not expect however, was how quickly it got physical. The guy grabbed Todd. Despite his best efforts, Todd couldn't’ break loose. Then things got worse when his attacker took out some rope.
Todd had never been tied up before and couldn’t believe how quickly he was made helpless. Before he knew what was going on, Todd found his hands bound tightly behind his back and more rope around his chest. Now tied up Todd began to realize how screwed he really was.
“Help! Somebody help me..mmmmpphh!”, Todd’s plea for help were cut off as the guy covered Todd’s mouth with tape. Soon nothing could be heard from Todd but incoherent moaning through his tape gag.
“Not so smart mouthed now, are you?”, Todd’s attacker gloated as he shoved his captive around to the back of his car.
Todd did not like where this was going. Clearly he was now being XXXX. The guy was forcing him into the back of his car. Unfortunately Todd had even less power to resist then he had before, being bound and gagged.
Though he tried to fight, Todd soon found himself stuffed into the trunk.
“Mmmpphhaammmm!”, Todd tried to make the guy see reason but the gag made everything he said into pitiful moaning. Desperately Todd tried to struggle to get free from the ropes but the ropes held him fast. Todd’s attacker seemed to really enjoywatching his hostage squirm in the bondage.
Hope you are having fun because you’re going to stay bound and gagged for a long time. I have got so much planned for you and there’s nothing you can do or say about it.”
“Mmmm!”, was all Todd could say before the door of the trunk was slammed shut. Todd could hear the car start soon after and begin driving off to who knew where.
In hindsight, Todd’s boyfriend had not been such an asshole after all. If only Todd had kept his big mouth shut. Now he had a gag to do it for him. Too bad Todd had learned that lesson too late.
The End?

Todd played by Andrew
The Angry Guy played by Zac
Photography by Zac

Date of Production:04/14/2010

Hello and Good Night by Latoo

20 photos; 3:57 video

All Holds Barred by MArty

28 photos

Brett groaned and mmmphed through the cloth and tape that held him tightly gagged. He was dressed in his wrestling singlet and had been bound hand and foot, XXXX just before the big meet. The XXXX that had been XXXX up his nose was having some lingering effects, and the room was spinning as he focussed on his XXXX, not an altogether bad-looking fellow in his mid-thirties and big-boned, attractive but very offbeat. He rubbed his crotch as he watched Brett struggle.

"I win, you know," he said. "Not you."

Brett moaned through the gag and struggled with all his might, to no avail.

"This is it, you know," the guy continued. "This is forever. It's just your bad luck that you'd be wrestling with my nephew today. But I can't let you win." He fingered the ropes that held Brett tight, every once in a while playing with a nipple or whatever else struck his fancy. Brett moaned and struggled, and felt utterly helpless as his asshole relaxed in anticipation of what would surely be the guy's reckless assault with his fingers and anything else he wanted.

"So here's what's gonna happen," the guy said, caressing Brett's face and planting a big kiss on his forehead. "I'm gona have my way with you. For as long as I want to. Days, weeks, months. Any way I like. If I want to ungag you and kiss your sexy mouth, I'm gonna do that. But your gag will go right back on when I'm done. If I want to ungag you and stick my dick in your mouth, I'm gonna do that. But your gag will go right back on when I'm done. More importantly, I can do whatever I want to you. I can lick anything of yours I want, I can suck anything of yours I want, I can fuck anything of yours I want. Do you understand?"

Brett moaned again through his gag and nodded furiously.

"Good," the guy said, planting a big kiss squarely in the middle of Brett's gagged mouth. "Let's start with this."

Brett played by Mike

Photography by Caitiff

Helping Hand

22 photos; 6:37 video

Model: Uriah
Model: Chad
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/11/2011

You Know Whats Going to Happen by Soft Touch

25 photos

"YOU KNOW WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN?"

By SoftTouch

"You know what's gonna happen to you now?"

"I didn't do nothing, Boss."

"You got diarrhea of the mouth, Louie."

"I just told my brother-in-law, that's all."

"We know, and now you gotta pay. First we're gonna shut that big mouth of yours. And then we're gonna ship you out to the farm."

"Mmhat marm?"

"You don't know about the farm, Louie? That's where we plant all of that hazardous waste stuff out in the swamp. Got a crew of guys just like you. We feed them turnips, cabbages and grits. Turnips, cabbages and grits every day until they get too skinny to work. "

"Mmo! Mmou man't moo ghat goo me!"

"'Course you don't want to work, we can plant you right away. Now you stay right here. I've gotta make a couple of calls."

The Boss was crazy. I was crazy. This whole mess was crazy. I had to get out of here!

There wasn't anybody watching me. If I could make it out to the kitchen?

Yea, so far so good. Now I just needed something to cut these ropes with. It wasn't easy all tied up like this, but I managed to get a drawer open. And then I fished around inside until my fingers came up with ­ A dipper? No, you idiot! You need something sharp!

A knife! Yes, that was it! Now if I could just cut these ropes?

"Louie, you're just about the dumbest slob I've ever seen!"

"Mmo mease, Moss. MmI mon't mike mabbages."

"Shut up or I'll stuff you in a barrel right here!"

"Now get down on that floor and roll over on that big belly of yours. I'm gonna have to tie you up like one of those turkeys."

"Mmease, Moss! Mmon't met ghem make me!"

"Now Louie, don't worry. You see you've got it all wrong. It's not the cabbages you have to worry about. It's all those grits. They taste terrible!"

"Now you just lie real quiet now. Pretty soon now the truck will be here to take you away, and then all of your problems will be solved."

THE END

Louie played by Anthony

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production 05/23/2002

Made More Comfortable

25 photos; 5:08 video

Model: GarretJan
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/11/2013

Grabbed by Ivor Coccone

24 photos

There was this hot fucking guy in the football team at my college, Drew, I always wanted a piece of him, but could never get my act together to hold a decent conversation with him, since I wasn't into football there wasn't a lot we could talk about.

He must have noticed my eyes on him in the corridor and in the classroom, but he never acted on it. I'm a straight acting, well built guy myself so I guess either he wasn't interested or he never worked out why I looked at him.

Lucky for me I have a good friend in the football coach here on campus, he's only a few years older than me, we grew up together. He knows I'm gay and enjoys teasing me with stories of the boys in the team. And he knows I have a major soft spot for Drew.

As we're in most of the same classes, sometimes Barry, the coach, tells me to pass on messages to Drew, reminding him of the times of training, whatever I can find to use as an excuse to talk to the dude basically!

But this one time as we were getting to the end of our final year in college, I thought I'd keep this little piece of information to myself. I was supposed to tell him that training for that afternoon was canceled, but I had a better idea!

 This would work if he didn't get to talk to anyone else in the team, so it was a longshot. I'd dreamed of him bound and gagged for so long, I was at boiling point and this seemed like my last opportunity before he disappeared out of my college and out of my life.

By 5 pm, the football ground was desolate. The kids had all gone home from school and I was waiting in the shadows for my beefy prey. My car was parked just the other sides of the stalls, well not mine but an old thing that had been left at the janitors for months that I happened to know was not being used. I was dressed in black and wearing a black balaklava.

At 5.10 precisely Drew appears, Barry always told me Drew was infamous for his lateness. He takes a seat in the stalls with his bag, I have to act quick at this point because I know the dumb guy ain't so dumb that he'll figure out there's no practice soon.

 With my replica .45 I move towards the dude and grab his shirt, mmm, he looks so good.

"You're coming with me, punk, no arguments", I say and wave the "XXXX" in his face.

Naturally he obliges and I push him onto the back seat of the car.

He's looking at me with bewilderment, but before he can say anything I tape his mouth shut, tight across his lips.

Then I say "Get your hands together in front of you, kid" and he obliges and I tape them together tight too! His ankles are next, taped tight together.

 MMMMM, my dick is BIG in my pants!

He slouches down in the seat, WHAT A FUCKING PICTURE, gotta remember this scene forever!

This hottie bound & gagged in the back of my car? Not in a million years! Yet here he was! I savored the moment and added another strip of duct to his mouth for good measure, then I grabbed his gagged face and said,

 "Don't worry kid, I ain't gonna hurt you, we're just gonna go for a ride and if you behave I may even buy you an ice cream!"

 "MMMMMWWWWWWAAAAA?"

"Behave boy", I said and flashed the replica again. Ah, control!

I ripped off a strip of duct and sealed it across his eyes,

"This is a mystery trip, dude", I said.

 I'm surprised we got to our destination in one piece because my eyes spent much more time looking in the rear view mirror at my squirming, buff captive than they did on the road.

I was only driving the dude back to his place, I knew where he lived and knew there wouldn't be anyone around and I thought I could just leave him there without worrying as he was only tied with tape he'd soon wrestle himself free after i was gone.

 We pulled up and in my husky bastards voice I told him "We're here" and I got out and dragged him out of the car.

 His body language was all kinda dejected as he stood, all taped up and defeated, against the car and if my cock weren't so hard I might've felt a bit guilty.

I pushed him to the ground so he was sat on his derriere.

"I'm gonna untie your hands for a moment kid, but any funny business and you'll face the XXXX, ok?"

"Mmmmpppppffff", he said, wasn't he a good lad?

 I ripped off the duct and pulled his hands behind his back where I taped them together tightly at the wrists. Mmmmmm that looked much better.

"Bet you're wondering why the hell I'm doing this to you, hey boy and where the hell you are?" I asked.

"MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPFPFFFF!"

Well, I'm just a horny gay guy who's had my eye on you for awhile, I'm a Leatherman and a bondage master, you know what that means, boy?"

 Silence.

I pulled him up to his feet and pushed him up against the wall.

"Thinkin' I want you for my boy, my sub, my slave, kid."

"MMMMMPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFF!"

Drew kinda went crazy at this point and threw himself to the ground where he proceeded to struggle and roll around.

 The sight was fucking' erotic!

"It's cool kid, relax", I said. "Your pretty gorgeous and I'd love you for my boy, but I'd never seriously do that to you, like TAKE the rest of your life."

Drew was still for a moment then as I started to walk away he started getting more agitated, as if calling me back.

"You're just outside of your house, bro", I said, "you'll get that tape off in no time, chill out!"

Still, as I got in the car, he continued to scream into the gag and struggle with the tape and I couldn't help wondering, as I drove off, if he was screaming to be set free or screaming because he wanted to be my boy. Or maybe he just wanted his ice cream. Guess I'll never know.

fin

Drew played by Himself

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/15/2003

Friends

33 photos

Gotcha by Justin

29 photos

I was just waiting for the pizza boy so when the doorbell rang I just opened it. My major mistake. Todd was there and just pushed his way into my apt.
"What the fuck do you want asshole" I yelled.
He just smiled and grabbed me by the wrist. "You know why I am here, don't ya? Fag Boi", "What do you do Fag boi Cliff with my jock staps and filthy gym socks, HMMM? Do you sniff em? Do you wank off in them?HMMMM, Do you lick up you own cum off my sweaty jock strap boi. I want them back get it, Fag Boi ! Understand, but first I am going to have a bit a FUN" He barked still smiling. 
He proceeded to cover my mouth with his sweaty hand, I could taste the salt off his palm.
"Two jockstraps and three pair of dirty worn white gym socks. You stole them from my locker" He twisted my right arm behind my back and roughly handgagged me closing the door with his size 12 foot.
 I didn't think anybody had seen me break in to Todd's locker. The basketball team was practicing and it was late.
"You forgot the video camera, Prickface, just your luck" I should have gone to the cops with the video tape but I thought this would teach you a lesson in humility and respect for other men's property. He was sickly smiling as he tied a white rope around my shaking body.
" Please don't SIR, not this rope, I have never been tied up before" I cried out. "Please Todd, I will pay you for the jocks and the soiled socks" I yelped.
He said" Yes you will but I have heard enough out off your mouth for the moment" He took out a roll of blue tape and proceeded to tape my mouth shit.
 " No don't mmmmpppppppfffffftttthhhh" My mouth was taped and my dick was now hard. I prayed Todd did not notice this. I could feel pre-cum leaking from the tip of my prick. I was barefooted and Todd removed his shoes and white gym socks. I could see the sweat on and between his perfect toes..
The tape was sucure as was the white rope. I was totally trapped. My cock started to throb. I was sitting on a chair and Todd was straddling me smiling. I couldn't utter a word.
"pluzzzzzmmmffff" I moaned.

 Todd started to move his large hands under my armpits, pulling on my hair . He was staring at me eye to eye. I know he felt my hard dick as he was sitting on it. He just smiled. He started playing and twisting my tits. All I could do was moan. Pre cum slowly slipping out of my dick hole. He tied my ankles with more white rope, positioned my size 10 feet and tickle torture began. I laughed and cried at the same time. He would not stop. An hour went by, it seemed endless, I was lost. I had shot a load in my trousers as soon as he started the tickle torture and now my cock was hard again.
" I will now tickle you feet till you piss your pants" He exclaimed. "You can clean up the CUM in your shorts with your own piss, Great idea" he barked.   
I held on to my piss, I was not going to do this ever, I hoped.He started to lick my ear, telling me how cute I was for a fag boi. He said he was straight and only fucked chicks but that this was different as humiliation was the order of the day. Like in a Frat House. He fucked lot's of  freshmen dudes who wanted in the Frat.
He continued to lick my ear. I was delirious, My toes and soles were tingling.
 "Well Fag Boi" Todd exclaimed "What have we got here" "You already shot a boi fag load, ready for another?"  Todd undid my jeans, slowly reached into my crotch and as his hand touched my cum filled white briefs my dick shot another load. My tied ankles stretching as were my toes. I felt humiliated and degraded.
"You will pay for my Jocks and sweat socks you stole boi and as a punishment you will clean my toilet and wash my sweaty gym clothes for the rest of the term. GET IT?"
 I nodded yes, relieved the cops were not called in. I pulled his hand from my crotch, my cum still on his fingers and wiped his hand in my hair.
" I am now going to jerk off on you boi" You will not wash you cum filled hair and go to class tomorrow with my CUM in it"  I will tell the team all about you Cliff. He was 100% right. After all I was a THIEF and need to be punished.

Todd played by Troy
Clint played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff

Patrick Hogtied

23 photos; 3:49 video