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SideKick in Trouble by Caitiff
26 photos; 4:26 video
Cont'd from Hero XXXXped!
“Mmmmm! Mmmmpphhh!” Neoprene grunted as loudly as he could but no one could hear him through the gag.
The ropes held the young super hero’s arms tightly to the chair and bound his booted feet together.
Neoprene used every super hero trick he could think of, twisting and flexing. As a former side kick to the Leather Eagle, Neoprene was pretty familiar to being tied up hand and foot. It seemed that in the old days when he was the Eagle’s ward, it seemed Neoprene got XXXX every other week, tied up in some XXXX trap or another.
However this time he had been bound and gagged by the Intruder. Once a mild mannered shibari instructor, he had become obsessed by secret rope techniques. He eventually went insane from the dark secrets the human mind was never meant to know. Now he plotted world domination using his evil powers.
This was hardly the first time Neoprene had been XXXX by the Intruder. The evil villain could tie up someone so that not even an escape artist like Neoprene could get loose. He had always been saved by Leather Eagle before.
This time there was no Leather Eagle. Neoprene had left being his side kick to be his own hero. Now there was only the Intruder sitting ina chair opposite Neoprene.
“I was wondering when you would show up!” The Intruder said, obviously enjoying the one sided conversation with the gagged young man.
“Yes I’ve been the one XXXX young men in this hotel. They are still around in fact, tied up just like you are now. Unable ot move and gagged into silence. And soon they will be completely under my control. Just as you will be..”
“Mmmmmm!? Mmmpphh!”, Neoprene knew that meant. The Intruder was using his most insidious technique: the Ropes of Persuasion. As the Intruder’s victim struggled, the ropes sapped his will. Eventually The Intruder no longer needed to have his hostage bound and gagged ot control him. He could control another’s mind!
“Yes, several young men, hidden all over this hotel, just waiting in silence until I come back to free them and make them my slaves!” < the Intruder let loose an evil laugh.
“And now I must leave you to let the ropes do their work. Grunt all you want. Like all the others, no one can hear you.”
The Intruder left Neoprene alone in the room. Already Neoprene could feel his will draining away. IF he didn’t get free soon, he would be the Intruder’s willing slave.
Not the best beginning to Neoprene’s solo career. The End?
Neoprene played by Syler
The Intruder played by Slade
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production:05/25/2012
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Disappeared by Caitiff
25 photos; 6:31 video
It was all set. The files, the witness testimonies, the evidence. Doug had all his ducks in their respective rows and now it was time. It hadn't’ been easy. The Valenti Family was powerful and well connected. It had taken years to put this case together for the District attorney’s office. But finally it had all paid off. All Doug had ot do was get this briefcase to the D.A. and Doug would see his career a sa prosecutor sore while the Valenti’s crashed and burned. Doug had left nothing out.
He had, however, forgotten to lock his door. Doug didn't’ hear the door creak open a she talked to his boss on his cell. He didn't’ see the man sneaking up behind him as he finished getting his papers in order. Not until it was too late.
“Mmmmpphhh!!”, Doug let out a surprised yelp as the chemical laden rag was clamped tightly over his face. Desperately he struggled to get free. But the more he thrashed and tried ot yell for help, the faster the XXXX worked it’s way into his lungs. Soon blackness overcame him.Damian didn’t waste too much time staring down at the helpless man beneath him. He had done this enough times to know when his victim was really out of just faking. And time was of the essence.
Quickly he dragged Doug’s XXXX body into the living room. A second after fishing the clothesline out the bag he had brought, Damian had Doug’s hands tightly bound behind his back. Then Doug’s feet were tied up. He then was rolled over on his back. Taking out the duct tape, Damian tore off a nice sticky strip and plastered it over Doug’s mouth. Like Damian always said, a guy wasn't’ really under your power until you had deprived him of speech. With his prisoner now safely bound and gagged, Damian left to go get the car ready. It was hardly as if he could walk out the front door with a guy tied up and gagged over his shoulder.
Doug regained consciousness slowly. At first all he knew was that his head hurt. He tried rubbing it but he couldn’t move his hands beyond a certain point. A low moan escaped the tape sealing his mouth. When Doug finally came too, it was with a panicked start. He had been tied up! How? Doug tried yelling for help but he had been tape gagged. Desperately he twisted and turned, trying in vain to escape his bonds. But the ropes around his hands and feet were tight. As was the gag over his mouth. Despite himself, Doug knew that help would not be coming. He had been XXXX by the Valenti family.
The noise of Doug waking up bound and gagged alerted Damian. He entered the room carrying Doug’s briefcase and proceeded to slap Doug around.“Is this it?”, Doug asked as he slapped Doug across the face.
Gagged, Doug couldn’t answer, he wouldn't’ have answered anyway. Instead he screamed threats that came out only as “Mmmmpphs” from behind his gag. But that was all the answer Damian needed. It was time ot clean up the loose ends.
Damian hefted Doug’s bound form like a rag doll, placing him on Damian’s shoulder. Doug could only wiggle and moan in outrage and fear as he was carried off to the back of the house.
Fortunately for Damian and unfortunately for Doug, the coast was clear to the car port in the back of the house. With practised skill, Damian opened the trunk and deposited his hostage inside. Damian loved this car. He had bought it just for the large trunk. He had since removed the safety release that would let anyone open it from the inside. So far the record had been three men tied up and gagged inside for a cross country trip. Boy those guys were ripe after they were let out.“Sit tight.”, Damian chuckled as he closed the door on the helpless captive. Doug could only “Mmph!” in XXXX as he was shut inside the car’s trunk.
Damian flipped open his phone and dialed the number his employer had given him for just this sort of thing. The line was known to be secure.
“Yeah, I got him. ... No, he’s not going anywhere.... yeah, the dock will work. Bye.”
Damian’s stomach growled. He had been so busy planning his latest XXXX he had forgotten to eat. But it was hardly as if he could go through a drive through. There was too much chance the car could be traced back. And Damian wasn't’ sure he wanted to trust his captive to stay quiet. Having the drive through person hear muffled cries for help while taking Damian’s order could be embarrassing.
Ahh, he’ll be al right for a while, Damian thought. He got out the car and headed for the burger joint he had seen on the corner
Damian was only gone for a moment. Five minutes at best. Just long enough for his car to go missing.
“Oh shit.”, Damian muttered under his breath a she looked in disbelief at the empty spot his car used to occupy.The end?
Doug played by Kent
Damian played by Leo
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 09/19/2007
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Bum Deal
20 photos
Rod shows off his ASSets;-)
Model: Rod
Photographer: Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/25/2003
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Hands On by Justin
28 photos; 4:58 video
My name is Hank, I work down at "Mighty Man" Construction site. We are currantly building a New Mall. Every day now for two weeks ( yes even on the weekend) this tall thin power suited executive type would sit for and hour or so watching me work. The last five days days he brought me a bag lunch and introduced himself. " Hi there my name is Eric" He stretched out his hand through the fence and I shook it. "Hank here, Thanks for the eats." "No Problem" I relied. We talked about the Mall and general bullshit. You might ask, So how did Eric wind up at my house tied and hogtied?
Two nights ago I woke up and saw him starring through my window,. He did not know I saw him. I played it co cool. I had a nite light on by the window and could see him clearly. I always XXXX naked, just a sheet covering me in the summer. He stood there for about a hour I think he was Jerkin his Dick, not 100% sure. Tonight I was ready for him. I placed three pillows under the sheet and waited out side behind my tall bushes. Bingo, at 2:00am he showed up. He must have come from a Black Tie dinner cause his was dressed in a fucking Tuxedo. Listen Men I am not Gay, Ok Yes, I had a couple a blow-jobs while in the Marines but that was because there was no TRIM around.
As He reaching into his zipper and pulled out his Dick I "Cold Cocked" him from behind. At 6ft 4 235 lbs. I hope know trouble tossing this Fancy dude over my shoulders. I felt the "Peeping Tom/Eric" needed a lesson in respect for another man's privacy. I took him to my garage where I stripped him out of his Fine clothes. The Tuxedo, shirt, fancy bow tie, sheer nylon over the calf sox, those garter things hold em up. wow I'd never seen shit like this. Tight black nylon briefs, patent leather lace up shoes. I threw all his clothes in the furnace removing his keys and wallet. I left him in his Black undershirt.
Walking him into my house he had just woken up although bleary eyed his Dick was rock hard dripping pre cum. I had tied his wrists together and also just above the elbows. White rope pulled tight. I wanted him to feel the rope. I believe his had be dinking a bit. He started to speak. I told him " Not One Fucking Word or I will cut ya nuts off" He nodded yes. I retreived an old cum filled blue bandana I use to catch my Seed after I wank off annd tied it around his mouth. That will shut his Pie Hole for the time being. I smirked. I XXXX him to a kneeling position on a bed. I had removed the sheet. I tied a rope around his Nut Sack and Dick then pulled it aound his neck. He was shaking his head. ""NOOOOOPPPPHHHFFFFFF" I told you to shut up Mr. Exec. I grabbed some Duct tape and taped over the bandana. MMMPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFPPPLLZZEE. I grabbed his Dick and pulled tightly. He quieted down. I XXXX him to his stomach and to check out his Vertical Smile. then ordered him on his back and XXXX his legs and knees apart. After checking out his Balls and turned him over and Hog Tied the Bastard. I noticed we had the same color eye Blue/Grey hazel. Only his were tearing up like a "sissy boy". "So Eric, You wanted to look through my window and Jerk that dick off of your well here goes. I took his Dick and milked it. He fucking shoot a giant load. Then I took my 9 incher and held it to his face and pulled my meat till it came all over his puss.
I went to the phone and called Ryan's Bar and Grill. Hey Ryan, I know the pubs closing in a few minutes, grab a few of the Boys and get your arse's over here. I got me a Queer Rich Exec, You know the dude who's been starring at me on the job site hogtied and I know he's just an itchen to be Bitch Punked. . I hung up and looked at my Prize. "You just relax, cause ya gonna need all ya strength." I tossled his hair and grabbed a beer.The End
Eric played by Todd
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/22/2006
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Stroking the Pole
19 photos; 5:40 video
Model: David
Photography by CaitiffDate of production: 05/21/2019
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Right to Keep Silent
25 photos; 6:12 video
Gagged Cop played by Alan
Bad Guy played by Nick007
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 05/21/2019
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Hunk on My Floor
24 photos; 5:01 video
Model: Chad
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/23/2012 -
Controlled
23 photos; 3:48 video
Model: Tommy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/03/2007
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Frat House Foul Up by Kurt
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"56 West Washington..this must be it," thought Chet, as he reached for the doorknob. Chet was excited and a little scared..he'd been rushed by the coolest fraternity on campus, Phi Beta Bonda, and tonight was the first step of the initiation process. The frat was known for pretty rough hazings, and Chet knew there might even be some bondage and humiliation involved. But they were really cool guys, and Chet was determined to make it. He'd even worn his "lucky" Chinese dragon shirt, a gaudy rayon job he wore for all special occasions, even though most of his friends had already told him how ugly it was. A pair of neatly pressed khakis and black dress shoes completed his outfit. He gritted his teeth and turned the doorknob, entering the dilapidated house on the wrong side of town.
"Hello?" Chet said, as the door creaked open. "Ungggh!" was the stud's last coherent statement as a blunt object connected with the back of his head as soon as he stepped through the doorway.
Chet's head throbbed...for a few minutes he had no clue where he was, or what had happened. He tried to rub his aching head, but quickly realized his wrists were tightly bound in front of him. He was lying on the floor..."Hey!", he called, "Anyone there? Who slugged me? HELP! Someone untie me!" Then Chet realized that all of this might be part of the initiation, and he shut up quick. He didn't want the frat brothers to think he was a wimp. But damn, did they have to XXXX him out and tie him up?
Chet didn't have long to wait...a man entered the room and loomed over him. He was dressed in tight black jeans, a black t-shirt, and his face was masked. His muscular arms were tattooed, and in his hands he held a large blue bandanna.
"OK, buddy, time for some fun," he growled as he hauled Chet off the floor, and threw him onto the nearby bed. Chest gasped as the masked attacker pulled his lucky shirt down off his shoulders, and yanked it down to his elbows. "Tacky shirt, dude! Now open your piehole!" Chet, terrified yet strangely intrigued, opened his mouth, and his captor shoved the cloth in, pushing it in deeply with his fingertips, then knotting it tightly behind the pledge's head. Chet felt himself pushed down onto the bed, his shoes pulled off, and his ankles being tightly bound with ropes.
"I wasn't expecting any visitors, but I'm always happy to accommodate an unexpected guest," the masked man said.
Chet was confused. Was this some kind of kinky role-play to prove his worthiness to the fraternity? A XXXX scene designed to test his guts? Chet decided that had to be it, so he didn't even flinch as the attacker reached down and unbuckled his belt. He roughly yanked Chet's khakis down, revealing his tight gray briefs, then turned away and picked up several long lengths of thick black rope. Within a couple of minutes, Chet found himself even more tightly bound as the black rope was tightly snaked around his wrists, waist, thighs, knees and lower legs. He grunted into the gag as the ropes were pulled and knotted tautly. Chet struggled a little, and his khakis dropped down to his ankles.
"Don't touch that gag, boy, or you'll be in worse trouble. I'll be right back!"
With his wrists bound in front of him, Chet could have reached his gag and pulled it off, but he figured that it was part of his hazing and he'd better go along. He struggled a bit and tested the bindings. No use, he was tightly bound and would have to wait for the next step of the initiation.
The masked man returned, and without a word, sat on the bed next to his handsome bound captive and yanked down Chet's gray briefs. Chet felt the masked attacker's large hands stroking his muscular, exposed ass and a hot flush hit his cock and balls, hardening his shaft. Chet grunted in feeble protest as he was XXXX, and twisting his head, his eyes fell on a note pad on the bedside table. He read the letterhead on the pad: "West Side Halfway House for Male Sex Offenders". Suddenly, reality sank in...Chet screamed into his gag as he felt his shaft being gripped and pumped.
Much later, as Chet lay exhausted on the bed, th emasked man stuffed a doller up his ass. "For your time", he said.
Meanwhile, across town at 56 EAST Washington, in an elegant townhouse, six studly college students lay bound and gagged on the basement floor, writhing and moaning as they were tortured by the Phi Beta Bondas.
"Well, I guess Chet punked out," said the pledgemaster, as he tied a rope tightly around the handsomest pledge's cock and balls. "Put him on the blacklist!"
The End
Chet played by Lewis
Photography by Jake
Date of Production: 03/07/2003
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Muzzled part 2
21 photos; 5:40 video
Cont'd from part 1
BoundGuy played by Cole
Bad Guy played by Chad
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 11/30/2013
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XXXX Hold
25 photos; 4:27 video
Model : jesse Daniels
hand provided by Mr. Exe
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 01/12/2019
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Hero XXXXped! by Caitiff
35 photos; 5:53 video
Young men had been going missing at the swanky B & D Hotel. The police were stumped. The hotel management wanted to the issue settled quietly for fear of bad publicity.
It was a case for the Neoprene
Neoprene had only recently left being the side kick of the Leather Eagle and was eager to prove he could be just as good a super hero on his own.
But the hotel was a wash as far as clues. There was no sign of XXXX entry, no ransom notes, no witnesses. Young men would just disappear from their rooms. No one could even find out how they were leaving the hotel, assuming they left at all.
Somehow this seemed familiar but Neoprene couldn’t put his finger on it.
Deciding to try questioning the hotel staff again, Neoprene made for the elevators. He could hear his mentor Leather Eagle telling him to always use the stairs. Ahh, what did he know. It couldn’t hurt to use the elevator just this once.
Neoprene waited for the elevator to arrive. From behind he thought he heard a sound. But when he turned it was nothing. Suddenly Neoprene was grabbed from behind. A foul smelling chemical wafted into his nose. Wait, Neoprene knew that smell! He had been exposed to it lots of times in his side kick career. It was the XXXX out agent used by the Intruder! What a fool Neoprene had been!
And then everything went as black as Neoprene’s costume.
Everything is going according to plan, the Masked Intruder thought to himself.The Intruder wasted no time. He knew what he had to do. He had done this a thousand times before. Especially to this guy. Intruder had lost count of how many times he had XXXX out Neoprene, XXXX the side kick for one nefarious plan or another.
“There’s no Leather Eagle to save you now, neofool!”, The Intruder laughed as he hauled his XXXX hostage to a stair well. Once there, Intruder took out his very special ropes and began trussing up the unconscious crime fighter.
First Neoprene’s hands were bound behind his back. Then ropes around his chest and knees. Finally Neoprene’s feet were bound tightly together with coils and coils of rope.
“We can’t have you calling for help. Need to keep you quiet!”, the intruder said as he gagged Neoprene with a rag in his mouth.
The Intruder was soon satisfied that his hostage would be going no where. No one, not even the famed escape artist Leather Eagle could twist out of the Intruder’s ropes once the evil genius finished tying his knots.
Neoprene would stay right where he was, bound hand and foot and gagged into perfect silence. Having more villainy to do before the day was through, the Intruder left his tied up “guest” a few moments alone to ponder the wisdom of underestimating the Intruder.
The End.
Neoprene played by Syler
The Intruder played by Slade
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:05/25/2012 -
XXXXped Orderly by JMZ
30 photos; 4:06 video
I knew it would be nation wide news. The chance that something like this could happen in this day and age would shock everybody. The consequences would be great if I was caught, but I wasn’t planning on getting caught. I had spent many nights painstakingly planning each and every detail of how I was going to accomplish it. It would not be easy, but I was confident in two things, his ignorance and my plan.
Bobby and I had struck up a pretty close friendship in college. We were both pre med and had a lot of the same interests. I had grown up in a sheltered home and was impressed by his bravado and confidence. We helped each other out whenever possible, and spent four years partying and studying. It was the best time of my life. He came from money and never wanted for anything. I on the other hand worked two jobs and relied on a scholarship to get me through. I worked hard at accomplishing my goal of being a doctor, while he coasted by on his family name. I was envious but I knew in the end all my hard work would provide me the same affluence he was born in to.
We had the same professor for one of our classes and to say he was hard was an understatement. Even Bobby’s name couldn’t guarantee a solid grade from this guy and we hit the books harder than ever before. After weeks of frustration and humiliation at the hands of this professor Bobby seemed to give up, he talked of living of his trust fund and giving up college al together. I was able to talk him out of the idea, but he seemed discouraged. The final for the class would account for fifty percent of the grade and I worked hard. One day in the middle of our study session Bobby produced a copy of the final. I sat shocked and nervous at the prospect of cheating. I immediately refused, but Bobby convinced me it would be the only way to insure our passing. I reluctantly agreed.
It was a Tuesday when I was told I was being kicked out. Bobby was given another chance because his family name. I lost everything I worked so hard for. Years later I was thumbing through the want ads when a national talk show came on the television, imagine my shock when Bobby appeared giving medical advice to the audience, they actually gave him his own show. I was both furious and defeated. I decided I needed to get back on my feet, and how better than to do it with his money.
I was able to reach him through an old school friend of ours; he seemed nervous on the phone but eventually agreed to meet me. Upon our meeting he seemed genuinely sorry for what had happened. I made a story of well I was doing and he should not feel responsible for what occurred. I invited him back to my place for drinks and he happily agreed. He was never one to turn down a drink. A perplexed look came over his face as we drove up to my humble home. He turned to ask me something when I produced the XXXX. His eyes widened as I instructed him to keep quiet.
I led him to my basement and tied his hands behind his back. I secured the rope tightly in several knots to insure he would not escape. He looked at me with wonder and fear. I
pushed him down onto a mattress and began my handy work on his legs. I tied him tight and secure. He began to plead with me, but I did not want to hear it. I XXXX a bandana between his teeth and tied his off on the back of his head. He struggled, angry now that he couldn’t talk his way out of this. I secured a strip of strong duct tape over his already gagged mouth. I held the XXXX to him and set the camera. He pleaded and struggled, but it was no use. I carefully made sure his family received the photo along with my money demands. It hit the news like wild fire. A well respected doctor and television personality had been XXXX. I went to the police and volunteered to aid in the search. His family was so pleased with my heart felt worry for him. I would help all day and then return to my captive at night.
Finally the family made a television plea for his safe return and told the XXXX they would pay anything. I volunteered to be the drop guy. The police tried to talk me out of it. I convinced them that he was my good friend and I would do anything to get him back. The XXXX had set up a place and time near the airport. I was to drop the money in a lockbox. He was strict that I was not to wear a wire, and I let the police know I was fine with this, as long as Bobby was safe.
Before the drop I made my way back to Bobby’s grunts and kicks. He struggled and screamed through his gag as I blinded him with another bandana. It was almost over I assured him, anyways he was beginning to smell a bit. He kicked at me and I was off. I made my way to the lockbox and placed the empty bag there. The money itself was safely hidden in the bathroom stall a few feet away.
I went back to the police station and waited with them and they waited for their team to contact them. They had the entire place surrounded. After several hours of no response they sent me home. I checked on Bobby one last time and caught my cab to airport. I flew into Mexico and was met by him; the professor that years ago that had me expelled. He embraced me and we went back to the hotel to celebrate our victory over the great doctor. The professor had been fired over the incident for protesting Bobby’s continuation with his studies. We talked for years after that and found out we had more in common than I once thought. We celebrated all night; he really was a hard professor.
The End
Bobby played by Mickey O'Shea Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production;01/27/2010
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Shoping Spree by John
25 photos
Shopping Spree
by John
I had just returned home from shopping at the Galleria. It was a blast. I got a bunch of clothes for cheap! (It’s amazing what you can get when stores are getting rid of their fall lines to make room for the winter line.) I wanted to try on all my new clothes again and was trying to make outfits and decide what I was gonna wear out to the bar tonight when all of a sudden I heard “Don’t move!”
I turned around and this large man was standing there. I felt a little self conscious because I was just standing there in my boxers. He said, “I’ve been following you all day kid” which surprised me. “You’re about my son’s size boy, and well, I can’t afford to buy him all these nice clothes so I’m just gonna borrow them from you!” In the predicament I was in, I didn’t see how I would have a problem with this.
“But I ain’t just gonna walk out of here with these clothes, cuz I can’t have you callin’ the police once I leave.” And with that he took out some rope from his back pocket and tied my arms behind my back and my feet together, grabbed the bandana out of his other pocket, shoved it in my mouth, and then threw me on the bed.
“Now let’s see here….we have some Eddie Bauer, Abercrombie, Gap…excellent choices boy!” He began gathering all my bags together. I had just spent my entire paycheck on all those clothes and I wasn’t going to have some man just take them from me. I started twisting and turning and trying to break out of the rope, but I couldn’t get it too budge at all.“MMMMmmrrrrrpphh” I yelled out, but it was even barely audible to me.
“WOW, you a feisty one kid, can’t leave you like that and have you fall off the bed, so let’s just add a bit more rope to keep you secure” And with that, he rolled me onto my stomach and tied my hands back to my feet. Now I had seen something like this before on one of those magazine covers at the corner porn store, but now here I was a picture perfect model for one of those magazines.
I tried and tried, but I just couldn’t budge any of the ropes to make them looser.
*SLAM* I turned to look at what that noise was, and while I had been distracted with trying to get loose, the man had finally left with my clothes in hand. I was pissed! There goes all my money for the month and my clothes that I needed.After I had been left alone for a couple of minutes I realized that I lived alone and how in the hell would anyone find me, and more important WHO would find me like this? I hope it wasn’t my next door neighbor who I knew hated little twink boys like myself, because I’m sure he would say “You deserve it!” and just leave me helpless. Only time will tell, who will come to my rescue.
The end
The Victim played by Patrick
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 07/17/2003
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XXXXped Brad by Justin
30 photos; 2:17 video
Bradley York is a very rich boy, or should I say his Father is a very rich man. He owns the bank and runs the Country Club. I use to work at the bank until the elder York fired me for coming to work drunk after lunch. I vowed to get my revenge. I took my time for I knew I was going to XXXX his preppy arrogant son for a million bucks. "Revenge is a dish best served cold" a motto I am now living.
I joined the Gym Brad belonged to. I knew I could get into his locker during his workout to get a clay mold of his house key. Finally the evening, a friday had gotten here. Tonight was indeed the night. I watch Brad drive in expensive Mercedes into his garage, step out in his hand made wing tip shoes from Harrod's in London. His perfect dark grey suit and starched shirt. He looked like a male model from GQ mag. His highlited blonde hair blowing in the evening breeze.
I waited another half hour thinking Brad would change and get confortable. I pulled on my ski mask placed the key in the lock, bingo I was in. I moved slowly towards the living room, where I startled Brad lying on the sofa. Clad only in his bloxers and short white gym sox, he yelled "Who the fuck are you, get the fuck out out here I am going to call the police." "Bravo" I exclaimed producing my XXXX. "Now pretty boy shut the fuck up or I will blow your nuts off, understand?" "You utter a sound and your nutless" Brad was a "ladies Man" screwing every piece of trim that walked. "Now Blondie, I want you to stand up raise your hands" He did as told, tears in his eyes.
"Now STRIP," I barked, "Get those grey boxers off your cute straight arse, don't forget those white sox, boy. I wanted to see your vertical, smiling crack" Brad slowly stood and bent over an removed all of his clothing. I was wishing he still had his suit on. "OK, Naked dude I am going to tie you the fuck up. "Why are you doing this?, do you know who my father is! Can't we talk this over?" "Yes Brad, I do know who your father is that's why I am XXXX you for a one million dollar ransom." His mouth dropped open. "I don't want to hurt you but I will if you dad doesn't pay up."I finished tying the ropes and then gagged him. I liked seeing his prick just hanging there waiting for some attention. I took my dick out and started wanking it just to see Brad's reaction. He started to squim but tied tightly like I had him Brad was not going anyplace. I knew I had to move him to my Van. I had backed it up to his garage door so when I opened it, I could just dump this naked preppy in the back and split.
Brad rolled around his rug giving me many visuals treats, My dick was rock hard and I knew I must toss myself off before I moved him. Had to be careful of leaving any DNA for the Cop's to find. I had seen too many CSI'S on TV. I knew the drill so to speak. I picked up Brad's white sox and smelled it. A sex filled aroma of feet and cotton his my nose. I placed Brad's sox over my 9 inch dick (That I knew would find it's way up Brad's virgin cherry-hole later) and wanked and jerked it off, moaning as I did it seeing Brad lying, naked and bound and gagged at my feet. I shot a load that filled his sox. I scooped up his other sox and boxers and stuffed them in my levi's leaving Brad's sox on my still throbbing dick as I zipped myself up.
Ok, Brad we are going on a little trip. I grabbed Brad's cell phone so he could make the Ransom call him self. Begging his Dad to pay the money to avoid being castrated. I went to his jewelry box and grabbed all his rings and four watches. I took a Gucci suitcase and picked five suits and five pairs of size 11 d shoes as I knew we wore ther same size. His silk boxer shorts were next as his silk over the calf black socks plus five silk ties plus shirts. After he paid the Million in small bills, I was going to hire a plane to take me to Belize in Cental America. I could live very well there knowing the USA had no treaty to extridite me. I hoped the Ransom would take several days as I wanted to "explore Brad's sexuality" and see how many time I could make the Blonde CUM!The End
Brad played by Mike
Photography by CaitiffDATE OF Production: 04/12/2005
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The Border Guard by Caitiff
25 photos; 2:56 video
Leska had always said he wished his job hadn't been so boring. Standing patrol between his own country of Imbalsk and neighbouring Angora was pointless. The two countries had had peaceful relations for decades. The only excitement that the border had ever seen was during the cold war when spies from both sides would cross over, only to discover that there was nothing in either country worth spying on. Border guards like Leska didn’t even ask for passports anymore.
So it came a sa complete surprise when a car pulled up to his post and the driver and two other men grabbed him! Leska didn't’ even have time to say anything before his hands were tied behind his back and tape used to blindfold and gag the astonished guard.
Leska then spent an uncomfortable hour or more (he had no way to tel time) in the trunk while the men drove around. Eventually the car stopped and Leska was pulled out from the trunk, led down inside someplace and down stairs and XXXX onto what felt like a bed or large couch. Leska’s legs were then tied at the knees and ankles.
Bound and gagged, Leska could do nothing but listen as his XXXXs spoke in a strange accent. It sounded like English but it had been years Leska had learned the language in school and they were whispering which didn’t help. However, what he could make out was XXXXs and smuggle.
Leska heard some commotion that made him think he was alone and so took a chance by beginning to struggle. He rolled around on the bed and twisted in his ropes. But to no avail. The bindings were tight. if anything, he had made his bondage even tighter as it not bit into his wrists. Despite himself, Leska grunted into his gag. Fortunately he heard his XXXXs comeback in the room before they could see his vain attempt at escape.“Ok we stick to the plan”, Leska made out one of them saying in English. “You watch this guy.”
Leska still couldn't’ figure out what was going on. Were these guys actually going ot smuggle XXXXs into the country? Why bother with the border crossing? There were plenty of places anyone with a decent knowledge of the land could cross from Angora to Imbalsk without anyone knowing. The goat herders did it all the time. But as he listened to the few snatches of conversation between his captors, Leska got the impression that these men were none too bright.
Leska felt his short being unbuttoned. He grunted in protest not that it did any good. Were they going to take advantage of his helpless condition? Soon Leska was bare chested. However rather then molest him, whomever was undoing his clothing, tried to kepi going, as if he was trying to strip Leska of his clothes without untying him first. Suddenly Leska could hear another voice yell, “What are you doing?”
“Don't’ we need his uniform?”
“No we don’t. This was a bust. There were no XXXXs. This whole stinking country blows.”
“What about him?”
Leska trembled a she waited for the answer.“Leave him. Somebody may find him eventually.
And so Leska was left alone. He eventually manage dot get the tape off of his eyes though he had no such luck with his gag. He was in a dank basement. desperately Leska moaned for help. It seemed like hours before some teenagers found him.
Cruelly ripping off the tape from Leska’s mouth.
“What the hell happened to you, they asked to which Leska quickly gave his story.
“And so no one knows you’re even here?”, one of the teenagers asked. Leska didn’t notice the gleam in his eye when he asked that.
“No. No one has any idea where I am. Untie me now!”
But Leska wasn't’ untied. Instead he was re-gagged with his tie.
The teenagers had decided that finding a helpless border guard tied up and gagged was just too exciting to pass up. Just because the XXXX hadn't taken advantage of Leska didn't’ mean these kids wouldn’t.
Leska did eventually get free. Much much later.The End
Leska played by Nathan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/18/2008
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The Very Bad Plan
43 photos; 6:16 video
Craig tries to out Slade Slade.
Model: Craig
Model & Photographer: Slade
Date of Production: 07/30/2013 -
Nabbed by Caitiff
22 photos
It was already dark when Jeff finally got done with soccer practice. The handsome dark haired college student had been getting home later and later each night, with both soccer practice and a full class load. At least he didn't have to worry about a job, Jeff thought, his parents were loaded and paid for everything so he could concentrate on school.
Jeff was pretty tired as he trudged up the walk to his apartment. So tired that he didn't notice that all the security lights seemed to be out. Jeff didn't notice the two men waiting for him in the bushes, either, until they rushed out and grabbed him.
"What the..Mmmmph!" Was all Jeff could say before one of the men clamped his hand tightly over Jeff's mouth."Keep quiet!" One of the men commanded," Do what we say and you won't get hurt, rich boy!"
Overpowered, Jeff could only do as the men commanded. Quickly, Jeff found himself being shoved into the back of the car, XXXX to the floor. The car, along with Jeff and his XXXXs, quickly sped into the night.
"Mmmmm!", Jeff moaned for the hundredth time, trying to get the attention of his XXXXs.
After a long drive, Jeff was taken to a run down apartment building in the bad part of town. Told to sit on a mangy bed in one of the rooms, Jeff was soon being tied up. Rope was wound tightly around his hands, knees and feet. Then a piece of blue tape was slapped over Jeff's face, sealing his mouth.
That was last night. Jeff had spent several uncomfortable hours, twisting his body, trying to get loose without his XXXXs noticing. But it wasn't working. Jeff was in excellent shape, but all the muscles in the world didn't help without leverage. And the ropes would not budge. The XXXXs knew their knots.
So all Jeff could do was lay on the bed, unable to get to XXXX, while his XXXXs, who always had stockings over faces when he saw them, stayed in another room.
Once again, Jeff let out as loud a moan as he could. Maybe if he could talk to the men, he could get them to let him go. Or at least convince them to get him some food.
The XXXXs entered, faces covered with stockings as always.
"Mmmmpht! Mmmm-mmm" Jeff pleaded as much as he could through his gag, but the XXXXs didn't seem to care.
"Shut up!" one replied.
The two men then took out a piece of paper with the words "1,000,000 or else" written on it. The paper was put on top of Jeff. The XXXXs then took out a cam corder and started recording.
"We have your son," One of the XXXXs said, threateningly," If you want to see him again, you will not go the police, you will give one million dollars in small bills. Instructions on where to leave the money will be given later. You will have one day to hand over the money after the instructions are given....or else we kill your son!"
As the cam-corder was turned off, the other XXXX asked, "Why not kill him now? We're going to do it anyway.
"Mmmmm!" Jeff gave a desperate cry.
"Not in front of the kid, moron! And we need to have proof he's alive if they ask."
The XXXXs left the room, leaving Jeff to await his fate
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Another day passed. Other then to use the bathroom once in the morning, Jeff remained bound and gagged. And even then, only his hands had been untied. His feet were kept tied and the tape stayed fixed to his mouth. His XXXXs had not seen fit to feed Jeff.
Weak with hunger and thirst and sore from the ropes that cut off circulation in his hands and feet, Jeff could only lie still.
Suddenly one of the XXXXs entered the room, holding a large knife.
"My partner says we need to keep you alive until we get the money, but I think we don't need you anymore."
"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmm!" Jeff could only shake his head frantically as the man came closer with the knife in hand. Then, just as Jeff was sure he wasn't going to make it, the man was pulled away by his partner, who also XXXX the knife out of his hand.
"I ...TOLD... YOU... WE... WAIT!" the other XXXX screamed at his murderous partner, hitting him brutally in the jaw with each word. he then dragged the second XXXX from the room. Jeff was left alone again.
The next morning, the XXXXs had to go out together to make sure their instructions were being. Jeff was given a bathroom break, then fed a cold burger and a glass of water, the first thing he had eaten in days. They then hog-tied Jeff to make sure he didn't try hopping away.
When he was sure the XXXXs had gone, Jeff began to struggle against the ropes with all his strength. Twisting and rolling back and forth, Jeff knew this was probably his last chance to get free. But try as he might, he couldn't break free.
In desperation, Jeff even tried to yell for help though his gag. But if there was anyone nearby, they either didn't hear or didn't care.
Jeff's heart jumped into his throat when he heard the door open and the XXXXs come in. Then Jeff's heart began racing as the murderous XXXX entered the room, wielding his large knife.
"Just a few more hours!" He gloated and left. Jeff had never been more terrified in his life.
Those few hours passed like days to Jeff. Frantically he continued to struggle against his bondage as much as he could without alerting the XXXXs. When it was time for the XXXXs to leave again to pick up their money, the boss XXXX blindfolded Jeff.
"You can do him when we get back. This way he won't see it coming."
The XXXXs left again. And as before, Jeff vainly fought his bondage. Much too soon though, Jeff heard the outer door open and some walk into his room. They put their hands on Jeff, tugging at the ropes.
"Mmmmmmmpht! Mmmpphhmmmm! Mmm Mmm!" Jeff cried through his gag in a panic. Suddenly, his blindfold was taken off. It took a few seconds for Jeff's eyes to focus.
But it wasn't one of the XXXXs about to do him in, it was a policeman! The policemen removed the tape from Jeff's mouth.
"Are you all right?" Jeff was asked. Jeff gave a weak nod, happier then he had been before his entire life.
It was later that Jeff had learned his neighbor had seen his XXXX and gotten the XXXX's license plate number. Jeff was saved and his XXXXs were given very long prison sentences.
The End
Photography-Caitiff
Model-Matt
You can see more of Matt at My Friends Feet
Date of Production: 12/27/2001
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Bed Buddies pt 2
40 photos; 3:05 video
Cont'd from "Part One"
Starring: PatrickAlso Starring: John
Videography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/23/2005
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Wheeled In
20 photos; 4:59 video
Bound Guy played by Vladimir
Bad Guy played by Sammy
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 4/26/2019
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Two Tight
20 photos; 2:30 video
Model: Adam
Model: Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff
ddate of Production: 04/23/2019 -
Muzzled
18 photos; 3:59 video
BoundGuy played by Cole
Bad Guy played by Chad
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 11/30/2013
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Stored Away
28 photos; 5:18 video
Model: Uriah
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 10/14/2011
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Got Your Back by Cryptococcus
23 photos; 3:07 video
Ben and Todd were recreational XXXX users, but not dealers. Ben, especially, was always on the lookout for some good blow, even though it sometimes took him far from the gentle neighborhood where the young men lived. Stating that he planned to clean the joint up, Todd had willingly emptied both his wallet and his pockets and antied up his car keys that Saturday morning so Ben could go make a score for the both of them.
True to his word, as soon as Ben left, Todd got out the floor sweeper and threw all the windows open. After a while, he decided the autumn breezes were uncomfortably cool, but the joint DID need airing out . . . so he shrugged into a warm vest and resumed his chores.
Todd decided he'd get the living room and the kitchen, and it was Ben's turn for the bathroom. At least, Todd thought it was, but he wasn't too sure.
Todd heard the door opening and without looking up, said, "Yo, bro. What'd you get?"
"Uh, Todd," said Ben, in a way that made Todd look up.
Behind and slightly to the side of Ben was a man wearing grease-stained jeans, engineer's boots, and a muscle tee. The man's arms and what Ben could see of the man's chest were covered in tattoos.
"What's up?" asked Todd.
Then Ben stepped aside, At the same time, the stranger gave Ben a push with a hand in the middle of his back that sent Ben sprawling artlessly on the floor.
"Oh, fuck," said Todd. "Wait a minute. What the shit's going down here."
"Shut your trap," ordered the man. He was looking around the house,
Todd saw the man's narrowed pupils, and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck spring erect. Slowly, he raised his hands.
"That's right," said the man. "You," he pointed at Todd, "on the couch." He turned to Ben, who was still on the floor. "And you run fetch that clothesline I see in your back yard. Pull any shit, and it's your friend's funeral."
"Uh, yes," said Ben, and he scrabbled on his elbows and knees for the door.
"What is it you want?" asked Todd. He saw the stranger watching Ben through the back door.
"I want the rest of your roll," said the man. "I saw what your buddy was flashing, and with that kind of dough, I knew there'd either be more of it, or I'd find some really good stash here."
"We don't have anything here," said Ben. "Todd had all our money, He was supposed to go score for us this morning."
Todd appeared. In his haste, he had ripped down all three clothesline segments and returned with them, clothespins and all. With his eyes wide, he dropped them at the strangers feet.
"You, too," the man said, "on the couch."
Todd nervously took his place beside Ben. Both men watched as the tattooed guy knelt to slice the clothesline into manageable pieces.
"What you gonna do to us?" asked Ben.
"Gonna tie you up, and maybe gonna beat the shit outta you if you don't tell me where your stash and cash are right now!"
"Crap, man. I already told you. We ain't got no stash, and Todd had all the dough we could scrounge up."
"For your sake," said the man, "that better not be so." He pointed the XXXX at Todd. "Stand up," he ordered, "and put your hands behind your back."
Minutes later, Todd and Ben were bound at wrists and ankles. Ben sat on the edge of the couch, with fight or flight resounding within him with the adrenaline that thrummed in his veins. It was a totally helpless feeling, and it peaked when the stranger pulled an old sock between Ben's teeth and used the last of a roll of duct tape to gag Todd. Then the man left the room.
Todd, to Ben's amazement, then came to his feet and hopped over to the door. Ben heard the tattooed man rummaging around in the kitchen, and he hopped over to his roommate. Ben then shook his head. Count on Todd to be anal retentive, he thought. Todd had secured the safety chain before dumping the clothesline on the floor.
Then Todd had an idea. He turned his back to Ben and touched the other man's bound hands, asking, imploring his assistance, but Ben's vest was pulled down over his bound wrists, and there was little that the other man could do.
"Ya'll ain't got shit in the fridge," called the man from the kitchen. Then he returned and found the two men at the door. He was instantly annoyed. "Okay," he said. "You two dumb shits get down on the floor right this instant. I'm gonna turn this place upside down, and I ain't gonna have you wandering around while I do it!"
He then roped Ben and Todd together, back-to-back.
Ben and Todd then watched as the man carted out their possessions. Then they heard the sound of Ben's car start up. As the sound of the motor dwindled in the distance, Todd heard Ben say something. It was muffled by the sock gag, but it sounded a lot like, "This is all your fault, you dumbass."
And Todd, for once, had to agree, but there was no way he was ever going to admit it to Ben.The End
Todd played by Sammy
Ben played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/02/2006
