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I had a great time at summer camp this year. This year it was a dude ranch my parents shipped me off too.My friends and I had a blast riding horses, swimming, and learning how to swing a lasso.Everything was going great until the counselor assigned to our bunk began his power trip.
His name was Todd.He was fresh out of college and thought he was Gods gift to the world. He made it a point to dress in full cowboy garb everyday on the ranch. He had a strong southern accent. Todd had grown up nearby and spent his summers off of school teaching the kids lasso tricks and how to rope steers.This guy was really something, at least in his mind he was. He had been assigned lead counselor to my bunk and took it very seriously.
Todd made it a habit to make sure we all knew he was in charge.He liked to bark orders and push us around when female counselors were around.Slowly but surely the entire bunk began to loath him.One afternoon after the jerk went off on one of his trips we got together and decided we needed to put him in his place.
Todd had the biggest crush on one particular counselor named Susie.Susie had he flirted all summer but never found the time to hook up. We started with a note taped to Todds locker asking him to meet Susie in the woods.Todd seemed so siked all afternoon it was almost pathetic.My bunk mates and I hid in the woods as we saw Todd approach.The plan was simple we would all jump out to scare him and tie him up so we could have a little fun.Todd approached and we all jumped out.The funny thing is the tough guy was so startled from suprise he fainted.I couldnt beleive it this was going to be easier than I thought.
We managed to get Todd tied to the tree just as he came to.We had tied the ropes around his torso and tree tightly to keep him from falling over when he was still out cold.As he came too he realized what had happenednd beagn to cuss to high heaven."You little bastmmmppphhh", he yelled.Well at least he tried till we cleave gagged his big mouth tight.The bandanna spread his lips and squeezed his cheeks. He tried hard to speak but all that came out was spit and grunts.
After a while he was able to free himself from the tree while we watched from a distance, just as he was getting loose we tackled him and tied his legs up tight.The ropes tightly hugged his body, he couldnt get loose, not for lack of trying. Poor Todd struggled hard.He squirmed and grunted endlessly but to no avail.This guy was going to be tied a while.After making sure he would be able to free himself was all ran back to camp and had the run of our bunk, at least for an hour.Todd eventually was able to free himself.After that he was the nicest guy in the world, who knew?
The End
Todd played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/30/2004
43 photos; 5:25 video
Chuck hated being on the road for work. Living out of a suitcase in motels got to be a real pain after about a week, but at least the company paid for his gas and meals, so he actually came out ahead at the end of the month. Sometimes he had dinner and a few drinks with clients at the end of the day, but usually he ended up alone after work, bored and with nothing to do but watch cable.
This was one of those nights. He didn't know anyone in town, so he'd just grabbed some Arby's after his last meeting, and headed back to the motel. He decided a nice hot shower would feel good, so he stripped and turned it on full-blast. Ahhhh...that feels great, he thought, as the water pulsed against his nicely-toned body. As he started to towel off, he heard an odd sound from the bedroom. Turning quickly, he was shocked to see a shadowy figure facing him.
"What the...", Chuck sputtered.
"Hands up," the figure growled, "and shut up!"
Chuck noticed the XXXX in the intruder's hand, and wisely decided not to try to raise an alarm. He had seen in the local paper just that morning that there had been a series of motel robberies in the area, but it had never even occurred to him that he could be a victim. The story said that each of the 3 previous victims had been men, and that none of them had been harmed, though they had been bound and gagged, sometimes for a whole day, before they were discovered. The story ran through Chuck's head as he stood facing the masked figure who stood next to his bed.
"Come on over here, champ", the man said, gesturing with the XXXX. "No heroics or you'll be sorry."
"OK, take it easy," Chuck said, trying to sound calm. "My wallet's over there on the dresser."
"You mean this?" the intruder said, holding up Chuck's wallet. "Just take it and go."
"Yeah, I don't think so. Hands behind your back."
Chuck obeyed sheepishily, and grimaced as he felt the man loop a long length of rope around his wrists, cinching it and knotting it so that his hands were locked together as tightly as if they were handcuffed. Chuck glanced down at the bed, where he saw a small backpack lying open. He could see coils of rope in the backpack.
"Sit!"
Chuck sat on the edge of the bed while the XXXXman knelt in front of him and tied his ankles together as tightly as his wrists. He then added more rope around Chuck's knees, and once his legs were bound together, he grabbed Chuck's shoulder and flipped him up onto the bed. Chuck watched as he reached into the bag and pulled out a bandanna. Chuck knew he was about to be gagged.
"Please, you don't have to ga...ummmpphh!"
Chuck's plea was cut off as the cloth was tied tightly into his mouth, pulling painfully on the corners of his lips as the knot dug into the back of his neck.
Chuck felt so helpless and exposed. The soggy towel he had wrapped around his waist had loosened when he was thrown onto the bed. He knew any movement at all would make the towel fall away, exposing his nude body to this stranger. Oddly, a strange thrill ran through Chuck's body as he felt dominated and controlled by this stranger, and he was horrified to feel his cock begin to harden. Although he was proud of his sexual equipment, he was totally embarrassed to have it observed, and possibly XXXX, by a strange man. Chuck lay as still as he could, hoping the towel would continue to hide his private parts.
The intruder had his back turned to Chuck as he rifled through his wallet and suit pockets.
Suddenly, he turned to face his captive.
"Two hundred bucks and a cheap watch. Hardly worth my time and effort."
Fear ran through Chuck when he realized that he might be in danger by not having enough to satisfy the robber.
The intruder stood for a minute in silence, staring down at his bound and gagged prey.
"Hmmmm....you got a hot body, you know that, pal?"
Chuck grunted in surprise. What the hell??
The stranger sat on the opposite side of the bed to where Chuck lay tied and helpless. With a quick movement of his hand, he whipped the towel off.
"Oh yeah....real hot!"
Chuck moaned as the assailant reached into his bag and pulled out more rope and a wide roll of white duct tape.
Chuck moaned as the intruder sat behind him and he heard the stripping sound of the white adhesive tape being pulled from the roll. His captor pressed the end of the tape over Chuck's cleave-gagged mouth, then wrapped it around his head three times. Each wrap felt tighter and tighter on Chuck's face, and his garbled moans were now completely silenced by the tight gag. The only sound he could make was a low growl from his chest which became an unintelligible grunt by the time it reached his sealed-up lips.
After reinforcing his gag, the stranger roughly pushed Chuck face down onto the bed.
Suddenly, a hand was on Chuck's firm ass cheeks, kneading and massaging them like a pair of ripe melons. Chuck felt humiliated...he couldn't believe how a few coils of rope, a bandanna, and some tape could make him totally helpless.
Suddenly, he heard the ripping sound of the tape coming off the roll again. His chin was grabbed from behind, and a strip of tape was plastered over his eyes, blindfolding him. Chuck whimpered as his sight was taken away. Now he was completely helpless.
"Pretty, very pretty", the man said creepily, sending a chill up Chuck's spine.
His shoulders were grabbed and he was flipped over onto his back, his half-hard cock rising from his groin. Chuck groaned as a hand gripped his shaft and began stroking it.
Chuck was a horny young man, and although he was straight, any touching of his cock was sure to arouse him. Within about a minute he was rock-hard, and it only took a few more minutes of the hand job before he shot a huge load.
It coated his cockhead and soaked his pubes as the hand massaged the hot cream back onto his body.
As Chuck lay there, feeling a combination of humiliation and lust, he felt more rope being worked around his chest and shoulders. He was flipped back onto his belly, and the ropes were pulled around his back, while his legs were raised and attached to the ends, putting him into a snug hogtie.
He felt the intruder rise from the bed, then heard the click of the television being turned on. Chuck groaned as the horrific sound of "American Idol" filled the room, knowing that any pathetic moans he made would be drowned out easily.
"Have a good night, Handsome," he heard, and then the opening and shutting of the door.
Chuck lay there, dazed, and recalled the newspaper article he had read that morning. Evidently, the reporter had had the good taste to leave out the more sordid details.
Chuck played by Charlie
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/10/2009
Chuck played by Charlie Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/10/2009
24 photos; 5:01 video
Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/07/2018
26 photos; 3:07 video
It was just another ordinary day at the Boundguys Manor. I was buy amusing myself with a book of old bondage photos. As I thumbed through the pages alot of fond memories slowly surfaced. Like most of my thoughts they involve hot guys in various states of undress bound and gagged. Lost in my daydreams it did not take long for my head to slump down as I drifted off to XXXX.
I don't know how long I slept but when I finally woke up; some one had duct taped me to the chair I was XXXX in. They had wrapped the sticky duct tape in thick layers around my shoulders aand chest, my waist and my arms and feet. Whoever had done it was certain to wrap many layers around me so that it was impossible to break free.
I strained against the tape but had no success, I flexed and tried to sXXXX the layers in twain still no effect. Whoever had caught me had done a good job. I heard somebody move behind me and I twisted in the sticky duct tape to try and see who it was. I knew it had to be one of the other guys as we had been tying each other up since Caitiff and myself first got the new house to run the website out of.
Before I could get a good look at whoever it was a meaty hand clamped down hard over my mouth. MMpphh!! I struggled and writhed in the tape and strained until it felt like I was going to tear myself apart but I could not shake the hand that XXXX my mouth shut. MMpphh,MMPPHH, mmmhhhp!
Finaly the hand realeased and I looked up into more duct tape being peeled off of a thick silver roll. My assailant stretched it over my mouth and wrapped it around and around my head. I pulled and twisted in the chair and tried to kick my legs out in front of me but whoever had caught me aXXXX had also securely wrapped, duct tape around my feet and the chair's base.I was completely immobilized.
Then the last thing I remeber was here the sound of more duct tape peeling off the roll. The last piece of duct tape was smeared across my eyes and everything went black. Even though I could not see anything I could feel the same hands sliding and groping all over my body. They rubbed along my chest and legs while I struggled deliciously against the tight, sticky, silver restraints. MMMppphh? MMmPPpHHh!!? Whoever had gagged me was enjoying rubbing my cock and thighs.
I pulled so hard against the duct tape that the chair rolled a few feet. I tried pulling one arm with all my migh then the other; even though the chair creaked alarmingly the duct tape held. I flexed my thighs and strained my back arching it up against the tape no success. A thin sheen of sweat coatedmy body by the time I was to exhausted to continue struggling. Every thing was still dark and I could feel the hands rubbing all over me. Then the hands began shaking me vigorously!
Sammy, wake up.Sammy! Sammy! Wake up!
I yawned and stretched as Caitiff roused me from my XXXX. "You must have been having a pretty good dream."
"Yeah, I was." I responded.
"Was it the bondage one again?"
"It is always the bondage one." I laughed. "Is it time for another shoot?"
"Yeah, you get to put Andre in the ropes today."
"Andre, was always one of my favorites. I think I will use duct tape."
The end
Sammy played by Himself
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/16/2006
20 photos
Terry blinked his eyes at the morning sun as he walked across the employee parking lot. The bright sun hurt his eyes and made him feel even more tired after working sixteen long hours in the hospital. All Terry wanted to do now was to get back to his apartment and then fall to down on his nice soft bed so poor Terry was already XXXX-walking as he opened the back of his old hatchback and bent over to put his carry-bag inside.
“Ouch!”
Suddenly something stung Terry right in his butt. Terry reached back and felt around with his hands until he felt a small feathered dart sticking into his scrub pants. Terry pulled out the dart and looked at it. “Where did this come from?”
Then both of Terry’s legs felt like they were going to XXXX and the parking lot began to spin all around his head. Strong hands grabbed Terry by his arms and began to push him toward another car.
The next thing Terry knew he was lying down in a back seat while those hands wrapped him up in ropes, tied a big old bandanna over his eyes, and then wedged a thick roll of bandanna between his lips to stop Terry’s complaining about the harsh treatment he was receiving.
Terry must have dozed off for awhile after that because the next thing he knew he was on his feet again and being pushed through the blindfolded darkness by those strong hands. And then those hands held him close to a really strong body and warm lips whispered into Terry’s ear.
“Let’s get this straight. I am the Man and you are the Meat. You give me any trouble and I'm going to chop you down. You got that Meat?”
Terry moaned into his gag. He wasn't Meat. He was a highly-trained Nurse’s Aide and he had his diploma to show it. But the Man didn't seem to care who or what Terry was as he pushed the young Nurse down onto his knees on the hard floor.
“Do we understand one another?” the Man growled at Terry.
Terry moaned into his gag. He didn't know what he was supposed to say.
“I'm talking to you, Meat!”
Terry almost screamed as the Man grabbed him roughly and pushed him down onto the floor. Then his strong hands and hard body began attacking Terry’s trembling body in all sorts of ways. Terry flinched and begged into his mouthful of cotton for the Man to stop, but the Man wouldn't stop and with his eyes covered by the bandanna, poor Terry couldn't tell where the next attack on his body was going to be.
Suddenly the Man ripped the blindfold off of Terry’s eyes, blinding him with the bright lights in the room. And then he jammed his elbow up against Terry’s throat. “Do you believe me when I tell you that I will hurt you if you give me any trouble?”
Terry whimpered. None of his training had prepared him for this.
Then the Man’s strong hands closed around Terry’s throat. “Do you believe me?”
“Yes…! Yes, I believe you. Please don't hurt me any more,” Terry begged as he worked his lips and his tongue against the soggy wedge of bandanna and hoped that the Man could understand the strange sounds that were coming out of his mouth.
“That’s better! Now give me those feet!” The Man demanded.
Terry surrendered his feet to the Man and tried not to flinch while the scary character began wrapping rope really tightly around Terry’s ankles.
Then the Man pounced on Terry again, and again he shut off Terry’s breathing with his strong arm while he hissed into Terry’s face. “That’s right, Meat. You just keep doing everything I tell you. Then maybe, just maybe when this is all over I'm going to let you go home with all of your body parts.”
By now Terry’s whole body was trembling and he couldn't stop the little whimpering sounds that he was making behind the bandanna wedged into his mouth. This guy was crazy, really crazy!
“Okay Meat, time for some pictures.” The Man grabbed Terry and pushed him up on the couch. Then he made Terry sit up straight so that everybody could see the poster he had plastered to Terry’s chest. Then he backed off and started flashing his camera at Terry.
“You see Meat, it’s like this. You got a very important person on your floor, somebody we would really like to get close to. So we're going to persuade your Nurse buddies to be someplace else when we make our move.”
Oh no, Terry couldn't let that happen!
“Of course, if your buddies don't want to cooperate tonight,” the camera flashed again. “Then we're going to send them one of your little parts every night until they decide to play it our way.”
“My body parts…!” Terry screamed inside his head.
“Yea, won't that be fun?”
And then the Man laughed and laughed.
THE END
Terry played by George
The Man played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/17/2006
21 photos; 4:05 video
Model: Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/21/2013
20 photos; 5:12 video
Dean played by Himself
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/06/2018
21 photos
Model: Arturo
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/24/2008
24 photos; 2:56 video
Model: Darien Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 02/04/2009
30 photos; 3:58 video
Dave had just joined the fraternity a few weeks before. Everything was going well during rush week. He showed up on time, took care of what he was expected to do. He was courteous and a model prospective member. Things were great, he was ushered in and all was well.
If David had been doing his chores when the other fraternity snuck in, he'd have been able to call campus police. As it stood, however, he
was XXXX on the job and the other guys decided to take advantage of the situation.
They snuck in through the kitchen door, wearing dark clothes and ski masks. They dug through their bags and pulled out a bunch of rope, having planned for this sort of complication. They then snuck into the main room of the house, found Dave lying there, and started trussing him up!
Being such a heavy XXXXer, Dave didn't even notice once they were finished binding him. They crept away from him, leaving him to snooze, and grabbed the baseball trophy they were after. On the way out, one of the guys chuckled at him and he began to wake up, seeing their retreating forms heading for the door.
He gasped and began to struggle but the other boys had bound him too tight! There was nothing he could do to prevent them from getting away! His brothers were going to be upset, and how!
David struggled with his bonds while trying to come up with a convincing story to explain his predicament. Unfortunately, he couldn't do both very well and only managed to work up a sweat for himself.
After two hours of wriggling and pulling and desperately trying to come up with a good tale, he heard the front door open. His heart pounded in his chest while he listened to the brothers come in from rugby practice. He knew he was in for it now.
Charlie was the first to say something, even before they found David.
"That lousy good for nothing. He was supposed to clean the house! How long ago did we leave him here? Four hours? Five?" Bill laughed sourly. "I swear, if I find him slacking off I'm going to give him one last chance to save his sorry butt."
Charles agreed and the rest of the guys just laughed. They knew when Bill was angry, he meant business.
"Oh, hey, look what we have here! The slacker himself!" Henry was the first to see David trussed up. The guys all filed in and David's chest went cold inside. How humiliating to be found like this.
"Well, Dave, I see you've been playing around again. Probably had some girl in here who left you tied up to teach you a lesson." David shook his head violently, trying to explain through the gag but it was useless. They either didn't understand him or didn't want to even try.
"Serves you right, you lazy good for nothing," Bill said. "You just lay here for a couple of more hours and think about what you're going to do next time about your chores!" He wiggled a finger at Bill who just looked pathetic. David's eyes pleaded for release, but one by one the brothers took turns whacking him on the ass and wandering off.
Maybe next time he would not be so quick to fall aXXXX on the job.
The End
David played by Nick
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/07/2008
26 photos; 5:28 video
Thad was thrilled to get the callback from the new restaurant. Times were tough, and his freshly-minted MBA in finance was getting him nowhere fast. The new Western-themed restaurant was the best offer he'd had since he graduated. Sure, being a waiter dressed up as a cowboy was a far cry from a corner office on Wall Street, but beggars couldn't be choosers.
Thad was to meet Gary, the HR guy, at the Wagon Wheel. When he got there, he was surprised that he was the only applicant there. He had assumed that all the new hires would be there together.
"Hello?" Thad called out, as he stepped into the quiet restaurant. There were some scaffolds and paint cans scattered around, and the booths were all wrapped up in heavy plastic.
"Thad?" a voice said behind him, causing Thad to jump. "Oh, hi, Gary?"
"Yeah", Gary said, extending his hand to Thad. He was a handsome, tall blond guy dressed in tight blue jeans and a white tank top. "Welcome to the Wagon Wheel."
"Thanks," Thad replied, "Am I the only one here so far?"
"Yep," Gary answered. "Head downstairs, you'll find your uniform laid out on a chair. Wanna make sure everything fits right before opening day. There's a locker down there for your clothes. Put on everything you find and I'll be down in a minute."
"OK", Thad said, turning to the staircase that led downstairs.
When Thad reached the basement, he was surprised to see it was nearly empty. The locker and the chair with his uniform were there, and an old blanket on the floor nearby. Thad quickly stripped down to his bikini briefs, and started dressing in the stuff he found on the chair. A pair of jeans fit him perfectly, though the cut was tight. A nice pair of brown cowboy boots, and a black Stetson were also on the chair, along with a white athletic shirt. Thad looked for a Western style shirt to wear over the wifebeater, but there was none there.
"Looking good!" Gary's voice behind him made Thad jump again. He had a funny way of sneaking up behind you.
"Umm, thanks...but I don't see a shirt", Thad said sheepishly. "You're wearing it!" Gary said, a sly smile on his handsome face.
There was a loud noise from upstairs. Gary looked surprised, then said to Thad, "I'll be right back!"
Thad sat down in the chair, waiting for Gary's return. He heard some voices from upstairs, probably delivery men with more restaurant equipment.
A few minutes went by, and Thad heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He saw Gary's jeans-clad legs, then was shocked to see his face with a hand clamped over his mouth from someone behind him. A third figure followed them. Gary's eyes were wide over the hand that covered his mouth.
Thad's throat froze up and he watched in amazed silence as the 3 men approached. The one handgagging Gary suddenly removed his hand. Gary groaned and slumped to his knees, then sprawled out cold onto the hard floor.
"OK, shithead, if you don't want the same, turn around, put your hands behind your back and keep your trap shut."
Not wanting to be XXXX out, Thad did as he was told. Within seconds, his wrists and arms were tightly tied in white rope. A bandanna was pulled between his teeth as a cleave gag, and knotted tightly behind his neck. Then another bandanna, folded wide, was tied over his mouth. He was roughly pushed onto the old blanket on the floor, and his knees and ankles were quickly tied.
"OK, let's go", one said to the one who had bound and gagged Thad.
"What about this one?", the second one said, gesturing towards Gary.
"We'll be gone before he comes to. Come on!"
The two strangers headed up the stairs, leaving Thad helplessly trussed and gagged and Gary still out cold on the floor.
Thad moaned into the thick cloth gags covering his mouth. He knew the job market was tough, but this was ridiculous!
The End
Thad played by Matt Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/05/2009
22 photos
Model: Rod & Sammy
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 02/07/2006
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The Resident played by Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/07/2018
25 photos; 6:02 video
Model: Beau Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 01/23/2018
27 photos; 7:34 video
Dustin and I had had a big fight a couple days ago when I came home and found that he had left the door unlocked, yet again. I had discussed this with him many times before and he would always say he was sorry but a couple days later I would find it unlocked again. Fortunately, nobody had ever taken advantage of this but I feared with the downturn in the economy and the resulting layoffs in the police force, that things may not continue to be so lucky, so I decided it was time to teach him a lesson.
I worked at one of the “big box” stores and was on good terms with some of the delivery guys (who were pretty good size). I talked it over with Matt and he said he understood and would be willing to help me out. He said...”Leave it to me; I know just how to handle it”. He did tell me that he could get the main “thing” he needed right here at work. When I asked “such as?” He said “rope”. Then I understood pretty much what he had in mind. He assured me he would not hurt Dustin but would scare him enough to assure that he would remember to lock the door in the future. I asked that he do it just before I got home so that Dustin wouldn’t be “uncomfortable” for too long of a time.
Dustin usually got home about 1 1⁄2 hours before me on Tuesdays; so that would give Matt ample time to do what he was going to do. The trap was set now all we had to do was carry it out. Matt told me he would do it next Tuesday, since it was one of his days off. I said that would be just fine. I found myself looking anxiously toward Tuesday.
Dustin walked in the door thinking to himself...”Shit, left it unlocked again; glad I got home before Rick”. Before he realized it a large figure moved up behind him and roughly grabbed him while slapping a cloth over his mouth and nose which had a very sweet smell to it. He quickly became light headed and collapsed. Matt quickly dragged him over and put him on the sofa. Then he began to bind him. He started by pulling his hands behind his back and using the rope he had brought along with him he began to wrap it around Dustin’s wrists and then he pulled the wrists together (crossing them) and tied them tightly together with a tight knot out of Dustin’s reach. Next, he pulled out a rag and XXXX it between Dustin’s teeth and gagged him tightly so that he would not make enough noise for the neighbors to hear, after he came to.
Taking another piece of rope, Matt wrapped it around Dustin’s thighs, and then ran it down tying it tightly both above & below the knees and then after crossing the ankles finished by tying it off in a nice tight knot. Next, he stepped back and watched as Dustin came to. He began to struggle to get free “mmmmmrrrrpppphhhhing” into his gag. Matt decided that he needed to secure his “victim” a little bit more to make sure he didn’t get loose before I arrived home. Taking out another piece of rope he proceeded to wrap it tightly around Dustin’s already bound wrists and then ran it down and around his ankles and pulled it tight forcing his feet up very close to his hands putting Dustin into a nice restrictive hogtie position. He was totally helpless.
Matt then slapped his gloved hand over Dustin’s mouth and held it there for a bit saying “Guess it looks like you shouldn’t have left the door unlocked, huh?” Then he stepped back admiring his work as Dustin began to struggle trying to get free. “Go ahead kid and struggle all you want but you aren’t going anywhere”. After awhile Matt left by the backdoor without Dustin realizing he was gone. When Dustin didn’t see Matt return, he began testing the ropes holding him even more than before but they were very tightly tied and he couldn’t find any knots to work on and regardless of all his struggling the ropes would not give him enough slack to get free. All he could do was lay there and think about what was going to happen when Rick got home soon. Damn, that was not going to be good. He began struggling all the more but made absolutely no headway against his bonds.
I ran into Matt on his way out and he told me the stage was set for me to take it from there. I entered the unlocked front door yelling out “Dustin you left the damn door unlocked, AGAIN!” Then I raced upstairs totaling ignoring Dustin who was struggling after he managed to fall off the sofa where Matt said he would leave him. “Dustin, where are you?” I yelled coming back downstairs and he let out a muffled cry. I went over to him saying “Well, look what happened.” “You left the door unlocked, again, didn’t you?”. “Looks like somebody took advantage of it too, as I see some stuff is missing”. I wanted to really play this up. I leaned down and removed the tight gag and he began begging to be untied. “Please untie me Rick”.
I thought to myself and before untying the first knot I decided to have some “fun” with his present situation. I XXXX the gag back in his mouth and tied it tightly behind his head ignoring his muffled cries. “I think you need to be taught a lesson just to make sure you NEVER forget to lock the door again.” Dustin and I were just roommates but I thought he looked very HOT all tied up and helpless like he was there on the floor. “Mmmmmmmrrrrrrrrppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhh”! Was all he could manage to utter.
I had seen photos of guys tied up on the internet and had found some of them mildly arousing but to see it up close and live caused a whole new sensation. I wanted to “have my way” with this bound guy. I began to stroke and touch him. I unbuttoned his shirt and began to gently play with his nips. Then my hand would wonder down to his crotch where I discovered that he had a hardon! “WOW; what do we have here?”. “It looks as if someone else is enjoying this besides me”. The sounds of Mmmmmmmmppphing were now becoming moans of pleasure as I continued playing with Dustin’s erect nips and cock.
I slowly unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out and licked it a bit to tease him even more before I finally took it in my mouth and sucked him. His moans of pleasure increased as I continued to suck his hard cock. Then I stopped and stuffed it back in his pants. Moving toward his head I began to slowly unzip my pants and with a wink I said...”Now it’s your turn” as I slowly removed the tight cloth gag from his mouth. Dustin looked at me and simply said...”Welcome Home” and then opened his mouth wide...
The End
Dustin played by Sammy
Matt played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/25/2009
Date of Production: 04/25/2009
20 photos; 4:19 video
“Hey, thanks for the beer!” Mitch was at the end of his long day before the Labor Day weekend. He got the dial tone back. “Thanks man. Needed my dial-up to get back on line,” the customer said. “You know we have DSL, it’s faster!” “Yeah, but budget man. Besides, I don’t mind going slow.” The customer opened his web browser: his home page came up, www.boundguys.com. The customer turn beat red – Mitch was smiling. “So you into bondage, tie up stuff.” The customer, red-faced, replied, “Yeah, since I was a kid. Love to watch guys tied up and struggle to get free. And boundguys is the best site on the web for it!” “I know,” Mitch said, “I have been with them since their first day!” The customer laughed his head off. “Wow, this is freaky. Hey, can I tie you up sometime?” “Sure, why not now!” “Awesome. I have some rope I use to tie myself up with. Let me get it.”
It was hot in the guy’s house, no air conditioner, so Mitch striped to the waist. “Hope you don’t mind if I took off my shirt. It’s fuckin hot.” “No man, in fact, let’s go to the basement. It’s cooler down there.”
Soon, Mitch was bound and gagged. “There, my first time.” Mitch began to struggle. The guy was good but a novice. Mitch knew at once he could get his hands free. But he did not want to spoil the customer’s fun. He struggled and moaned and cursed. “You mind if I take some pictures of you all tied up?” Mitch nodded and the customer clicked away. He sat Mitch down on a chair and tied him to it. Mitch began to act a whole show for him. He cursed, hopped around, struggled, bucked his arms, and moved his hands. After some time, he began to get his wrists free from the roping. He knew this was the customer’s first time….. it took him only ten minutes to get free.
“You have to tie me up tighter again. Don’t be afraid to make the ropes real tight. I can take it!” “You want me to try again?” the customer asked, a big grin on his face. Yeah, just one more time. I have plans for the weekend so gotta leave soon.”
He gagged Mitch again. He began to bind him again, this time much tighter. He got his wrists secured, then his arms. Mitch began to realize that this was not only tighter but more professional. He got down to his feet, bound them. Mitch mpffed in his gag and the customer pulled it out. “Hey, your are good. I though you said it was your first time tying somebody up?” The gag was replaced. “Oh, sorry for the misunderstanding man. I meant it was my first time tying YOU up!” Mitch began to fear a bit and break out into a sweat as he was put on a table and hogtied. “Oh yeah, forgot to tell you this too. I am keeping you for the weekend.” “Mitch began to struggle but only made the ropes and knots tighter on his flesh. “And thanks for fixing my phone. I have some bondage buddies I want to call and invite over for the weekend for some fun with my little XXXX repairman! Don’t struggle too much. You might fall off the table and break your arms or neck or something.”
He went upstairs. Mitch was struggling like a pig. He realized he was fuckin XXXX. Helpless - he waited. He heard a speaker phone turn on as the customer began to call his tie up buddies. “Fuckin dial tone,” Mitch mumbled.
Model: Mitch
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/27/2007
28 photos; 4:34 video
Model: Ryan Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 08/13/2007
25 photos; 4:33 video
Happy Bear played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/06/2018
30 photos; 5:30 video
Model: Derek
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/25/2017
25 photos; 3:55 video
Model : Wolfric
Photography By Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/26/2013
31 photos
Sal Romano thought he was the "Hottest Straight Stud" in Black shoe leather. Point of face he was but his attitude needed an adjustment fast. He strutted down the street in his black suit, black shirt and tie, black highly shined point loafers, his black, sheer nylon, thick and thin socks flashing as he walked. He seemed always to be in a major hurry.
He started to date my sister, I told her she was making a "Big Mistake". She did not listen to one word I said. After three weeks he dumped her. She came to me asking for "revenge" I nodded YES. Sis had Sal's extra set of apt. keys. I asked for them. Silently, she placed them into my palm.
The Bar closed at two AM. I waited, hidden behind a truck for Sal to leave the "4 Aces". I followed him back to his apt careful not to be observed. After he went in I waited another hour, sure that XXXX and the booze would have sent him to "dreamland" or "Nightmareland" which is actually where he would arrive.
I crept into the apt. Sal was aXXXX lying clad only in his Black Tight Boxers, designer made. His hand behind his head he looked as sexy as hell. There was a slight "tenting" in those black boxers. He tuned on to his flat stomach, that perfect ass staring up at me. I got my black cord out of my gym bag and bound his hands behind him. Still he slept, breathing deeply.
Stretched out, I tied his ankles together, making the cord as tight as I could. I had forgotten my ski mask which I place on my head. Lucky for me Sal still slept. I pulled out my Black Bandana, twisted it together and was about to gag Sal, when he awoke. "Hey, motherfucker, what is going on stop, STOP, MMMPPPPPHHHHHHHFFFUUUUCCKKKKK" was all he managed to utter before the Gag was stuffed into he sexy mouth. I could imagine my Dick in that mouth with my XXXX pointed at Sal's head forcing this straight Stud to "suck me Off". He struggled and squirmed and shook the bed. I slapped he with the back of my hand accross his face. That "calmed his down a bit.
I took my black cord and criss-crossed his body . I then "Hog Tied" him, Sal's size 12 feet shaking in the air. I smacked his ass ten times hard to "calm him" again this worked.
I placed my hand over his mouth, and holding his arm whispered in his ear. "Ever have sex with a dude, Sal, I know you can't answer just now but I'm going get you a seuxal education" "One you'll thank me for in the future" I grabbed in Nips. and pinched the tips , starting softly, then squeezing and then pinching with all my might. "AAAARRRGGGHHHHHNNOOOOO" he yelled through his gag. ahahahahaa. I responded.
"Well what do we have here" I chimed. Is the great stud Sal sporting a hard dick." Sal had indeed gotten hard hard-on. I took my camera and started sXXXXping a few picture's for the Patrons at the Bar and the dudes at the Firehouse where Sal worked. I lowered his black tight boxers, and took out my hard dick and pissed on Sal, as I pissed, I proceeded to wank him off, I wanted him ound with his cum and my urine covering his crotch . Sal arched his back and shot his load. 5 spirts of hot cum. I then tossed myself off onto his face. His eyes shut tightly he could feel my cum on his hair and eyelids.
I then went to his bathroom found shaving cream and a used razor, I spread the cream all over his body. I then slowly shaved his feet, then legs then crotch , turned him over then shaved his ass crack, then his pits, the his face hair on that square chin, finally with Sal Moaning through his gag I shave his head. First with an electric clipper then with thae dull ranzor. I wanted this to hurt. It did. Humiliated and defeated Sal lay there Hog tied and shaved . Completely devoid of body hair. I photographed him in many angles. I told him that if he went to the Cops or told any of his mates these photo's would be plastered everywhere. He was sobbing greatly tears running down his face onto the pillow. I smiled. My sister would be pleased.
As I gathered my stuff to leave, I took a suitcase from Sal's closet and scooped up his shoes and black suit and sheer thick and thin black socks and garters, shirt and tie he had dumped on the floor, we wore the same size and I considered this my "DOORPRIZE" Laughing I left his apt. In the morning I would call the firehouse and tell them to "recuse Sal"
The end
Sal played by Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/03/2007
27 photos; 5:25 video
Put a Sock In It by Nick 007
Dave was living in an apartment for his first time. He lost his house in the divorce. His ex-wife just would not give him any peace and quiet. Nag nag nag! So when the divorce did happen, he did not mind one bit. This meant he could finally get the peace and quiet he wanted. Or so he thought.
He started living in his apartment for about 2 months and loved it. The neighbors were quiet. However they moved out and a punk moved in. He would play his radio full blast in the mornings and throughout the entire day. Police could be seen going to the his neighbor's door constantly telling him to quiet down but never really doing anything other than that. So his neighbor continued to be loud and obnoxious.
Finally, after a long hard day at the office, Dave decided to do something about it. “If the police aren't going to actually do something about it, I will. No one in the apartment complex will blame me.” he said. So he grabbed a duffel bag full of goodies and headed out the door to his neighbor's door. He pulled out a rag and an unmarked bottle. He pours some of the liquid on the rag and XXXX on the door. He could hear footsteps coming closer. “God damned cops! Why won't they listen? I don't give a shit about these other people!” his neighbor said as he opened the door. “Yeah, what the hell do you want?”
“Hello neighbor. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind keeping it down? A lot of us fellow neighbors just wanted a little peace and quiet when we come home from work, or are trying to XXXX.” Dave asked politely.
“Dude, fuck off!” his neighbor yelled as he slammed the door.
“I thought you might say that. Cant say I didn't ask nicely.” he said and with a sigh, XXXX again.
The door swung opened and the neighbor yelled “WHAT THE FUC....” but before he could finish, Dave tackled the dude and swung the rag over his neighbor's mouth and nose, forcing him to breathe it in. With in a minute his neighbor was out like a light. Dave quickly went to work, binding his hands and arms to his sides. Then more rope attaching is ankles to his thighs. Knowing that his neighbor was not going anywhere, he walked to his neighbor's bedroom and found a dirty of sock. On the dresser was the man's wallet. Upon inspection, he found that his neighbor’s name was Tristan.
“Ok Tristan let's have some fun.” he said as he left the room and back to his well deserving victim. It was then that Tristan started waking up. Dave jumped on him and shoved the sock in Tristan's mouth. The quickly wrapped layer upon layer of clear tape over Tristan's mouth, securing the sock in place. Dave got up as Tristan began bucking wildly trying to get out.
Dave walked over to the still blasting radio and turned it down, just enough to drown out Tristan's muffled yells. “Now see how easy it is to enjoy your music and still be respectful of your neighbors?”
Tristan muffled something that sounded very iXXXXpropriate. “Now now. None of the language.” Dave said as he pulled down Tristan's shorts, revealing a very nicely shaped ass. “Hmm never been with a dude before, but there is a first time for everything. He gave Tristan some well deserved spanks. He had no attention of doing anything to Tristan in that way, but Tristan didn't know that.
Dave walked to his bag and pulled out a camera and started clicking away. “OK, here's the deal. You promise to to keep it
down, and I wont send these very revealing pictures of you to your work, your gym, and your family. And before you think that I don't know where you work, or work out, I found your paycheck stub and your membership card in your wallet. As for your family, well now that I know your name, finding you on Facebook wont be hard at all.” Dave picked up his bag and walked to the door. “Now I'm sure we have an agreement. Have fun getting out!” Dave left his neighbor's apartment.
Dave got his peace and quiet. He never hear a peep out of Tristan again.
The End.
Model::Tristan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/27/2014
25 photos
Model: Andre Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 06/22/2004
27 photos; 4:19 video
Bound Guy played by Dante
Bad Guy played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/18/2018