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Caught a Runner

20 photos; 4:24 video

The Runner played by Nick Armor
The Catcher played by Adam
Photography by Caitiff

Date of production: 08/06/2018
Locked In the Closet

26 photos; 6:21 video

Victim played by Alex Stone
Bad Guy played by Remy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/06/2018
The Wrong House by SoftTouch

32 photos

            Following the instructions that the Lambda House had left for Tobie was fairly easy. Find the van parked behind the grocery store, go inside, tie the purple bandanna over your eyes, and wait. Tobie wanted to be accepted as a Pledge at the Lambda House in the worst way so he did exactly as he was told.
            Now Tobie was sitting inside the van with the soft cloth of the folded bandanna pressing his eyes closed. And then he heard the door of the van open, someone came in and closed the door, and then whoever it was sat down very close to Tobie.
            “Are you from the Lambda House?” Tobie asked the darkness. There was no answer. And then Tobie began to smell a strange sweet kind of smell like the guy was wearing some strong cologne or something. “Ooh! What is that smell?”
            “Something for you to sniff,” a deep voice answered.
            “Sniff…? I don't want to sniff anything.”
            Suddenly a big wad of damp cloth was being pressed over Tobie’s nose and mouth and the sweet smell on the cloth was so overpowering that he began to gag. Tobie tried to tell him to stop, and he tried to back his face away from the XXXX cloth, but then another hand grabbed him by the back of his head and began pushing his face deeper and deeper into the damp folds of cloth. And then a strange dizziness and darkness took Tobie away.
            By the time the dizziness lifted, Tobie knew that he was in a different place and he was feeling very confused. The Lambda House was devoted to poetry and the arts. Why would they treat him like this? First there was that awful smelling cloth, and now Tobie could feel tight ropes hugging his ankles and thighs, and his chest and his wrists. But worst of all Tobie now had some kind of thick rag tied between his teeth and filling up his mouth up with cloth. And Tobie was feeling like he had made a terrible mistake.
            Suddenly somebody’s hands were on Tobie’s head and impatient fingers were yanking the bandanna blindfold off of his eyes. Bright light made Tobie blink his eyes several times before he could see anything at all. Then he looked around at a strange untidy bedroom and realized “This wasn't the Lambda House!”
            And then Tobie saw a big guy coming toward him. The guy was dressed in jeans and a dirty sweatshirt and he had one of those rubber monster masks pulled down over his face. And then Tobie saw something else. The insignia on the sweatshirt was the insignia of the Hydras. “Oh no!” The Hydras were a crazy fringe fraternity that you would have to be completely insane to join. People said that they practiced black magic, and they held crazy rituals, and now they held Tobie.
            “Let me out of here!” Tobie screamed as loud as he could into his mouthful of rag. That was a mistake.
            Immediately the big guy pounced on Tobie and held him by his face while he held a beefy hand over Tobie’s gagged lips and sneered from behind the ugly rubber mask “You ain't be hurt yet, pledge. You want to be hurt?”
            Fear clutched at Tobie’s heart and made his insides feel queasy.
            “Now lie back on that bed and let me have a look at you.” Strong hands pushed Tobie back onto the unmade bed and the monster mask began circling the bed and making strange chuckling sounds while he looked over his captive from every angle. “Not bad,” the monster decided. “Now roll over, go on!”
            Tobie didn't want to, but he didn't know what else to do. So he struggled against the ropes and finally made himself roll over until he was lying face down on top of the smelly bedding.
            “You got nice buns pledge. You ever been strapped or birched?”
            A moan rose up out of Tobie’s throat and he shook his head from side to side.
            “All right, back on your back. Hurry up! I got to get you ready for the other guys.”
            What other guys? What were they going to do? Tobie didn't like this at all. Somehow he managed to roll his body over until he was lying on his back again. And then he looked up and saw the monster mask coming toward him .
            “No! Don’t !” Tobie screamed into his mouthful of soggy rag.
            But the monster mask just laughed.
            Tobie was so scared that he couldn't watch so he closed his eyes and tried very hard to ignore the feeling of someone else’s hands on his body and pulling at his clothes until finally he felt a draft and opened his eyes to see where it was coming from. Now Tobie’s pants were all cut and pulled down below his knees and the monster mask was leering at his little green jockstrap and his bare thighs.
            “Not bad,” the monster mask decided, “But you need a shave.”
            A shave! Tobie screamed inside his frightened mind. They couldn't shave me!
            But then as Tobie looked up at the leering monster mask again he realized that there no limits on what these crazy Hydras might do to him.
            “Okay pledge, you're gonna lie right here on this bed and I'm gonna make some phone calls so the other Hydras know you're ready to give them some entertainment.”

            The monster mask walked out of the room. Tobie tried to pinch himself. Was this some kind of crazy nightmare he was dreaming? No, it was all too real and Tobie suddenly realized that he didn't want to find out what kind of entertainment these Hydras might like. He had to get out of here now!
            First Tobie wormed around on the bed and contorted his body in different ways while he tried desperately to get his fingers on the knots of the ropes that were holding him prisoner. But, even when he managed to get his fingers on the ropes, he discovered that the knots were too tightly tied for him to even budge.
            Then Tobie became even more desperate while he managed to get his tied feet down on the floor and then levered himself up into a standing position. Then he began to move his feet back and forth as much as the tight ropes would let him and began taking these tiny steps away from the bed. Little by little, Tobie managed to get his bound body almost to the bedroom doorway.
            Suddenly the monster mask appeared in the doorway and clamped a big hand over Tobie’s mouth while the monster’s other hand grabbed a handful of Tobie’s shirt and began pushing him back toward the bed.
            “You just made a major mistake,” the monster mask informed him. “Now I'm gonna have to tie you really tight, and when the guys get here, we're gonna have to punish you even more than the last Lambda we captured.”
            They'd captured other Lambdas? They'd done this before? Why didn't anybody ever tell Tobie these things? These were the kind of desperate thoughts young Tobie was having while his trussed body was being manhandled back onto the bed. Then the monster mask laughed an evil laugh while he began tying more and more rope between Tobie’s wrists and ankles until Tobie's numb fingers were close to his tingling toes.
            “Now don't go anywhere,” the monster mask advised. “We’re gonna have us a real party tonight!” And then the monster began to laugh and laugh as he went out the door.
            And each laugh was like the cut of a whip on Tobie’s bound body while he felt the tears running down out of his eyes to mix in with the drool that was dripping out of his mouth. He was definitely in the wrong house, and nobody might ever hear of him again.

THE END

Tobie played by Danny
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/24/2005

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Tickle Discipline by Justin

32 photos; 3:11 video

After I received my promotion to Jr. Vice-President at the Bank I decided to treat myself to a Luxury. A live-in Houseboy. He would do my laundry, hand wash my silk black over the calf socks , and silk boxer shorts, iron my shirts, do the shopping and cooking, clean the toilets and keep every SPOTLESS. I found Jeff at a Bar. He looked down and out and needed a break so I offered him this Job.
Thing went real smooth for two weeks, then I came home unexpectedly from a business trip to find this DUDE aXXXX in my bed, half drunk. My expensive wines and top shelf booze finished. A party had obviously occured the evening before. Jeff was passed out with that fucking Dewrag still on his head.
       I kicked his feet with my wing tip shoe. "What the Fuck has been going on here" I barked. "You had a bloody party"
"Oh No Sir" He moaned, turning on his side.
"Shut the Fuck-up, I hate liars. You thing you have a hangover? HA, I'll give you something to moan about"  I yelled. Kicking him in the arse.   I wnt to my dresser a pulled out a plug gag. Moving quickly I straddled Jeff placing the gag into his mouth.
"Oh No, DON'T" he managed to say. "MMMPPPPFFFFF" I secured his hands behind him with my leather wrist restraints. He struggled but I was not half aXXXX and fully loaded. Haha!
     FJeff lating face down, I tied his knees and ankles together with white rope. I took my belt off and hit his ass several times with it.
"PLLLLUUZZZZMNMMMMMMMFFFF", He said.
"Shut the Fuck-UP NOW! DUDE, Understand?" He shook his head yes.   I turned him face up and was surprised he was not sporting a hard Prick. I thought this might have turned him on a bit.
   I realized he looked scared to XXXX. His feet on my pillow, I did not want him to piss my bed..
"You will pay for all the booze you drank, Understand " Yes Jeff nodded. "You will not leave this house for a week until everything is spotless and clean, You will clean the piss off the toilet floor with your tongue,, Understand" Jeff nooded yes.

   I spun him around and took the leather gag out of him mouth and quickly replaced it with a red ball gag. I worked fast he could not get anothe word out.
"MMMPPPHHHFFFF"
"QUIET, or I will shave you head and crotch." He calmed down and stopped moving. I undid his wrists from the leather bondage cuffs and spread his arms , fastening them spead eagle to the side of my bed with white strong rope. Watching him my Dick got rock hard. I could see his eyes staring at my dick thru my suit trousers. I unzipped my fly and pulled out my 9 incher. Jeff’s eyes popped out. He had never seen my Dick as this was a business arrangement. UNTIL NOW. . I enjoyed looking at him, watching me step out of my trousers. I removed my black silk boxer shorts. leaving on my dress shirt and power tie. I pulled up my sheer black nylon over the calf socks and garters, leaving on my wing-tip black lace-up shoes.

   I flip him on his back his head on MY pillow. He looked almost confy except he was spread and bound and tied. BINGO. He had strated to sport WOOD. Now this was not going to be a XXXX ,this was going to be a hard dry fuck (with a condom) and some spit. A Bondage Fuck, with my New Slave, not Houseboy. SLAVE! I had given Jeff a raise in position.
"Jeff, do you want to be my slave?" Yes he nodded. "I am granting you this wish." You are now the property of Trent Benedick" With that, I climbed onto the bed and took his now hard Prick into my moth. while finger fucking his tight asshole. He moaned.  "It's Ok Baby, I going to take you to PARADISE".

The End

Jeff played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/24/2004
Stroking the Intern by TBBM

20 photos; 5:12 video

It was Mike's first month at a new firm and he was keen on making a name for himself. He flattered his fellow co-workers, flirted with the secretaries and brown nosed the bosses as best he could but in his mission to get on top, he had forgotten one essential rule - never be rude to those at the bottom of the work chain pile.

Mike hadn't been outright hostile to the janitor who worked at the office but neither had he been the kindest to him either. One day in the office, Mike had made the error of humiliating the janitor on a day where everything had been going wrong for the latter. The janitor gritted his teeth, vowing revenge before going about his job.

When it was time for everyone to leave the office, Mike was the last one to go, wanting to catch up on more work in an attempt to help land a vital contract that would elevate him to a better position in the firm. Mike had done his best wooing on the phone, charming the potential client before promising a breakfast on him to finalise more details. Mike got off the phone with a smug sense of satisfaction on his face. Everything was going perfectly for him and then he saw the look in the janitor's eyes.

Mike had forgotten he was even there but he soon remembered the events earlier in the day and felt a little bad. Before he could get the chance to apologise, the janitor hit him over the head with a mop with enough force to XXXX Mike out.

Mike woke up a couple of minutes later, tied to a chair, blindfolded and gagged tight. He tried his damndest to break free from his bonds, calling out for help to no avail. What Mike didn't know was that not only was no-one coming to rescue but he was no longer in the office. He had been XXXX out longer than he thought - long enough for the janitor to have taken Mike to a building far away from anyone finding him.

As Mike struggled some more, his captor returned, circling around the helpless intern to begin with. Even though he was blindfolded and gagged, Mike knew his captor was there and tried his best to beg for mercy, to even apologise for his rudeness earlier in the day but his captor soon made it clear that he wasn't interested in apologies. Mike was then told by his captor that he was a spoiled asshole and that guys like him need to realise that they can't get away with treating people like shit. Mike took all this in as he soon felt his tie being loosened, his shirt unbuttoned and worse of all, his trousers being loosened as they felt to his ankles. Before Mike could protest any further, his captor went behind him and took a firm grip of him. It was Mike's turn to be made into feeling like the smaller man, the same way he had made the janitor feel earlier in the day.

Mike groaned and struggled, feebly protesting his fate but the janitor kept going, pushing Mike harder and harder until Mike had no choice but to surrender and let go. When Mike finally released, the janitor smirked, victory being so sweet in his hand as Mike whimpered in humiliating defeat. As the janitor went to go get cleaned up, Mike sat in his chair still bound, brooding over his behaviour and vowing that if he ever got free from the chair that he would never belittle another man ever again.

The Intern played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/23/2018
Bound Boi by Sammy

28 photos; 4:36 video

Show Room Floor by Sammy

"Right this way.He is definitely one of our more energetic ones. He has not yet acclimated to his new surroundings. But if you are looking for a spirited one to break yourself well look no further."

Ken heard them talking about him as if he was not just within earshot. He had no memory of how he had gotten here. All he could remember for sure was that in the span of a single evening his life had changed dramatically. His old life seemed like a distant and fond memory. It was a only a few months since his arrival to this place but it seemed like his old life was years in the past. The old memories were getting harder and harder to grasp. Had he always been here?

The sound of the door creaking open roused him from his thoughts. As he looked up he saw two men observing him. One he knew very well. He was a man he known as "The Breaker" or just Breaker. The other man was a stranger.

Ken quickly look down and away from both men. Eye contact was permitted only by request. As he looked back he saw the long lengths of rope that held him securely to the large metal pole behind him. There was just enough slack to give him a small leash lead but he could not step out of the closet he was trapped in unless he was untied.

"On your knees.", ordered Breaker.

Obediently Ken knelt trying to maintain his balance as he did so. His arms were securely fastened behind his back by several coils of tightly wound rope that seemed to wrap around his wrists for an eternity. Additionally many more lengths of rope had been looped around his arms and his chest and securely knotted and cinched at his armpits. This had been down to immobilize his upper body while calling attention to his pectoral muscles.

"Mmph, mmph." He grunted as he reached the floor. Breaker had used several strips of sticky duct tape gag him but over the months he had learned that Breaker liked to be responded to. Even when such responses were impossible.

"He is well behaved now.", commented Breaker, "But at times he seems to completely forget himself."

The stranger seemed to only be half listening to Breaker's sales pitch. While breaker was talking he stepped forward and slowly ran his hands along Ken's chest and gently squeezed on of his nipples Despite himself Ken sighed into his gag. The muffled sound seemed to please the man. He then reached down and grabbed Ken's chin and turned his head first to the left and then to right, clearly appraise Ken's facial structure.

The stranger then kneeled down beside slipped his hand into the black shorts he was wearing and began tugging at Ken's dick.

Ken felt his member immediately stiffen at the attention. The stranger tugged more vigorously and soon Ken was fully erect. The man stopped and took his time appreciating the huge bulge in Ken's shorts. The stranger then spun Ken around roughly and pushed him face down into the carpet. In one swift tugging motion Ken felt his shorts slide down and his exposed ass was cupped and lifted for inspection.

"He is acceptable. Wrap him up tight and I will take him.", said the stranger. "Excellent." responded Breaker. I won't be but a minute.

Ken felt Breaker tug on his leash and the rope that affixed him to the pole came loose in one fluid motion. He was led into a room known as the prep area and shoved unceremoniously onto a white mattress. Breaker produced several more coils of rope and went to work.

In preparation for the hogtie Breaker wound several pieces of rope around Ken's shoulder blades and looped them behind his neck then coiled and twisted them decoratively around the rope that was already on Ken's arms.

Ken could feel the rope tightening around his upper body as Breaker worked.

Next, Breaker looped some rope between Ken's feet and after a few twists and knots created some very effective rope shackles. Then he order Ken to bend his legs and used several more bits of rope to bind his legs to his thighs. Finally, Breaker used the last piece of rope to run a thick line between all the rope and fully double Ken into a near perfect hogtie.

"Not bad work even if I do say so myself.", muttered Breaker to himself. "I'm gonna miss you. you were one of the fun ones"

The End

Ken played by Matt
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/20/2010
Game, Set , Match by Fidelis

25 photos

Game, Match & Set
by Fidelis

I crouched by the door, waiting for the guy to get home. I’d been staking his place out for a week, and he had a routine you could set your watch by. This was going to a piece of cake. It had taken me about 10 seconds to get in through the back door – this guy had no security system, no light sensors, nothing. The baby stockbroker jock wasn’t so smart. This was going to be the easiest thousand bucks that I had earned in a long time. The Boss had told me that he wanted the guy out of commission for 24 hours. The Boss really wanted to win the big tennis match tomorrow. I’d already taken one guy out of the match – a little motor oil on his front step and …wham, the poor guy went down and broke his arm. The Boss said that he wanted something a little more personal this time. This stockbroker had beaten the pants off the Boss last week, and the Boss didn’t like to lose. Ever. Especially not to some kid, barely out of college. "Vito, you can do anything you want with this kid, anything. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink. Just keep him occupied until Saturday night. " Once I’d had a look at the guy, I couldn’t wait until Friday night.
It was 9.44. The yuppie stockbroker should just be turning up his front walk, back from his run. I peered through the blinds. Yep, here he came, right on time. I pulled my XXXX out of my bag, and waited while he did his stretching exercises. I could see the sweat glistening on his chest while he loosened up. I leaned down and got some rope from my handy bag of tricks. I had plans for this jock, and those plans didn’t involve us playing chess for the next twenty-four hours.
I laughed when I saw the look of shock on the jock stockbroker’s face when he walked through his front door. "Who the fuck are you?" Then he took me by surprise, trying to rush me. I had to give the kid some credit – he was brave, but not too smart. I guess that he thought that all of the hours he had spent in the gym working on that hot body gave him an advantage. But this yuppie didn’t grow up in the Flats like me; dirty fighting was in my blood. A punch in the gut, and a knee to the chin, and the jock was lying on the floor, gasping like a fish out of water.
A minute later, and I had his hands tied nice and tight in front of him, arms lashed to his body, and a nice piece of rope around his neck to limit his mobility.
"Get out of my house, scum bag. I’m going to stomp your sorry ass from here to…MMMMPHHHH." The greasy bandanna that I had been keeping in reserve for use on this yuppie jock came in handy. I whipped it out of my back pocket and shoved it between his teeth. I felt my cock jump as he XXXXd on it.
"GMMFUCKINMMPUNK. MMULLMMREGRETMTHISMASSHOLE." He flipped me the finger. I liked the jock’s spirit; it was going to make the next day a lot of fun, but his yelling through the bandanna was getting on my nerves. I should have brought a dirty jockstrap with me, to shove down that big jock throat, but I did have something else with me that would keep him quiet. There, that was much better. That yellow tape looked good with his blue eyes, eyes that were spitting defiance. He was still gurgling away behind his gag, but the volume was considerably reduced.
The jock made a rush for the door, trying to escape, but he didn’t have a chance. I grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him back into the room. I shoved my XXXX into his chest and made him back up, until he fell back onto the couch. He lashed out at me with one of his feet. I had no trouble jumping out of the way, but this guy was really starting to irritate me. I was going to teach this yuppie jock who was in charge here.
"That’s a lot better, isn’t it, stud? I’ve got myself a nice big jock package to play with. You and me are going to be really good buddies before the night is out. What do you think about that?"
Good, now he was looking scared. The dumb jock had probably thought that this was going to be a routine break in, but I could see that the good buddies reference was giving him food for thought, and that particular thought was giving him indigestion. He started rolling around on the couch, mmmphing and struggling, but he wasn’t going anywhere, not the way that I had him tied up. I thought that the XXXX around his neck was a particular stroke of genius. I had this yuppie jock stockbroker at my mercy, and I intended on enjoying every minute of it. Maybe I should be the one paying the Boss!

I grabbed the jock by his hair and pulled him upright. I ran a hand down his chest, giving his pecs a squeeze. "Gee, buddy, you must really work out to keep your body in shape like this. It feels good to me. Let’s see what else you have."
"MMMPHHHNNNOOOOO!!!! MMWHATMMDOING? GMMFFFMMSTOP!!!"
The jock really started getting agitated as I yanked down his shorts. He didn’t seem as cocky as he had been just a short time ago. He was yelping and trying to get away from me, but there wasn’t anywhere that he could go, not the way he was tied up. I put my arms under his legs, scooping them up and pushing him back onto the couch at the same time. Oh my my my; didn’t that look sweet!
"That’s a real nice looking butt that you’ve got there, jock. Real nice. Woohoo, we’re going to have some fun tonight, aren’t we?"

The poor guy was shaking his head back and forwards, whimpering as he rolled himself up into a tight little ball. It was pathetic the way that he thought he could protect himself. I reached in between his legs to cop a feel and…surprise, surprise!!!! The yuppie jock was as hard as a rock. This wasn’t a development that I had expected. He moaned with shame as I stroked his erection. "MMMNOOOO. MMPLLLEEEZZMMDONT." He looked at me, those big blue eyes pleading with me.
"Don’t you worry big boy. It looks like both of us are going to have fun tonight."

THE END

The Jock played by Troy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/09/2006
Friction

30 photos; 4:04 video

Model:: Ryan

Photgraphy by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/13/2007
Man Handled

25 photos; 4:48 video

Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/02/2018
Re-Prisoned by Caitiff

24 photos; 5:21 video

It had been a harrowing escape. The guards had never suspected that Bernard and his cell mate Mike had been digging their way to the old subway tunnel right underneath the prison. No one knew it was there. Bernard had only known it was there because he used to date an urban archaeologist.

Now that they were out, both decided to split up.

Now Bernard had to find some clothes to replace the obvious prison uniform he was wearing. He could also use a place to rest up and hide until the heat died down a bit.

A warehouse up ahead seemed promising. It looked abandoned. Maybe Bernard would be able to find some clothes or even money.

Bernard found what looked like a door that had been broken open and then set back in place. Probably some homeless guy or squatters. Still, from the look of things , no one like that was likely to turn hims him in. The distant sound of a police siren made up Bernard’s mind. He liked hsi chances in the ware house better then outside all exposed.

“MmmmmPhhh!”, Mike groaned as a hand went over his mouth. Powerful hands wrenched bernard’s arms behind his back.

“What do we have here?”, Bernard’s captor whispered ton Bernard’s ear.

...... “Comfy?”, Bernard’s XXXX asked. Not that Bernard could answer. The think gag in his mouth kept him pretty silent. If he hadn’t been gagged, Bernard would have mentioned that the ropes binding his hands behind his back were too tight, the same ropes around his chest too constricting.

Instead he just slumped down to his knees.

“”Aww, getting tired so soon? We’ve barely beXXXX!”, The man hoisted Bernard up his feet, which were then tied with even more rope.

Bernard was good and caught. He knew it. The police and a nice cozy cell were sounding real nice to Bernard now.

The End?

Bernard played by Braxton

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:03/06/2014
Taped by Caitiff

24 photos; 5:56 video

It was two in the morning and Chris couldn’t get any XXXX. His room mate was once again practising on his drums. Why Chad thought he needed practice to be able to senselessly beat his instrument, Chris had no idea. It seemed that if random loud noise was the goal, Chad had succeeded. But Chad had insisted he needed practice so he and his band would become famous.

Stuffing pillows over his head having failed, Chris was at his wit’s end. He had work tomorrow, unlike Chad who hadn’t worked for months except for a few gigs in bars.

Chris got up, not sure what to do. He liked Chad but this was really becoming a major pain in his ass.

Well since I’m up now maybe I can waste time on the computer, Chris thought. He turned on his lap top and went to the usual sites: Myspace, Google, you tube. And suddenly Chris had an idea.

“Hey Chad. Chad! HEY CHAD!” Chris yelled over his roommate's drumming. “I got an idea on how you can help your band!”

Intrigued, Chad listened to Chris’ plan. When Chris finished, Chad said,” But I don’t see how filming me tied up on the internet will help my career.”

Chris stifled a laugh as Chad described what he did as a career and continued, “ Exposure, dude! People do this on youtube all the time and it gets lots of hits. Then you do a video and you already have lots of subscribers.”

Chad still wasn’t sure how this would work. Why would anyone want to see him tied up and gagged on the internet. But it couldn’t

hurt. Besides, Chad could use a break. He figured this wouldn’t take more then a few minutes.

Chad was told to sit on his bed while Chris got the “materials”, rolls of duct tape. Chad soon had his hands tightly wrapped in the sticky tape. Then his chest was similarly bound.

Chad began having second thoughts. Chris seemed a bit too eager to tie him up. “Ok so you’re sure this will..mmpph.”

“Trust me! My plan is working already.”, Chris said as he gagged his room mate with more tape. Chad gave a puzzled expression. How could it be working already.

Chris helped Chad onto the bed and then began securing Chad’s legs at the knees and ankles. Soon Chad was bundled into a nice little package, unable to move nor talk through his gag. Best of all, he couldn’t play his drums tied up.

To make sure Chad stayed fooled, Chris got out his cam corder and put in a new tape. He centered it on Chad, turned on the camcorder and turned to leave.

“Ok, good luck!”, Chris said before he left Chad to his fate and went back to XXXX.

It took some time before Chad managed to free himself. Eventually the footage did make it to the internet. Chris was right. Chad did get a lot of subscribers.

The End
Chad played by Chad

Chris played by Sammy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:02/04/2010
Control by Fidelis

35 photos

Control
by Fidelis

"Gimme that!"
"NO! You got to watch WWF, now it’s MY turn. I wanna watch The Bachelor!"
"You selfish little creep. First you to try to hide the last brewski – yeah, I saw you put it behind the couch – and now you want the remote. No way."
Andy scowled. Damn, he was sure that Frank had been so busy stuffing his face with chips that he hadn’t noticed the beer trick. Still – he sure as hell didn’t want to watch monster trucks. Frank had such tacky taste in TV. He didn’t want to watch any quality shows; the kind of shows that Andy liked. Andy wasn’t going to spend the night watching more crap. Frank poked him in the chest, and made a lunge for the remote control. It fell out of Andy’s hand, and Frank dived for it. Ha, what an idiot.
"Lemme go! You’re choking me!"
"Not until you let go of that remote."
Crash. Thud. The two men rolled around on the floor yelling at each other, both scrambling for the remote control. Andy managed to pin Frank to the floor, straddling him and holding his hands down.
"Say Uncle! Tell me that I can watch whatever I want to."
"NO!"
Suddenly the door of their apartment burst open. Andy looked up and his jaw dropped. Gus Liebling from next door was standing in the doorway. He had a rifle in his hand, and it was pointed at Frank and Andy.
"Enough, enough! I can’t stand it anymore. All night, every night you two are hollering and fighting. And your TV and your radio blaring crap all day and all night. If I hear one more word from Rush Limbaugh or Jerry Springer I’m going to crack! Get over there…..move those chairs."
Gus was shaking, spittle was flying from his mouth – generally he looked unstable. Frank and Andy moved a couple of chairs to where Gus had indicated and sat down in them as ordered. In no time at all the two roommates were trussed up with the rope that Gus had brought with him, their mouths tightly gagged.
"Ah, such bliss. Finally peace and quiet. Now why don’t we sit down and enjoy an evening of television? Oh, and a beer! You two are more considerate than I thought. Chips too! Yummy! Just let me make myself comfy here on the couch, and we can watch Washington Week in Review."
Andy and Frank stared at each other, aghast, as their neighbor made himself comfortable, drinking their last beer and snuggling down under the comforter on the couch. Within minutes he was snoring away. They looked at each other. For once they were in agreement. There was no way that they were going to spend the night tied up like this, watching those people yammering away. The struggle began.
Thump. Andy fell out of his chair as he tried to get loose.
"MMMPHHHAHAHAHAMMLOSER!"
"GGGHELPGGHMMMEEEEE."
Jeez, Andy was a real loser. Falling out of the chair like that. Frank was so much smarter. He would hope over to the kitchen, get a knife and…CRASH. The goddamn idiot would pick just that moment to roll around on the floor, tripping Frank up.

"GGMMPHNANANA. MMMWHOTHLOSERMMNOW?"
Grrrrrrrr. Frank snarled through his gag. Andy was such an immature jerk. Look what he had just done.
"MMMUNTIEMMYYHANDSTH."
‘MMMNNNOOO.UMMUNTIEPHHMYMMHANDS."
Who did Frank think he was kidding? Andy knew exactly what that idiot would do once he was untied. He would leave Andy all tied up, and get his mitts on the remote control and watch his trashy shows on TV. How dumb did he think Andy was? No way – Frank would have to untie HIM!
The two men thrashed around on the floor, snarling at each other through their gags as they tried to free themselves. And still those people on TV talked on and on and on and on. Oh, thank God, that show was finally over. The torture was over. Maybe they would have something decent on next. PBS was such a high brow network – Frank thought they he might just be able to stand something like Judge Judy - that was the kind of show PBS probably broadcast. Legal stuff like that.
NOOOOOO! Frank and Andy stared at each other in XXXX. Babes in long dresses were on TV, giggling away about getting married. They couldn’t spend the night like this! They would go insane. They had to get loose!
Hours later, Andy and Frank still lay on the floor, their eyes glazed over as the Pride and Prejudice marathon came to an end. Feeble groans came from their gagged mouths. Gus still lay snoring on the on the couch, and thanks to Frank, the remote was now lying somewhere under the couch. Andy looked longingly at the rifle. He would like to use it on himself now. He had never spent such a horrible evening. He hadn’t even been able to fall aXXXX to end the torture. He waited impatiently for the station to go off the air. What was this? A special presentation of Bleak House? All 24 episodes back to back!!!! NNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

THE END

Frank played by Angel
Andy played by Drew
Gus played by Jake
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/04/2003
Masked

30 photos; 6:05 video

The Bound Guy played by Adam
The Masked Man played by Evan

Date of Production: 05/02/2018
Leather Boi Gagged

26 photos; 4:43 video

Leather Boi played by Tommy Gunn
Bad guy played by Rex
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/17/2017
On the Bench pt 2

21 photos; 4:31 video

Model: Derek
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/25/2017
Not Getting Away

27 photos; 4:25 video

Model Kent
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/17/2008
White Briefs

20 photos

Model: Arturo

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/18/2008
Folly

37 photos; 5:12 video

Model: Taylor
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:11/15/2009
Take Your Punishment by Caitiff

22 photos; 2:48 video

It had been a long day and Carlos was eager to sit back and relax. All day at work he had been thinking of the bottle of citron he had been saving. Carlos had decided tonight would the night he would finally finish it off. It would be a great way to start off his week end.

Too bad that Carlos’ room mate Jed had other ideas. Carlos found his good for nothing room mate guzzling His bottle of Citron! What the Hell?

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing! That’s mine!” Carlos yelled at Jed.

“Oh sorry. I saw it in the fridge and thought it was fair game.”

Carlos was furious. Jed was always taking his stuff. And now Jed gone too far. Carlos looked at the bottle, already almost empty, and decided he had had enough.

Carlos was smaller then Jed but wiry. He had been a rodeo champion in high school and the old tricks were never forgotten. Before Jed knew what was going on, Carlos had him laid out on the couch with his hands behind his back. Some rope appeared as if from no where and was soon looped around Jed’s hands, securing them firmly behind his back.

“Hey! Now wait a minute!”, Jed protested.

But Jed didn't’ want to hear it. Once he was sure that Jed’s hands were tied securely, Carlos looped the rope back to Jed’s feet and tied them up as well. Jed was now in a tight little hog tie on the couch.

“ Damn it! I know you’re angry but you’re acting crazy.. wait, what are you doing with that tape?”

“As if you didn’t know!” Carlos mocked as he took off a large strip of the super sticky tape and began wrapping it around Jed’s head.

“Mmmmpphh!”, Jed grunted through the tape gag for all the good it did him. Carlos smiled. He had been wanting to do this to Jed for months now. The guy had become insufferable and it was time he learned a lesson in respecting other people’s property.

Carlos looked down at his bound and gagged room mate, trying desperately to get free. Carlos know Jed wouldn’t. Carlos knew his knots. Jed would stay tied up until Carlos decided to let him go.

Carlos tested Jed a bit, tickling his sensitive feet just to see Jed squirm in his bondage. Jed’s muffled yelps through the gag was music to Carlos’ ears.

“Now that you’re taken care of, i can finally get some peace and quiet.” Carlos mocked.

“Mmmmmppphhh!?” Jed begged through his gag.

But Carlos was having none of it. He sat on the couch beside Jed and flipped the channel, drinking the last drops of his citron.

It might turn out to be a good week end after all, Carlos thought.

The End
Carlos Played by JMZ
Jed Played by Craig
Photography by Slade

Date of Production:04/17/2011
Office Revenge by Justin

31 photos

My name is Rick. I have been working for these two straight assholes for 9 months now. All I hear at the office. (they are lawyers and roomates) is how many chicks they Bang. They use me as a go-fer calling me Fag and Queer-boy. It was time for my Revenge! I have had enough of this Shit.
I hired a mate I met in the local pub. I knew my bosses ate Pizza every Friday evening.I had two toy objects I told my pal, that we would pay the Pizza man off and then ring the bell with ski masks on.
When Mike The Blonde with no face hair answered the door, I pushed my self in , my pal in back of me. My voice changed I ordered" Sit on the fucking sofa, do not EVER speak, You both might just get out of this alive"
Shaking they sat, hands raised. I threw them several bandanna's orderering them to GAG THEMSELVES. They did as ordered. "This is a robbery boys." I yelled. I picked up their Boots and long black socks. stuffing them into a trash bag. Barefooted and scared shitless they sat.
I blindfolded Joe, and yanked on his face hair. I wanted Mike to see what was happening, for now. We tied their hand's with white ruff rope, " MMMMFFFFPPPPLLLUUUZZZ" Mike yelped through his gag. "Are you two fags, you look like fags" I asked both shook their heads ,NO. "Bullshit" I answered , I no a Fag when I see one. . I tied their ankles together, Mike was pleased with his eyes. Tears rolled down his check.. "hahaha" "I think these two fags need to be XXXX Stripped. buck Naked" I mused outloud. They turned to each other and grunted. "NNOOFFFFFFFFMMMPPPPPP".

Naked from the waist up I threw them down to the carpet. Ankles untied for the moment. I could see Joe start to get a Hard Dick under his Levi's. hmmmm. I tied them Back to Back, leaving their ankles still untied. Then tied their ankles . I enjoyed watching them struggle and moan. " Maybe We will piss on you to Fag Boys?" I yelled. "Let's "Strip these Queers" They fought to not have their Levi's pulled down and off. I held the XXXX to each of their temples. That quieted them down. It always does, You know!. Finally Levi's removed , there they were Naked . I order them to their feet and tied them to an partition in the room. Joe's dick was Hard. Mike was to scared to sport a Hard cock.

I wrapped a roped tightly around them . Then moved to secure their ankles. I told them we were photographing them and if they told the Coppers, all these picture would flood the Net and also to all their clients. We went and made ourselves several bourbon and Coke's, and watched for over an hour as these two straight motherfuckers, tied naked to a bloody pole in the living room, fought the ropes that cut and tore into their flesh. Pleading, begging, Joe never lost his hard Cock. I finally went over to him and pissed on his Cock and then jerked him off with my urine as a help instead of spit. He Cam and shot accross the rug and moaned. We finished out drinks, wipped the prints off the glasses . My Mate Pissed on the blonde, Mike, with the Ink on his arm, chest and back. "Hey, this doesn't wash off" We laughed . We took all the money, watches, rings, and the shoes and boots from the closet. We cut the legs off all of the expensive suits and arms off the dress shirts and cut all their "Power" silk ties in half. We pissed in their underwear drawer. and cut all their silk and nylon over the calf socks, down to ankle length. hahaha. . Not the worst Friday evening I have ever spent. TGIF.

The End

Mike played by Troy
Joe played by Lyle
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/10/2004
Tongue Tied by TBBM

20 photos; 3:39 video

Rex and Rick were not the easiest of room mates to live with. For a start, they were college students but didn't work and were often late with the rent and bills. On top of that, they were also throwing loud parties most nights in the week to the annoyance of the neighbours. Something had to be done about them.

The landlord had been getting so many complaints about Rex and Rick that he couldn't ignore and yet, he didn't want to kick them out of the house. Although they were bad tenants, they were nice to look at. Instead he would pay them a house call and try to reason with them. He was convinced all it would take was one conversation and the lads would see the error of their ways and improve their bad behaviour.

However when the landlord arrived at the boys place, it was the middle of the afternoon and the place was in a mess, clearly not been tidied properly for weeks. As a neat freak, this set the landlord's teeth on edge and he wasted no time castigating both Rex and Rick for their unruly behaviour.

Although both Rex and Rick could tell their landlord was genuinely mad at them, instead of apologising to him, they made the fatal error of telling him to "relax" and calling him an "old man".

The landlord responded by knocking the pair out and when they woke up an hour later, both Rex and Rick realised they were in the kitchen. More than that, they realised they were bound and gagged back to back on chairs. As the boys struggled in their bonds to no avail, the landlord who had gone upstairs came down to greet them with a look of disgust. The last party in the house had resulted in a spare being broke as well as some tiles in the bathroom and a shower rail.

The landlord then explained to the boys that they were going to pay for the damages and as both Rex and Rick tried to feebly explain they had no cash at the moment, the landlord said something that left both guys tongue tied in their gags.

The landlord had a few calls to make but when he returned, he wouldn't be alone and both Rex and Rick were going to be model tenants from now on. and pay for the damages their partying has caused. This was something they wouldn't have a choice in.

All Rex and Rick could do now was sit and guess how they could try and talk their way out of this one.

Room mate 1 played by Rex
Room Mate 2 played by Rick
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/19/2018
Hog Tied Wrestler

24 photos; 4:24 video

The Wrestler played by Nick Armor
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/06/2018
Bounty Bound by JMZ

27 photos; 3:21 video

             I had been working the case for a month now. This guy was one of the most slippery criminals I had encountered in my short career as a bounty hunter. This guy was notorious for slipping out of tight jams. I guess my boss figured this case would keep me busy enough to stay out of his hair. I hadn’t accomplished much in this career. In the five cases I was assigned I only caught one guy, a sixty year old man who had jumped bail. The reward wasn’t even enough to cover my rent for the month. I had to make good on this case or my boss was going to kill me. I followed every lead I came across.

            Houston was first, there he managed to jump out of a second story hotel window just as I was about to make the drop on him. In Dallas he managed to out run me on a busy city street. I was determined to catch him. As I traveled across Texas following lead after lead it seemed he was always a few steps ahead of me. With every stop I found he had left a trail of robbed convenient stores and empty cash registers in the hotels he checked in to. I spent most of the stops untying bound and gagged hotel managers and gas station attendants. The story was always the s ame, he would check into a hotel under an assumed name, XXXX off any little mom and pop store in the area, then rob the hotel of any cash that was on hand. It was just enough money to keep him afloat and on the run. Every bounty hunter and law enforcement outfit in Texas was out for him. I was the one who going to get him.

            It looked as if my luck was about to change when I got a tip that he headed towards Abilene. I had grown up there and knew it like the back of my hand. I called ahead to my local contacts and had them keep their eyes and ears open. I was finally going to have my day. I arrived at my old stomping grounds and got the news from a local hood I had grown up with he was staying at the local hotel. I called ahead and warned the manager to watch his step. Little did I know, the crook had the manager duct taped to a chair in an empty room and it was him I was talking to. I arrived cautiously to the hotel and made my way to the mangers desk. “Anyone here “, I yelled. “ Back here" , a voice shouted to me from the back office. I walked into the room and was met with a hard blow to the head.

           I woke a couple of hours later on the floor. It took me a moment to figure out what had happened. A salty taste encompassed my mouth; I realized I had the bandana I had been using as a sweat rag lodged between my teeth. “ MUUFFUUCKEEE”, I screamed. My hands had been tied behind my back tightly. My ankles were tied together with rope. “WHADGGFUCK”, I screamed through my gagged mouth. He had gotten the drop on me. “Well now Mr. Bradford it seems you are a persistent little fuck”, he said. “Now here we are, you trussed up like a turkey and me watching you squirm”, he yelled. “MMMPPPHHH LLMMPPHH GOMM”, was all I managed. “No, I don’t think so maybe a little alone time will teach you a lesson”, he grimaced. “I am out of your league guy”, he laughed. He left the office when some guests rang the front bell for service. This was my chance.


             I pulled at the ropes that tied my wrists. I had seen his handy work before and knew he tied a good knot. Fortunately for me this was not the first time I had been bound and gagged. I struggled hard, trying to loosen the knots from my wrists. It was no use; I couldn’t get my hands free. I tried my ankles next; I fought in vain to try any slip my cowboy boots off but it was no use. The boots were a tight fit and the rope was tied tight. I managed to sit up from the floor. My body was getting tired from my fruitless struggle. I squirmed and grunted with little success. Then he came back.

           “Well my friend it seems our time together is coming to an end”, he said. “PPLLEESASSS”, I grunted. “Don’t try to catch up with me, or you’ll find yourself in the same compromising position”, he yelled. “Just to make sure I get a bit of a head start I think I’d better use a little more rope”, he laughed. With that pushed me onto my stomach and began to wrap rope around the foot of my boots and tied my feet together. He ran the rope to my wrists n a strict hogtie. “MMMPPPHHH”, I yelped. Then he was gone.

             I struggled and moaned in vain hoping someone would hear the cries from muffled mouth. I rolled desperately on the floor hoping I could break free. The ropes knotted tightly around me seemed to get tighter with every yank and pull. The gag in my mouth was wet with saliva. I was finally found two hours later, I was to exhausted from my struggle to give a damn anymore. I checked into the hotel and called my boss to tell him I quit. He didn’t argue with me.

The End

Date of Production: 12/28/2007
Big Man

31 photos; 5:36 video

Model: Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 06/11/2013

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