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Cuddles
40 photos; 4:10 video
Cuddle Buddy played by Alan
Bad Guy played by Nick007
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 05/21/2019
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Taking a Break by Caitiff
21 photos; 4:50 video
It had been five long hours of back breaking work, knocking down walls and breathing in dust. He had yet to get a break.
The prisoners assigned to work detail knocking down one of the old buildings at the prison wouldn’t get a break until the guards told them they could.
The dust was awful, probably full of asbestos. But the warden refused ot give them respirators. Of course Greg wasn't’ really a prisoner.
Just assigned to the prison, he had been put undercover by the warden before any of the inmates could know he was really a guard. The warden was certain a group of inmates was planning something but he couldn’t tell what. So Greg had been dropped into the same work detail to see what they were planning.
But after three days of back breaking work, Greg hadn’t learned a thing. He had slowly gained their confidence though and figured it wouldn’t be long.
Sure enough when the guard signalled everybody could take their break, one fo the inmates came up to Greg.
“Hey. Wanna meet downstairs. Gotta something to show you.” Greg nodded at the guard, “What about him”
“Ahhh, he wont’ care as long as we don’t leave the building. Come on.”
Greg followed. This could be his chance to finally find out something he could tell the warren and so get out of this place.
Greg entered a downstairs room, cut off from everyone else. Hardly any work had been done here yet. Suddenly Greg was surrounded by the other inmates! Before he could react, grabbed was grabbed A thick hand held his mouth while Greg was bound with rough thick twine.
“Mmmmm!”, Greg grunted while tape was slapped over his mouth.
Bound and gagged, Greg could only stare angrily at his captors.
“I told you he was a guard! I saw him at White Rock.” One fo the inmates said.
Damn, White Rock prison had been where Greg had started as a guard. Somehow the warden had overlooked that a prisoner had been transferred here as well.
“Well it doesn't’ matter now. We’re ready. By the time they find him we’ll be long gone.”
Greg soon saw what they meant when they pulled away a piece of dry wall that had been made ot look like an intact wall. behind it , where there should have been just dirt or foundation was a tunnel.
“Bet you didn’t know there was an old unfinished sub way that ran under this building. We can take it to anywhere in the city..”
“Shut up”, there leader said. “He doesn't’ need to know. Now finish tying his feet and leave his punk ass here. We have a train to catch.”
Soon Chad was left alone, bound and gagged and rolling on the floor. Just to make matters worse, the guard was incompetent and didn't’ check up on his prisoners until a good two hours later.
Greg played by Chad
Photography by Caitiff
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Jakob
29 photos; 5:23 video
Model: Jacob
Photography by Kevin at Bound JeopardyDate of Production: 04/29/2012
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The Purloined Letter pt 2 By Fidelis
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"MMMMPHHHNNOOOOOGGMJEFF!"
I was getting tired of listening to the librarian squeal like a stuck pig. If I had the time, I would give him something to squeal about – having a fondness for beefy blondes, I wouldn’t mind having some fun with him. At the moment, though, I had more important things on my mind. I wanted those documents, and I wanted them badly. I loved amateurs – this idiot thought he was so clever, but he hadn’t covered his trail. Once I knew what he was offering for sale, it didn’t take me any time to find out who he was, where he worked and what he was doing. It had only taken a couple of drinks to get his dimwitted partner to blab. Now that I thought about it, it did sound as if he was trying to say Jeff. Hmmm, perhaps we were going to have company. I took a break from turning over the librarian’s pathetic hovel. I wanted to catch the dimwit security guard from the library as he walked in.
"Hands up, asshole. Yeah, you! Who else do you think I would be talking to? Get over there by the blonde. And don’t say a word!"
Once he had managed to get his jaw up from the floor, the dimwit moved over to stand by the librarian. Sheesh, I wouldn’t want him guarding anything that I valued. It was shocking the way that these university libraries cut corners. They were just asking to be robbed if they couldn’t hire good professional help to protect their treasures..
"That’s right, get down by your hunky blonde friend. Hands behind your back, and don’t make a noise, or I’ll blow your feeble brains out!"
The security guard was as meek as a little lamb. Without a word, without putting up the slightest struggle, he placed his hands behind his back, and allowed me to truss him up. What a wuss! I took my handy role of tape, and XXXX a strip between his teeth before wrapping some more around his head. That would keep the idiot quiet. Now it was time to resume my search. I headed off to the bedroom – I was starting to run out of options here. But I needed the Poe. The things that I had found so far were very nice – I wasn’t going to toss them, they would round out my collection. But the Poe letter - those were the jewels in the crown.
"GGMMMMPHHMMPPP!"
What the hell were those two up too? I took a peek – one of them had some brains. They were trying to untie each other. That wouldn’t do at all. I would have to put an end to that.
"What do you two think you’re up to? You wouldn’t be trying to escape, would you? That would be a VERY bad idea. Very bad, indeed. I can see that I’m going to have to do something about you guys."
I almost burst into laughter when I saw the terrified expressions on their faces. The poor saps probably thought that I was going to hurt them. I dragged them upright, and started winding rope around their torsos. I let my hands linger over the blonde beefcake as I bound him to the security guard. It didn’t look as if I was going to have a chance to play with him, not since his friend had turned up. However, I couldn’t resist the opportunity that he offered me. I gave him a few pokes and squeezes. Surprise, surprise! The big boy started to sprout a woody. His cheap suit couldn’t hide the big pole that sprouted in his trousers. Such a waste! However, it was time to get back to business. I could always return at a later date, and have some fun with him.
Now where the hell had he put the documents? I had torn this place apart, I had even emptied out the refrigerator, shuddering at the thought that the priceless papers had been stored there. I heaved a sigh of relief – no librarian would do such a terrible thing as to expose fragile documents to such horrid conditions. It looked as if I was going to have to resort to drastic measures. I wasn’t going to leave this place without the Poe letters.
"OK, pretty boy, I know you’ve got them. Where are the papers? You know what I’m looking for!"
I had a handful of blonde hair in my hand and pulled on it, hard, but the librarian just shot me a poisonous look and shook his head. He mumbled something obscene through his gag. Hmm, this was interesting. It looked as if he had more guts than I had initially credited him with. Now, the security guard was another matter altogether. He was quivering like a bowl of jelly. I moved around and crouched down in front of him.
"GGGMDONTMMETELLHIMMGGJEFF! MMMDONTTELLHIM!"
I noticed the blond stud’s eyes glancing across the room. I couldn’t see anything there but a litter box for the fluffy white cat that had done a disappearing act when I broke into the house. Now, why hadn’t I thought of that before? I upended the box, scattering kitty litter and turds across the floor. A thick packet, wrapped in plastic, fell out. Bingo! With trembling hands I carefully removed the plastic. My heart nearly stopped as I saw what I held in my hands. Tears of joy came to my eyes. I had my treasure. From behind me I heard frantic, muffled screams. I turned around. The librarian was dragging his dim friend along the floor as he inched his way towards me. I laughed as I walked over to the bound duo. Kneeling down on the floor, I patted him on the cheek.
"Don’t worry, big boy. You haven’t seen the last of me. Who knows, you might get something out of this, after all."
THE END
The Businessman played by Jimbo
The Guard played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff
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Guy in my Kitchen
39 photos; 5:31 video
Pizza Boy played by Ryan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/24/2008
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Bound Private
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Bound Private played by Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff
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Gift Wrapped
18 photos; 2:32 video
Model: DJ
Photography by Sammy
Date of Production: 11/08/2006
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The Purloined Letter by Fidelis
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Julian clutched his briefcase tightly, gloating as he thought of what it contained. ‘I’m going to be rich, I’m going to be rich’ played over in his mind. What he had tucked away among the innocuous academic files was going to fund an early retirement. This latest batch of purloined documents would bring the total of his stolen collection up to about five million bucks. Of course, he would have to share some of that with his partner in crime, but Jeff was such a blockhead, he had no idea of how valuable the little hoard was. Julian chuckled as he thought of the XXXX and dismay that would ensue when the theft was discovered. Ha, that would teach them a lesson for paying highly trained librarians such a pittance, while the coach of the college’s football team received millions. Julian had been discreetly putting out feelers to potential buyers and he had already received several nibbles. He had to be careful how he disposed of the papers, but he knew that he could do it. He was full of glee as he pushed open the door of his dilapidated house, the only accommodation that he could afford on his measly salary. HA! That would change soon. He would have something really quite delightful, albeit extremely tasteful, far far from here.
Visions of how he would be spending his ill-gotten gains filled his head as he entered his home. He was brought to reality rapidly when he found himself staring down the barrel of a rather alarming looking item. His eyes slowly moved from the item to the person who was holding. He gulped as he beheld a burly masked figure.
"Hands in the air, asshole!"
"Please, please, don’t hurt me! Take whatever you want!"
Julian wondered what kind of dimwit would bother burgling a house in this neighborhood. His scanty possessions would bring only a few dollars – he didn’t even have a DVD player!
"Drop the briefcase! Do it. NOW!"
Julian groaned as he thought of the fragile and precious pieces of papers that his briefcase contained. He gingerly placed it on the floor. Before he had time to straighten up, the intruder grabbed the collar of his suit jacket and shoved him towards the wall.
"Lean against the wall. Hands and legs spread. You heard me! Get a fucking move on, or I’ll drill you."
Julian obeyed the burglar. He shuddered as he felt the man frisking him, extracting his wallet from the back pocket of his trousers. What a brute! What huge hands this guy had. Julian felt an odd tingle as the thief methodically turned out of all of his pockets. What could he be looking for?
"OK, down on your knees, asshole. One false move and you’re dead meat."
Julian reluctantly lowered himself to his knees, thinking that this guy had watched too many bad movies. Damn, today of all days, he had to be wearing his good suit.
"Ouch, ouch, what are you doing? There is no need for this! I promise, I won’t do anything foolish."
"Shut your trap, egghead. I don’t want to hear another peep out of you."
Julian submitted, wincing silently as he his hands were roped together behind his back. He stifled a groan as more rope was round around his chest and then attached to his bound hands. He whimpered as he was pulled to his feet, turned around and then slammed into the wall. He slid to the floor, his head aching from the contact with the rotting plaster. Julian could only watch in appalled XXXX as his captor bound his feet together. Fuck, that rope was tight.
"Hey, watch the socks! They’re brand new and…MMMMMPHHHHH!"
"I told you to shut up, you geek. You should have listened. Now not another peep out of you!"
Julian watched in astounded XXXX as the burglar proceeded to go through the contents of his briefcase, extracting each of the purloined letters, carefully sliding them into envelopes with his gloved hands. OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT. Somehow this guy knew what Julian had been doing. Julian almost wept with frustration as he watched his retirement fund diminish by the minute. Thank God the most precious documents were hidden away in a spot where no one would think to look for them.
"OK, Carfax, where are the rest of them?"
"MMMGGGHMDONTMMMKNOWGGMMWHATMURMTALKINGBOUT."
"Screw you. I’ll find them myself. It won’t take too long to turn this dump over."
Julian heard crashes and bashes as his meager possessions were ransacked.
"Keep away from Fluffy’s kitty litter" he prayed. "Keep away from the kitty litter!"
Julian began frantically struggling to free himself. He had to get loose, he had to! Once untied, it would only take him a moment to scoop up the precious contents of the kitty litter and then flee. He would still have the manuscript of The Marble Faun, annotated by Hawthorne, and the Melville letters, and the Poe manuscripts – the gems of the collection. What the burglar had in his possession at the moment was just the tip of the iceberg. But….he knew there were other things. How had he found out what Julian was up to? If that buffoon Jeff had blabbed…nah, even he couldn’t have been so stupid. Thinking of Jeff, Julian looked at the clock on the wall. Holy shit, Jeff would be here any moment. He must get free first, he must! Renewing his frantic efforts, Julian rolled around on the floor, straining to reach the knots in the rope, to loosen the rope…anything to get free! He forgot about his suit as he thrashed about. All of his careful plans and scheming would be for nothing if the intruder found his precious cache. The thought of his retirement fund disappearing into thin air, leaving him once again penurious added fuel the fire of his frenzy. What was that sound outside? Oh no, it couldn’t be!
TO BE CONTINUED...
Julian played by Jimbo
Photography by Caitiff
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All Bunched Up
28 photos; 6:34 video
Model: Charles
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 06/04/2013
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Embezzlement pt 2: The IT Guy
27 photos; 5:32 video
Cont'd from part 1
The Too Nosy Accounatnt Played by Jon Storm
The Greedy IT Guy
The Evil Boss played by Dean
Phptpgraphy by CaitiffDate of Production: 11/14/2017
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Casual Hog Tie
25 photos; 5:14 video
Model Dean
Photography by CaitiffDate of production 4/16/2019
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SideKick in Trouble by Caitiff
26 photos; 4:26 video
Cont'd from Hero XXXXped!
“Mmmmm! Mmmmpphhh!” Neoprene grunted as loudly as he could but no one could hear him through the gag.
The ropes held the young super hero’s arms tightly to the chair and bound his booted feet together.
Neoprene used every super hero trick he could think of, twisting and flexing. As a former side kick to the Leather Eagle, Neoprene was pretty familiar to being tied up hand and foot. It seemed that in the old days when he was the Eagle’s ward, it seemed Neoprene got XXXX every other week, tied up in some XXXX trap or another.
However this time he had been bound and gagged by the Intruder. Once a mild mannered shibari instructor, he had become obsessed by secret rope techniques. He eventually went insane from the dark secrets the human mind was never meant to know. Now he plotted world domination using his evil powers.
This was hardly the first time Neoprene had been XXXX by the Intruder. The evil villain could tie up someone so that not even an escape artist like Neoprene could get loose. He had always been saved by Leather Eagle before.
This time there was no Leather Eagle. Neoprene had left being his side kick to be his own hero. Now there was only the Intruder sitting ina chair opposite Neoprene.
“I was wondering when you would show up!” The Intruder said, obviously enjoying the one sided conversation with the gagged young man.
“Yes I’ve been the one XXXX young men in this hotel. They are still around in fact, tied up just like you are now. Unable ot move and gagged into silence. And soon they will be completely under my control. Just as you will be..”
“Mmmmmm!? Mmmpphh!”, Neoprene knew that meant. The Intruder was using his most insidious technique: the Ropes of Persuasion. As the Intruder’s victim struggled, the ropes sapped his will. Eventually The Intruder no longer needed to have his hostage bound and gagged ot control him. He could control another’s mind!
“Yes, several young men, hidden all over this hotel, just waiting in silence until I come back to free them and make them my slaves!” < the Intruder let loose an evil laugh.
“And now I must leave you to let the ropes do their work. Grunt all you want. Like all the others, no one can hear you.”
The Intruder left Neoprene alone in the room. Already Neoprene could feel his will draining away. IF he didn’t get free soon, he would be the Intruder’s willing slave.
Not the best beginning to Neoprene’s solo career. The End?
Neoprene played by Syler
The Intruder played by Slade
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production:05/25/2012
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Disappeared by Caitiff
25 photos; 6:31 video
It was all set. The files, the witness testimonies, the evidence. Doug had all his ducks in their respective rows and now it was time. It hadn't’ been easy. The Valenti Family was powerful and well connected. It had taken years to put this case together for the District attorney’s office. But finally it had all paid off. All Doug had ot do was get this briefcase to the D.A. and Doug would see his career a sa prosecutor sore while the Valenti’s crashed and burned. Doug had left nothing out.
He had, however, forgotten to lock his door. Doug didn't’ hear the door creak open a she talked to his boss on his cell. He didn't’ see the man sneaking up behind him as he finished getting his papers in order. Not until it was too late.
“Mmmmpphhh!!”, Doug let out a surprised yelp as the chemical laden rag was clamped tightly over his face. Desperately he struggled to get free. But the more he thrashed and tried ot yell for help, the faster the XXXX worked it’s way into his lungs. Soon blackness overcame him.Damian didn’t waste too much time staring down at the helpless man beneath him. He had done this enough times to know when his victim was really out of just faking. And time was of the essence.
Quickly he dragged Doug’s XXXX body into the living room. A second after fishing the clothesline out the bag he had brought, Damian had Doug’s hands tightly bound behind his back. Then Doug’s feet were tied up. He then was rolled over on his back. Taking out the duct tape, Damian tore off a nice sticky strip and plastered it over Doug’s mouth. Like Damian always said, a guy wasn't’ really under your power until you had deprived him of speech. With his prisoner now safely bound and gagged, Damian left to go get the car ready. It was hardly as if he could walk out the front door with a guy tied up and gagged over his shoulder.
Doug regained consciousness slowly. At first all he knew was that his head hurt. He tried rubbing it but he couldn’t move his hands beyond a certain point. A low moan escaped the tape sealing his mouth. When Doug finally came too, it was with a panicked start. He had been tied up! How? Doug tried yelling for help but he had been tape gagged. Desperately he twisted and turned, trying in vain to escape his bonds. But the ropes around his hands and feet were tight. As was the gag over his mouth. Despite himself, Doug knew that help would not be coming. He had been XXXX by the Valenti family.
The noise of Doug waking up bound and gagged alerted Damian. He entered the room carrying Doug’s briefcase and proceeded to slap Doug around.“Is this it?”, Doug asked as he slapped Doug across the face.
Gagged, Doug couldn’t answer, he wouldn't’ have answered anyway. Instead he screamed threats that came out only as “Mmmmpphs” from behind his gag. But that was all the answer Damian needed. It was time ot clean up the loose ends.
Damian hefted Doug’s bound form like a rag doll, placing him on Damian’s shoulder. Doug could only wiggle and moan in outrage and fear as he was carried off to the back of the house.
Fortunately for Damian and unfortunately for Doug, the coast was clear to the car port in the back of the house. With practised skill, Damian opened the trunk and deposited his hostage inside. Damian loved this car. He had bought it just for the large trunk. He had since removed the safety release that would let anyone open it from the inside. So far the record had been three men tied up and gagged inside for a cross country trip. Boy those guys were ripe after they were let out.“Sit tight.”, Damian chuckled as he closed the door on the helpless captive. Doug could only “Mmph!” in XXXX as he was shut inside the car’s trunk.
Damian flipped open his phone and dialed the number his employer had given him for just this sort of thing. The line was known to be secure.
“Yeah, I got him. ... No, he’s not going anywhere.... yeah, the dock will work. Bye.”
Damian’s stomach growled. He had been so busy planning his latest XXXX he had forgotten to eat. But it was hardly as if he could go through a drive through. There was too much chance the car could be traced back. And Damian wasn't’ sure he wanted to trust his captive to stay quiet. Having the drive through person hear muffled cries for help while taking Damian’s order could be embarrassing.
Ahh, he’ll be al right for a while, Damian thought. He got out the car and headed for the burger joint he had seen on the corner
Damian was only gone for a moment. Five minutes at best. Just long enough for his car to go missing.
“Oh shit.”, Damian muttered under his breath a she looked in disbelief at the empty spot his car used to occupy.The end?
Doug played by Kent
Damian played by Leo
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 09/19/2007
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Bum Deal
20 photos
Rod shows off his ASSets;-)
Model: Rod
Photographer: Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/25/2003
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Hands On by Justin
28 photos; 4:58 video
My name is Hank, I work down at "Mighty Man" Construction site. We are currantly building a New Mall. Every day now for two weeks ( yes even on the weekend) this tall thin power suited executive type would sit for and hour or so watching me work. The last five days days he brought me a bag lunch and introduced himself. " Hi there my name is Eric" He stretched out his hand through the fence and I shook it. "Hank here, Thanks for the eats." "No Problem" I relied. We talked about the Mall and general bullshit. You might ask, So how did Eric wind up at my house tied and hogtied?
Two nights ago I woke up and saw him starring through my window,. He did not know I saw him. I played it co cool. I had a nite light on by the window and could see him clearly. I always XXXX naked, just a sheet covering me in the summer. He stood there for about a hour I think he was Jerkin his Dick, not 100% sure. Tonight I was ready for him. I placed three pillows under the sheet and waited out side behind my tall bushes. Bingo, at 2:00am he showed up. He must have come from a Black Tie dinner cause his was dressed in a fucking Tuxedo. Listen Men I am not Gay, Ok Yes, I had a couple a blow-jobs while in the Marines but that was because there was no TRIM around.
As He reaching into his zipper and pulled out his Dick I "Cold Cocked" him from behind. At 6ft 4 235 lbs. I hope know trouble tossing this Fancy dude over my shoulders. I felt the "Peeping Tom/Eric" needed a lesson in respect for another man's privacy. I took him to my garage where I stripped him out of his Fine clothes. The Tuxedo, shirt, fancy bow tie, sheer nylon over the calf sox, those garter things hold em up. wow I'd never seen shit like this. Tight black nylon briefs, patent leather lace up shoes. I threw all his clothes in the furnace removing his keys and wallet. I left him in his Black undershirt.
Walking him into my house he had just woken up although bleary eyed his Dick was rock hard dripping pre cum. I had tied his wrists together and also just above the elbows. White rope pulled tight. I wanted him to feel the rope. I believe his had be dinking a bit. He started to speak. I told him " Not One Fucking Word or I will cut ya nuts off" He nodded yes. I retreived an old cum filled blue bandana I use to catch my Seed after I wank off annd tied it around his mouth. That will shut his Pie Hole for the time being. I smirked. I XXXX him to a kneeling position on a bed. I had removed the sheet. I tied a rope around his Nut Sack and Dick then pulled it aound his neck. He was shaking his head. ""NOOOOOPPPPHHHFFFFFF" I told you to shut up Mr. Exec. I grabbed some Duct tape and taped over the bandana. MMMPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFPPPLLZZEE. I grabbed his Dick and pulled tightly. He quieted down. I XXXX him to his stomach and to check out his Vertical Smile. then ordered him on his back and XXXX his legs and knees apart. After checking out his Balls and turned him over and Hog Tied the Bastard. I noticed we had the same color eye Blue/Grey hazel. Only his were tearing up like a "sissy boy". "So Eric, You wanted to look through my window and Jerk that dick off of your well here goes. I took his Dick and milked it. He fucking shoot a giant load. Then I took my 9 incher and held it to his face and pulled my meat till it came all over his puss.
I went to the phone and called Ryan's Bar and Grill. Hey Ryan, I know the pubs closing in a few minutes, grab a few of the Boys and get your arse's over here. I got me a Queer Rich Exec, You know the dude who's been starring at me on the job site hogtied and I know he's just an itchen to be Bitch Punked. . I hung up and looked at my Prize. "You just relax, cause ya gonna need all ya strength." I tossled his hair and grabbed a beer.The End
Eric played by Todd
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/22/2006
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Stroking the Pole
19 photos; 5:40 video
Model: David
Photography by CaitiffDate of production: 05/21/2019
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Right to Keep Silent
25 photos; 6:12 video
Gagged Cop played by Alan
Bad Guy played by Nick007
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 05/21/2019
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Controlled
23 photos; 3:48 video
Model: Tommy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/03/2007
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Frat House Foul Up by Kurt
20 photos
"56 West Washington..this must be it," thought Chet, as he reached for the doorknob. Chet was excited and a little scared..he'd been rushed by the coolest fraternity on campus, Phi Beta Bonda, and tonight was the first step of the initiation process. The frat was known for pretty rough hazings, and Chet knew there might even be some bondage and humiliation involved. But they were really cool guys, and Chet was determined to make it. He'd even worn his "lucky" Chinese dragon shirt, a gaudy rayon job he wore for all special occasions, even though most of his friends had already told him how ugly it was. A pair of neatly pressed khakis and black dress shoes completed his outfit. He gritted his teeth and turned the doorknob, entering the dilapidated house on the wrong side of town.
"Hello?" Chet said, as the door creaked open. "Ungggh!" was the stud's last coherent statement as a blunt object connected with the back of his head as soon as he stepped through the doorway.
Chet's head throbbed...for a few minutes he had no clue where he was, or what had happened. He tried to rub his aching head, but quickly realized his wrists were tightly bound in front of him. He was lying on the floor..."Hey!", he called, "Anyone there? Who slugged me? HELP! Someone untie me!" Then Chet realized that all of this might be part of the initiation, and he shut up quick. He didn't want the frat brothers to think he was a wimp. But damn, did they have to XXXX him out and tie him up?
Chet didn't have long to wait...a man entered the room and loomed over him. He was dressed in tight black jeans, a black t-shirt, and his face was masked. His muscular arms were tattooed, and in his hands he held a large blue bandanna.
"OK, buddy, time for some fun," he growled as he hauled Chet off the floor, and threw him onto the nearby bed. Chest gasped as the masked attacker pulled his lucky shirt down off his shoulders, and yanked it down to his elbows. "Tacky shirt, dude! Now open your piehole!" Chet, terrified yet strangely intrigued, opened his mouth, and his captor shoved the cloth in, pushing it in deeply with his fingertips, then knotting it tightly behind the pledge's head. Chet felt himself pushed down onto the bed, his shoes pulled off, and his ankles being tightly bound with ropes.
"I wasn't expecting any visitors, but I'm always happy to accommodate an unexpected guest," the masked man said.
Chet was confused. Was this some kind of kinky role-play to prove his worthiness to the fraternity? A XXXX scene designed to test his guts? Chet decided that had to be it, so he didn't even flinch as the attacker reached down and unbuckled his belt. He roughly yanked Chet's khakis down, revealing his tight gray briefs, then turned away and picked up several long lengths of thick black rope. Within a couple of minutes, Chet found himself even more tightly bound as the black rope was tightly snaked around his wrists, waist, thighs, knees and lower legs. He grunted into the gag as the ropes were pulled and knotted tautly. Chet struggled a little, and his khakis dropped down to his ankles.
"Don't touch that gag, boy, or you'll be in worse trouble. I'll be right back!"
With his wrists bound in front of him, Chet could have reached his gag and pulled it off, but he figured that it was part of his hazing and he'd better go along. He struggled a bit and tested the bindings. No use, he was tightly bound and would have to wait for the next step of the initiation.
The masked man returned, and without a word, sat on the bed next to his handsome bound captive and yanked down Chet's gray briefs. Chet felt the masked attacker's large hands stroking his muscular, exposed ass and a hot flush hit his cock and balls, hardening his shaft. Chet grunted in feeble protest as he was XXXX, and twisting his head, his eyes fell on a note pad on the bedside table. He read the letterhead on the pad: "West Side Halfway House for Male Sex Offenders". Suddenly, reality sank in...Chet screamed into his gag as he felt his shaft being gripped and pumped.
Much later, as Chet lay exhausted on the bed, th emasked man stuffed a doller up his ass. "For your time", he said.
Meanwhile, across town at 56 EAST Washington, in an elegant townhouse, six studly college students lay bound and gagged on the basement floor, writhing and moaning as they were tortured by the Phi Beta Bondas.
"Well, I guess Chet punked out," said the pledgemaster, as he tied a rope tightly around the handsomest pledge's cock and balls. "Put him on the blacklist!"
The End
Chet played by Lewis
Photography by Jake
Date of Production: 03/07/2003
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Muzzled part 2
21 photos; 5:40 video
Cont'd from part 1
BoundGuy played by Cole
Bad Guy played by Chad
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 11/30/2013
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XXXX Hold
25 photos; 4:27 video
Model : jesse Daniels
hand provided by Mr. Exe
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 01/12/2019
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Hero XXXXped! by Caitiff
35 photos; 5:53 video
Young men had been going missing at the swanky B & D Hotel. The police were stumped. The hotel management wanted to the issue settled quietly for fear of bad publicity.
It was a case for the Neoprene
Neoprene had only recently left being the side kick of the Leather Eagle and was eager to prove he could be just as good a super hero on his own.
But the hotel was a wash as far as clues. There was no sign of XXXX entry, no ransom notes, no witnesses. Young men would just disappear from their rooms. No one could even find out how they were leaving the hotel, assuming they left at all.
Somehow this seemed familiar but Neoprene couldn’t put his finger on it.
Deciding to try questioning the hotel staff again, Neoprene made for the elevators. He could hear his mentor Leather Eagle telling him to always use the stairs. Ahh, what did he know. It couldn’t hurt to use the elevator just this once.
Neoprene waited for the elevator to arrive. From behind he thought he heard a sound. But when he turned it was nothing. Suddenly Neoprene was grabbed from behind. A foul smelling chemical wafted into his nose. Wait, Neoprene knew that smell! He had been exposed to it lots of times in his side kick career. It was the XXXX out agent used by the Intruder! What a fool Neoprene had been!
And then everything went as black as Neoprene’s costume.
Everything is going according to plan, the Masked Intruder thought to himself.The Intruder wasted no time. He knew what he had to do. He had done this a thousand times before. Especially to this guy. Intruder had lost count of how many times he had XXXX out Neoprene, XXXX the side kick for one nefarious plan or another.
“There’s no Leather Eagle to save you now, neofool!”, The Intruder laughed as he hauled his XXXX hostage to a stair well. Once there, Intruder took out his very special ropes and began trussing up the unconscious crime fighter.
First Neoprene’s hands were bound behind his back. Then ropes around his chest and knees. Finally Neoprene’s feet were bound tightly together with coils and coils of rope.
“We can’t have you calling for help. Need to keep you quiet!”, the intruder said as he gagged Neoprene with a rag in his mouth.
The Intruder was soon satisfied that his hostage would be going no where. No one, not even the famed escape artist Leather Eagle could twist out of the Intruder’s ropes once the evil genius finished tying his knots.
Neoprene would stay right where he was, bound hand and foot and gagged into perfect silence. Having more villainy to do before the day was through, the Intruder left his tied up “guest” a few moments alone to ponder the wisdom of underestimating the Intruder.
The End.
Neoprene played by Syler
The Intruder played by Slade
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:05/25/2012 -
Shoping Spree by John
25 photos
Shopping Spree
by John
I had just returned home from shopping at the Galleria. It was a blast. I got a bunch of clothes for cheap! (It’s amazing what you can get when stores are getting rid of their fall lines to make room for the winter line.) I wanted to try on all my new clothes again and was trying to make outfits and decide what I was gonna wear out to the bar tonight when all of a sudden I heard “Don’t move!”
I turned around and this large man was standing there. I felt a little self conscious because I was just standing there in my boxers. He said, “I’ve been following you all day kid” which surprised me. “You’re about my son’s size boy, and well, I can’t afford to buy him all these nice clothes so I’m just gonna borrow them from you!” In the predicament I was in, I didn’t see how I would have a problem with this.
“But I ain’t just gonna walk out of here with these clothes, cuz I can’t have you callin’ the police once I leave.” And with that he took out some rope from his back pocket and tied my arms behind my back and my feet together, grabbed the bandana out of his other pocket, shoved it in my mouth, and then threw me on the bed.
“Now let’s see here….we have some Eddie Bauer, Abercrombie, Gap…excellent choices boy!” He began gathering all my bags together. I had just spent my entire paycheck on all those clothes and I wasn’t going to have some man just take them from me. I started twisting and turning and trying to break out of the rope, but I couldn’t get it too budge at all.“MMMMmmrrrrrpphh” I yelled out, but it was even barely audible to me.
“WOW, you a feisty one kid, can’t leave you like that and have you fall off the bed, so let’s just add a bit more rope to keep you secure” And with that, he rolled me onto my stomach and tied my hands back to my feet. Now I had seen something like this before on one of those magazine covers at the corner porn store, but now here I was a picture perfect model for one of those magazines.
I tried and tried, but I just couldn’t budge any of the ropes to make them looser.
*SLAM* I turned to look at what that noise was, and while I had been distracted with trying to get loose, the man had finally left with my clothes in hand. I was pissed! There goes all my money for the month and my clothes that I needed.After I had been left alone for a couple of minutes I realized that I lived alone and how in the hell would anyone find me, and more important WHO would find me like this? I hope it wasn’t my next door neighbor who I knew hated little twink boys like myself, because I’m sure he would say “You deserve it!” and just leave me helpless. Only time will tell, who will come to my rescue.
The end
The Victim played by Patrick
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 07/17/2003
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XXXXped Brad by Justin
30 photos; 2:17 video
Bradley York is a very rich boy, or should I say his Father is a very rich man. He owns the bank and runs the Country Club. I use to work at the bank until the elder York fired me for coming to work drunk after lunch. I vowed to get my revenge. I took my time for I knew I was going to XXXX his preppy arrogant son for a million bucks. "Revenge is a dish best served cold" a motto I am now living.
I joined the Gym Brad belonged to. I knew I could get into his locker during his workout to get a clay mold of his house key. Finally the evening, a friday had gotten here. Tonight was indeed the night. I watch Brad drive in expensive Mercedes into his garage, step out in his hand made wing tip shoes from Harrod's in London. His perfect dark grey suit and starched shirt. He looked like a male model from GQ mag. His highlited blonde hair blowing in the evening breeze.
I waited another half hour thinking Brad would change and get confortable. I pulled on my ski mask placed the key in the lock, bingo I was in. I moved slowly towards the living room, where I startled Brad lying on the sofa. Clad only in his bloxers and short white gym sox, he yelled "Who the fuck are you, get the fuck out out here I am going to call the police." "Bravo" I exclaimed producing my XXXX. "Now pretty boy shut the fuck up or I will blow your nuts off, understand?" "You utter a sound and your nutless" Brad was a "ladies Man" screwing every piece of trim that walked. "Now Blondie, I want you to stand up raise your hands" He did as told, tears in his eyes.
"Now STRIP," I barked, "Get those grey boxers off your cute straight arse, don't forget those white sox, boy. I wanted to see your vertical, smiling crack" Brad slowly stood and bent over an removed all of his clothing. I was wishing he still had his suit on. "OK, Naked dude I am going to tie you the fuck up. "Why are you doing this?, do you know who my father is! Can't we talk this over?" "Yes Brad, I do know who your father is that's why I am XXXX you for a one million dollar ransom." His mouth dropped open. "I don't want to hurt you but I will if you dad doesn't pay up."I finished tying the ropes and then gagged him. I liked seeing his prick just hanging there waiting for some attention. I took my dick out and started wanking it just to see Brad's reaction. He started to squim but tied tightly like I had him Brad was not going anyplace. I knew I had to move him to my Van. I had backed it up to his garage door so when I opened it, I could just dump this naked preppy in the back and split.
Brad rolled around his rug giving me many visuals treats, My dick was rock hard and I knew I must toss myself off before I moved him. Had to be careful of leaving any DNA for the Cop's to find. I had seen too many CSI'S on TV. I knew the drill so to speak. I picked up Brad's white sox and smelled it. A sex filled aroma of feet and cotton his my nose. I placed Brad's sox over my 9 inch dick (That I knew would find it's way up Brad's virgin cherry-hole later) and wanked and jerked it off, moaning as I did it seeing Brad lying, naked and bound and gagged at my feet. I shot a load that filled his sox. I scooped up his other sox and boxers and stuffed them in my levi's leaving Brad's sox on my still throbbing dick as I zipped myself up.
Ok, Brad we are going on a little trip. I grabbed Brad's cell phone so he could make the Ransom call him self. Begging his Dad to pay the money to avoid being castrated. I went to his jewelry box and grabbed all his rings and four watches. I took a Gucci suitcase and picked five suits and five pairs of size 11 d shoes as I knew we wore ther same size. His silk boxer shorts were next as his silk over the calf black socks plus five silk ties plus shirts. After he paid the Million in small bills, I was going to hire a plane to take me to Belize in Cental America. I could live very well there knowing the USA had no treaty to extridite me. I hoped the Ransom would take several days as I wanted to "explore Brad's sexuality" and see how many time I could make the Blonde CUM!The End
Brad played by Mike
Photography by CaitiffDATE OF Production: 04/12/2005
