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Stretched Out
21 photos; 3:05 video
Model: Arturo
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/30/2009 -
The Long XXXX
30 photos; 5:45 video
Model: Matt
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/18/2009 -
You Quack Me Up by Soft Touch
35 photos
"You quack me up."
"What'd you say, Uncle Bob?"
"Oh, nothing Jesse. Finish your coffee. I want to be on the road before the morning traffic starts."
My Uncle Bob sure was a queer duck. Most of the time we didn't agree on anything, and some of the time I didn't think he liked me very much. I spent all of my spare time working for our local conservation club. My Uncle Bob spent all of his spare time working on his XXXX rack and his decoy ducks. So why was he being so nice to me now?
I was trying to figure that out when I noticed that the room was getting kind of dark. Then the coffee cup kind of slipped right out of my hand. Next thing I knew my head was lying down in a pool of warm coffee, and then everything went really black.
At first, I thought I must've somehow fallen back to XXXX again because I woke up sitting in the back of Uncle Bob's pick up truck and I couldn't remember how I got here. I wanted to ride up front with my Uncle Bob, but when I tried to move, I discovered that I had these ropes all over me. I was tied up! And then I saw my Uncle Bob's smiling face looking down at me while he checked to make sure that all of the ropes were knotted good and tight.
"Mmhat mar mou gooing goo me?" I couldn't talk. There was some kind of sticky tape plastered all over my mouth.
"Sorry, I don't speak duct duct tape, that is." Uncle Bob laughed at me.
Then he patted me on top of my cap and took the sunglasses off of my eyes.
"You won't need these rose-colored glasses any more. I'm going to show you the world the way it really is, Jesse-boy."
"Mmwhat? Mmo! Met me gho!" I tried yelling at him, but I couldn't get my lips to move with all of that sticky tape stuck all over my mouth.
"Sorry Jesse-boy. Your lips are camouflaged so I can't see what you're saying."
That made me a little mad and I started pulling and twisting at the ropes that were all around my wrists and my ankles and my knees, but the knots were really tight and I couldn't get loose. Then Uncle Bob grabbed me by my feet and pulled on them until I was lying down more or less flat and out of sight on the hard truck bed.
"Now you be a good boy, Jesse, and lay quiet. I'm going to take you out into the woods so that you can meet some of your friends." Uncle Bob laughed and laughed as he climbed into the cab and started up the truck. Then the truck started moving and we were off to I don't know where.
I didn't want to go, but the inside of my head was still pretty fuzzy, and I was feeling weak all over, and those ropes were tied so that I could hardly move anything at all. So I did my best to get comfortable on that hard bed and started watching all of the nice clouds racing by up above me. I think I must've dozed off again because when the pick up bounced to a stop again we were somewhere out in the deep woods.
Uncle Bob dropped the tail gate. Then he grabbed me by my feet and dragged me over until I was sitting on the tail gate with my tied feet hanging down over the side.
"Mmhere mar me?" I worried my lips against the tight layers of tape that kept on pinching them tightly together.
I looked around and all I could see was lots of trees everywhere. I had been out in the woods before, but I didn't recognize this place at all. And I was a little bit scared, not knowing where I was, or what was going to happen to me. Then Uncle Bob wrapped his big hand around the back of my neck and squeezed me just hard enough to let me know that he could squeeze a whole lot harder.
"Now listen, Jesse-boy. I'm going to untie your feet and then we're going to take a little walk. You give me any trouble and I'm going to tie your feet again so that you'll have to crawl all of the way like the little snake that you are!"
"Mmghes ghir," I mumbled into my tape plaster. I had never seen my Uncle Bob so angry before and it kind of scared me not knowing what he was capable of.
Then Uncle Bob put his big arm around my shoulders and started shoving me along down this narrow trail through the woods. I couldn't move very fast because my knees were still tied together and my hands were tied down to my knees. So all I could do was to take these little baby steps with my feet which made the rest of me waddle like a fat duck. Then the dark woods were all closing in all around me and, the further we got away from the truck, the more scared I was getting.
"This is far enough," Uncle Bob said finally. Then he grabbed me by my shoulders and pushed my back up against this big tree. Then he took another coil of rope and began wrapping it all around my arms and my chest and that big tree, tighter and tighter until I could feel the rough bark of that tree digging into my back through my favorite shirt. Then he tied my feet tightly together again.
"There, that ought to hold you, Jesse-boy. Now you can spend some time with all of your little animal friends. Pretty soon all of the nice ducks and bears and rattlesnakes will all be coming by to say hello to you. Oh, and Andy Fox said that he saw a pack of wolves out here recently. You be sure to say hello to all of them for me."
"Mmhat? Mgho! Mmou man't goo ghis goo mmee!" I screamed.
But Uncle Bob just laughed and waved good-bye. "I'll be back some time tonight or maybe tomorrow to see what's left of you and your know-it-all mouth after they've had their little visit."
"Mmho! Mmease, Mmoncle Mob! Mmon't meave mee!"
But my Uncle Bob didn't even look back. He just kept on walking back up the trail to his truck.
Everything got really quiet.
And then I could hear them! All kinds of little chirps and chitters and whirrs and the rustle of unseen things all moving through the grass and the trees all coming toward me coming closer and closer. I struggled and strained against all of the tight ropes that were tied all around me, and I tried screaming for help past all the layers of camouflaged tape that were sealing my mouth shut, but it was no use.
And now all that I could think of was, after all of the nice things I had tried to do for all of my animal friends, now I was going to be their lunch!
Well, Not Quite.
Jesse played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/25/2002
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Bare Ass
32 photos; 4:12 video
Model : Nick
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 09/26/2007
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The Spy Who Tied Me
27 photos; 4:42 video
Cont'd from part one
James awoke fitfully. As before he couldn't’ move his hands. They were still tied behind his back. But he wasn’t sitting in a chair. Instead he could feel cloth under his face. He was lying on a mattress.
Still groggy, James tried to get up. His feet were still free. But James wasn’t just still tied up. He was still being guarded as well.James felt his feet grabbed by the Cuban and tied together roughly. Then with his legs bent and XXXX back, James was hog tied.
“Ahh. so he is awake, is he?”, James could hear someone say.
Looking up, James saw it was Marcus Rimmer, the alleged head of the smuggling ring James had been sent to investigate.
“So this is the best Canada has to offer? What a joke.”“Mmmmm!”, was al james could say through the tape gag. The Cuban responded by grabbing James’ head and tightening the ropes around his hands.
“Take off his shoes. He has a tracking device in one of them.”
How did h know that?
The Cuban took James’ shoes.
“Get comfortable, Mr. Bind. You will be our guest for quite a while.”, Marcus Rimmer laughed as he left James to the Cuban’s tender mercies.
James could only twist in his ropes as the Cuban and his men brought out a large box.
“Ok, first we box this gringo up. Then we ship him to the headquarters.”
James Bind played By Brant
Shibari Ropework by Joe Wright
Photography by Caitiff
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Date of Production: 01/23/2008
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Held Captive by Nick007
27 photos; 6:30 video
Derek had been spoiled by his rich parents his whole life. He constantly threw his money around to make “friends”. Of course he was always the life of the party. And who wouldn't be the life of the party when you are literally throwing money into the air. Of course throwing your money around is bound to get you into trouble sooner or later.
One night, Derek was out partying with his so called friends. The night had been going on like it always does. The beer kept flowing and music never died down. Soon Derek was right where his “friends” wanted him to be. Not drunk enough to pass out but drunk enough to do what any pretty girl asked him to do.
“Hey! Look what I found!” one of his friends said as he held up coils of rope and a roll of duct tape. “Let's have some fun!”
“YEAH! Lets tie up Derek!” one of the hottest girls at the party yelled. She walked over to Derek and stood in front of him using her patented stance that just screamed, if you do as I say then maybe I'll XXXX with you but we all know I wont. “Please Derek.”
“For you, babe, anything.” Derek agreed.
The guy with the rope began to wrap rope around Derek's wrists, behind his back. After that, an even longer rope was wrapped around his chest, over and over. Derek began to wonder where they found all this rope, but this thought quickly faded as the hot girl kept his attention on her. Then everything went dark due to someone blindfolding him.
“Ha ha! Ok guys. We all had our little fun now untie me.” Derek said.
But this plea fell on deaf ears as someone put duct tape over Derek's mouth. He was then XXXX into a chair as more rope was added to secure him to the chair.
CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! They were taking pictures of him. When Derek thought about it, this seemed very abnormal. We've all seen pictures of drunken parties that end up with someone tied up, but this was starting to seem premeditated. And soon Derek found out why.
“Ok we got enough pictures.” the hot girl said. “Now let's get them to his parents. Once they see him in this predicament they will pay a lot to get their little boy back.”
'They can't be serious' Derek thought. 'Are they really going to hold me for ransom?'
“You're probably wondering what is going on Derek.” the girl said. “Well we figured if you had that much money then your parents must have a lot more. And we're going to get it. So I hope you're comfortable because you are going to be here for awhile.”
Derek struggled against the ropes. However no matter how much he tied to get free, the ropes were just too tight. His only hope now was his parents. He could only hope they would pay right away.
“And in the mean time, I think I am going to allow Jimmy over here to have a little fun with you.” the girl said. “He's always had a crush on you and loves the look of a helpless man. So you two play nice.”
“MMMPPPHHHH!!”
The End.
Model: Derek
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:05/10/2013
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The Bunny Hops Back by Soft Touch
30 photos
Cont'd from Part 1
Two weeks went by before I trusted myself enough to go back to the scene of my mugging. Back then I was really surprised and I only wanted to be reasonable, which is the way I am most of the time. But then I became angry, really angry at the way that mugger had humiliated me. And it had taken me this long to calm down enough to really enjoy my revenge.
There he was standing on the footbridge with a stupid smirk on his face, just waiting for his next willing victim to come along. Well the Bunny was back!
“Hey, I know you,” he sneered at me. “You bring me some more money?”
“Back off, Jumbo! I've got nothing but trouble for you!”
The big guy gave me a toothy grin and grabbed the front of my shirt. “You going to give me trouble?”
And then it happened. Four years in the Marines, four very long years of day after long day learning just three big things over and over again – Improvise! Adapt! Overcome!
Before the mugger had the first clue about what was happening to him his body sailed through the air and landed hard on the footbridge. Then he was laying there with his face full of pain and his eyes full of confusion while his brain tried to figure out why he was lying down on the ground with my foot on his chest.
“I told you the last time I didn't want any trouble, but you didn't listen,” I told him. “Now you're going to learn that turnabout is fair play.”
For a moment I almost felt sorry for him. I could see that he was confused and afraid. Things like this didn't happen to him. But then the moment passed and I decided to use his fear and confusion to my advantage. I grabbed some rope out of my pack and quickly wrapped up his big paws and arms behind his back. And then I smiled.
Last week I found this old bandanna way down in the bottom of my laundry bin. It had been lying in there for so long I couldn't remember the last time I had used it to clean my car. Normally when I find something that is that old and that dirty, I just throw it away. But instead I had saved this bandanna special just for this guy.
He winced when I drew it roughly between his teeth, and then he began to make these funny animal-like sounds when he tasted how dirty it was, but I just ignored him.
“Have a seat!” I pushed him down onto the bridge.
Then he started shaking his head and making all kinds of pleading sounds behind the bandanna. He thought that I was going to call the cops and he didn't like that idea at all, but I just laughed at him. So big, so tough; I just grabbed some more rope and lashed his feet and legs together so that he couldn't go anywhere.
Then I waved bye-bye. “See you around Big Guy!”
He thought I was gone and so he really began to struggle against the tight ropes and the awful tasting gag. But I just went a short way into the trees so that I could have a ring-side seat to watch his misery. It would do him some good to stew awhile. And then I got an even better idea.
“Did you miss me Big Guy?”
Surprise, happiness and fear washed over his sweating face in waves.
“Come on, Big Boy, up on your feet. I've got something really special planned for you.”
The mugger went along with the idea and let me help him up onto his feet. The whole time his gagged mouth was going like crazy. I think he was trying to beg me to let him go, but it was hard to tell with his mouth full of soggy cloth. Not that I really cared. I'd already decided what I was going to do with Mister Mugger.I rebound his hands up above his head to that he was hung up on this pipe that was all decorated with caution tape. He didn't mind that too much. But then he saw me take my camera out of my pack.
“Come on, Mister Mugger, smile nice for the birdie.”
I do believe that Mister Mugger was camera shy. He made all sorts of strange faces while I snapped away at him, and he made even stranger noises into the rank gag that was dividing his mouth. But I didn't care.“All right, big Guy, pay attention. This is what is going to happen. Me and my friends use this park every week. If I ever see you in this park or anyplace else ever again – these pictures go right to the police! You got that?”
After a long moment, Jumbo nodded his head and closed his eyes submissively.
“Good boy. Now don’t worry, some nice stranger will come along to set you free. They might even get here before the regular police patrol. Have a nice day.THE END
The Mugger played by Steve
Gordon the Ex-Victim played by Ron
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 07/23/2003
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The Gift
34 photos
Model : Kent
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 05/29/2008
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Hog Tied and Barefoot
20 photos; 3:14 video
Model David
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 02/07/2019
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Hung Justice
20 photos; 5:45 video
Deputy played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/08/2018 -
Whiny Ass
21 photos; 3:54 video
Model: Mike
Photographry by CaitiffDate of Production: 11/24/2011
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At Attention
26 photos; 6:51 video
Soldier played by Dylan
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production:05/29/2014
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Caught in the Act by Sammy
36 photos
My roommate had fallen asleep in his favorite chair after looking at his favorite porn again. He always liked looking at the pictures of hot guys tied up and helpless. Well tonight was his fantasy was coming true. He had always slept like a log. Nothing short of his twelve different alarm clocks ever woke him up usually. It ws absolutely no trouble to truss him up throughout the whole procedue he never even woke. I started with lots of criss-crossing rope around his neck and chest. I wound it around and around his torso then criss- crossed it several times and looped I over his neck. Then I moved on to his legs and wrapped several intricate criss-crosses and looped more rope around and around his ankles and just above and below his knees to ensure he was bound up tight ass a christmas ham. Finaly the coup de gace I smeared a sticky piece of duct tape ove his mouth and shook him until his eyes nearly leaped out of his skull.
"Welcome to your fantasy", I sneered, "Now, if you obey every little command I give I will ensure that you enjoy yourself to the fullest. Do you understand."
"MMpph, mm." he nodded his head vigourously.
He seemed to already be enjoying himself if the growing bulge in his pants was any indication. I reached down and graabed it and he convulsed with pleasure.
"No. no, not yet I am not ready for you begin having fun. I was just letting you know who was in charge."
Despite myself I found that this was also very enjoyable for me as well.
"Get up off the the chair and lay on the ground." I commanded.
"Mmph, mm." he nodded his obedience and after a bit of a sruggle he stopped hopped a few feet and awkwardly lowered himself to the ground.
"Now, roll onto you stomach and lift your feet int the air."
"Mmpph, mmm?!"
Once again he did as he was told and I quickly produced more rope and cinched hi into an extreme hog tie. His face turned read with the intensity of the cruel bondage.
"Now, since you have been such a good boy I shall give you a small treat. Roll over."
As soon as he struggled to a sitting position in the hog tie I reached down and unzipped his pants...
This was going to be a fun night for both of us.
The End
The Room Mate played by Eddie
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/15/2007
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In My Hands
22 photos; 5:40 video
Dean was just doing his job as janitor, cleaning the office when Donovan broke in. Soon Dean found himself bound and gagged.
Unfortunately Donovan decided he had time to spare and took his boredom out on the helpless Dean.
Model:Dean
Model:Donovan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:06/03/2014
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XXXX on the Job
22 photos; 5:22 video
Worker played by Rawy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/23/2012 -
Helpless to Act by Kurt
28 photos
Ted was doing as he had been told...standing in the corner with his face to the wall. It was humiliating, but when an object is pointed at you, you're inclined to do as you're told.
He had just come back from a long run, and when he entered the house, he immediately heard some odd noises coming from the living room. He peeked in, and saw two figures in black rifling through his stuff and pushing the furniture around.
"HEY! Who the...." Ted exclaimed, and the two men swung around to face him. They had on stocking masks which squashed their facial features in that creepy way Ted had seen in movies and on TV shows. And one of them was pointing that object right at Ted's chest.
Gesturing with the XXXX, the intruder "invited" Ted to join them. Ted had instinctively raised his hands when he saw the object, and took a few steps forward. He was grabbed by the other guy in a headlock.
"Now, just be good, kid, and you'll be all right. We'll be out of here in a little while."
Ted gasped for breath as the muscular arm tightened around his throat, and some little white fireworks began to pop in front of his eyes. The guy moved his arm, and grabbed Ted's arms, twisting them behind his back in a vise-like grip. Ted heard the unmistakeable sound of duct tape being torn from a roll, and the armed thug plastered two wide strips over his mouth, sealing them down tightly with the edge of his hand. At the same time, Ted felt thick rope being wound around his wrists, and knotted. As soon as his hands were locked up in rope, he was pushed into the corner.
The two strangers went back to work, trashing Ted's living room.
After about ten minutes, one of them spoke.
"Hey Lenny, I think this is the wrong house. There ain't no safe in here."
"Hey kid, is this 1292 Evergreen?"
Ted's eyes widened and he shook his head "NO!" as he tried to grunt through his gag. He lived at 1294 Evergreen.
"Dammit, Lenny, we better split!"
"OK, but we better tie the kid up more...gimme the rest of that rope!"Before he knew it, Ted was pushed down onto his butt, and his ankles were quickly roped together. Then he was rolled onto his stomach, and his legs were pulled up and tied to his hands, hogtying him.
"Sorry, kid, our mistake", the one with the XXXX said. He swung the butt of the object towards the back of Ted's head, and Ted went out for a nice long XXXX.
The End
Ted Played by Matt Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:03/05/2011 -
The Naked House Boi by Caitiff
33 photos; 6:30 video
Carlos was pissed. Busy and pissed. He and his room mate, Daniel, had always had a competitive streak. Each could not pass up a bet. And the consequences had been escalating.
Having seriously misjudged how much the Chicago Cubs would win by, Carlos had lost. As his punishment, he had to be naked whenever in the house and guests were not over. Not only that he had to be Daniel’s house boy, cooking and cleaning and at Daniel’s whim when not at work.
They had compromised in that Carlos could wear an apron so his wang wouldn’t hang out. But if Carlos felt Daniel slap his ass one more time...
Busy cooking dinner so it would be done before Daniel came home, Carlos had forgotten to lock the door. He had had to come home early just to get things ready, that asshole Daniel had wanted a four course meal. Carlos had stripped, put on the apron and begun getting things prepared when he heard the door creaking behind him.
“Damn, you aren’t supposed to be here yet!”, Carlos yelled and then stopped short as he saw it wasn’t his room mate who had entered the apartment.
A man in a hoody stood in the door way.
“Do as I say and you won’t get hurt!”, He said. If he noticed that Carlos was nude he didn’t mention it.
The man spun Carlos around. More embarrassed to be seen by a total stranger bare ass naked then even scared, Carlos put up no fight as his hands were securely bound behind his back.
Carlos fidgeted in the ropes, trying to find the non-existent slack. His hands were tied tight. Carlos was totally under this guys control. To complete that control, Carlos was gagged with a bandanna tied tightly between his lips.
“Mmmmpphh!”, Carlos grunted through his gag for all the good it did him. He could only pray that the guy didn’t have any other plans for him, like taking off the apron Carlos wore. Being bound and gagged was bad enough but Carlos did not want to be completely naked too.
Fortunately the man only seemed to want to rob the place. He had been thrown off because the few times he had checked the apartment out, both residents had been gone at this time.
He threw Carlos onto a stool and commanded him to sit where the man could keep an eye on him.
Carlos could only obey and watch as the man made a mess of the apartment Carlos had cleaned a little while before. In frustration, Carlos moaned through his gag as he also struggled against his ropes.
Annoyed that his hostage wasn’t being co-operative, the man took out more rope and tied up Carlos’ feet. More rope was used to further secure Carlos to the chair.
“Mmmmaammmm?!”, Carlos pleaded but the man wasn't listening. Seeing that Carlos was pretty flexible he bound his captive’s arms together was well, cinching the ropes tight. Finally he blindfolded Carlos.
Now Carlos was even more helpless. He couldn’t speak nor see nor move off of the chair. Unfortunately Carlos never did have the sense to know when to quit. He continued to struggle despite knowing that his captor was right there in the room watching him.
The robber, however, had already torn the small apartment apart and besides for a watch and some dress shoes, he had found nothing of value he could take. This thing was a bust.
For a while the man considered taking his frustration out on the half naked guy tied up in the kitchen. However the man decided he didn't’ have time. The other room mate would be home before too long and the man had other places to go.
Blindfolded, Carlos had no way of knowing that he was now alone. He continued struggling and grunting through his gag. Eventually his persistence paid off, at least in part. He did finally manage to get off the chair though his hands were still bound. Carlos also slipped the gag out of his mouth.
Carlos heard the door behind him open again and tensed. Had the robber come back? “What the hell is all this shit?”, Carlos heard his room mate Daniel exclaim.
Carlos had his blind fold taken off and before his stood Daniel.
“Oh thank God! It was a robber! He..”“Oh please. That’s the lamest story you have ever told me. I knew you wanted to get out of fulfilling your bet but did you think this would work?”
“What? No! There really was a robbe..Mmmpphh!”, Carlos never got to finish that sentence as his room mate shoved the gag back into his mouth.
“And the place is a pig sty!, “Daniel yelled. Gagged again, Carlos could not argue. “All right, I guess we go into a penalty round. I don’t know how you got yourself tied up but you can just stay that way until I think of a proper punishment. You can bet on that!”
“Mmm!” Carlos was seriously considering not making any more bets. The End
Carlos played by Xavier
Daniel played by JMZ
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/13/2010 -
Bound Boss by TBBM
24 photos; 6:06 video
Ron Jeffries was a tough editor at a local newspaper, pressuring his staff to go that extra mile for a scoop, to dig a little deeper.Most of his staff thrived on it and most had the same loose relationship with ethics that Ron did. The more a story could be embellished, the better. The consequences of misleading the public with the truth was not something that Ron lost a lot of XXXX over. Or any at all.However for every negative action, there was always going to be a consequence and when Ron started publishing stories that were a hit piece on a potential Mayoral candidate, it didn't take long for that candidate to get a little even on the unscrupulous editor.Ron had stayed late at night when two men broke into the offices of the paper he was adding the final touches to. Ron didn't have time to do anything before his assailants tackled him to the ground, tied and gagged him and brought him away.Ron was brought to the home of the Mayoral candidate to whom he had taken such an extreme dislike to. The candidate only smirked as he looked Ron up and down, the latter being manhandled by hired goons."I really don't know what your issue is with me, Mr Jeffries," the candidate said. "But I'll not have you or your rag of a paper sabotage my good work."Ron gave him a look to say "try and stop me" before realising that his current predicament was doing just that."We'll have to get rid of you without it looking like we had anything to do with it," the candidate said, slowly circling Ron before adding. "Yes, I fear a rather unfortunate fate is to befall you, Mr Jeffries."Ron did not like the sound of that one bit."Put him away for now," the candidate continued. "A secure room where no-one will look for him.""Yes sir," one of the goons said as they both began to manhandle Ron out of the Mayoral candidate's study. "Come on, Mr Editor. We have a nice place where you can retire before the end."Ron was left in the basement, tightly bound and gagged to struggle before being told he'd be taken care of in a few hours. He knew his life depended on getting out of there and fast. It took all the strength he could muster but he began to slowly loosen his bonds. Pulling the gag out of his mouth, he knew he had be smart if he was going to get out of this one in one piece.The Boss played by Ron Jeffries
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 02/13/2019
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Harassing the Jock
25 photos; 6:55 video
The Football player played by Rex
His Friend played by Rick
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/19/2019 -
Captured Officer
20 photos; 4:06 video
Captured Officer played by Mike
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 12/18/2018
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Slade's Golden Boi
31 photos; 5:55 video
Golden Boi played by Syler
Slade by Himself
Photography by Slade
Date of Production: 08/13/2016 -
XXXX Out and Tied Up by Nick007
31 photos; 4:37 video
Kyle was one of the most terrible people on this planet; he was a head CEO of a major company who was very corrupt. He would regularly order someone in the company to dump illegal chemicals into the nearby river because it’s cheaper than disposing of them the right way. We locals were not very happy about it and we tried everything we could think of to get that company to stop. We wrote a petition, but he just ignored us. We tried protesting in front of the company, but he called the police and some of us got taken in for disturbing the peace. We even managed to take him to court, but his $500 an hour lawyer got him off Scott free. There was no hope of stopping Kyle legally so my good friend Rick suggested something a little different. He said we would have to confront Kyle face to face; I agreed and told the other locals that Rick and I would take care of this problem. So, I grabbed my rope/tape and Rick got his XXXX and we went Kyle’s house.
It was a big fancy house with two red Ferraris in the driveway, and a lawn that had very expensive fake grass. “Is this what that bastard spend his money on while the river ecosystem is dying?”, Rick sneered; “Don’t worry”, I confronted him, “We’ll make sure he never buys another useless luxury again”. We climbed over the wooden fence and jimmied the back door; “Wow, he has all of this money and yet he has no security?”, Rick commented; “This guy is so full of himself that he probably DOESN’T need any”, I responded. We went over the plan of how to “convince” Kyle to stop dumping his crap in our river. Suddenly we heard a car pull in; we pulled the silk curtain back to see that Kyle has just pulled up in yet another red Ferrari. “Show time”, Rick smiled holding up his white cloth.
Kyle walked up and slowly unlocked his front door. Immediately, Rick grabbed him and put the cloth over his mouth; he struggled for about 10 seconds before he slipped into unconsciousness and fell to the floor. “Ok”, he said, “Let’s tie this corporate pig up”; I had my rope in my hand and walked over to the passed-out Kyle. His arms and calves were XXXX so it was easy to place them together for a quick and dirty tie-up; I made sure that I tied his hands and legs very tightly before I got up. “Now, let’s get him into that chair over there”, Rick pointed. So, I grabbed him, sling him over my shoulder and place him on the chair.
“My turn”, Rick made his way towards the back of Kyle’s chair pulling out a purple bandana. “Hm, what’s that for?”, I asked; “well”, he chuckled, “we got to make sure he doesn’t call his $500 lawyer again”. He XXXX the purple gag through Kyle’s teeth and tied it real tight; “Hm, I don’t think that’ll be enough to shut this guy up”, I stated as I pulled out my good old grey duct tape. “Please”, Rick insisted, “Be my guest”. I took a long strip of tape and pressed it over the bandana. “Now that that’s done, let’s get started”, Rick cracked his knuckled.I gave our captive a quick wake-up slap. “MMM?”, Kyle moaned before he realized what had happened. He gave a quick jerk forward, but Rick quickly pushed him back down on the chair. “I guess you’re wondering why we’re here today Mr. CEO”, I said while Kyle looked up straight at me. “We are here today because you are a very bad man who has done very bad things”, I answered Kyle’s confused look. “Yea”, Rick continued, “You have been putting your company’s chemicals into the river and we want it to stop”. Kyle just glared at us and turned the other way; I could see Rick’s muscles flex as he held his fist. I pulled Rick to an adjacent room and told him to calm down; “No”, he pulled away, “That little shit doesn’t even care about anything, but himself”! “I know, I know”, I tried to diffuse him, “Let us just stick to the plan and we will get him to care”.
I waited a minute until Rick finally cooled down. After, we went back into the room only to discover that Kyle was missing. “WHAT!”, Rick almost broke the sound barrier, “WHERE THE HELL IS HE?!” I heard some hopping sounds from the kitchen so I sent Rick to search in the opposite direction of it. I knew Kyle was in the kitchen, but I didn’t want Rick knowing that so after Rick left, I went to the kitchen. When I walked in, I saw Kyle trying to cut himself from with a knife; “Whoa whoa”, I quickly stopped him. I span him around; he tried ramming me into the wall, but I pushed back and fell to the floor. “OK”, I sighed, “You can either listen to me for about 30 seconds OR I can call Rick back in here and let him deal with you”. Kyle nodded and looked up at me. “Good, now, you and your company are ruining the environment with all of those chemicals and we don’t like it. We want you to dispose of the chemicals the right way and don’t even say that money is an issue because by the look of this house and your three Ferraris, your company is doing very well”, I laid it all out for him.
He sighed and looked very regretful. I called Rick back into the kitchen and explained everything that happened. Rick crouched down towards Kyle and plainly said, “You better be good on your word or we will come back”. We decided to leave Kyle on the floor and make our way out. “MMM!”, Kyle called out and Rick responded, “Why don’t you use that kitchen knife to get yourself free”. We left waiting to see if Kyle would really do what I asked.
The next day, Kyle called a press conference and gave a public apology about his company and vowed to do whatever it took to restore the river to its natural state. That night, the town had a huge party in the local bar. Someone came up to me and Rick while we were partying asked how we did it. We both answered, “Let’s just say that the environment is more important to Kyle now than his money”.Kyle playd by Matt
Rock played by Arturo
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production 04/10/2009 -
My Cup Runneth Over by Fidelis
24 photos
Ah, home sweet home, Richard thought as he stood on the stoop, stamping his feet to get rid of the excess snow. It had been a long and profitable week, but now he was going to get some well-earned rest and relaxation. As he shrugged off his overcoat, he couldn’t help but smile as he thought of the coup that he had managed to pull off this week. Snatching away the Jamison account from that loser Jones had just been the icing on the cake. Icing that was going to bring in big bucks and big kudos. Yes, there was definitely going to be a promotion in store for Richard Stephenson. He chuckled to himself as he thought of the look on Jones’s face when he realized what had happened. It had been priceless. Hmm, it was a bit chilly in here – there was a distinct draught blowing around his ankles. Once he had hung up his coat in the closet he would..
"SURPRISE!"
Richard had no time to react before a figure leaped out of the closet, tackling him, XXXXing him to the floor. He XXXXd as his necktie was grabbed and wrapped around his throat, throttling him. It felt as if his eyes were going to pop out of his head as his supply of oxygen was cut off. Not content with strangling him, his assailant was banging Richard’s head against the floor.
"Take that, you smug, cheating bastard. I hope it fucking hurts!"
Even with roaring sound in his ears, the voice sounded familiar to Richard. Just before he passed out the pressure on his throat eased. As he tried to drag air into his empty lungs, he was flipped onto his stomach, and his arms were dragged behind his back. Gasping for breath like a landed fish, he couldn’t stop his attacker from wrapping rope around his wrists.
"Stand up, you slime ball. Oh, you have a problem getting up? Here, let me help you."
"OOOOOWWWWWW!" Richard shrieked in pain as a hand grabbed his hair and dragged him to his feet. He was sobbing as he was dragged into his living room and thrown into a chair. It was only then that he got a good luck at the man from the closet.
"Jones" he wheezed "what do you want?"
"Shut the fuck up you two-faced piece of shit. I don’t want to hear a word out of you. This’ll help you to keep quiet."
"No, don’t …GMMMMMPPHHHHHH!"
Richard thought he was going to puke as a piece of cloth was shoved into his mouth, halfway down his throat. A couple of pieces of tape sealed in the cloth, effectively silencing him.
"MMMPHHHNOOMMMOUCHOHHHNNOOOOSHTOP!"
Hmmm, Jones does seem really pissed, Richard observed to himself as his business rival wound rope tightly around his body. He didn’t care one little bit for the manic gleam in Jones’s eyes. The guy had always seemed a bit edgy, but this was ridiculous. Talk about overkill! So what if he had lost the account? Something equally juicy would turn up. Eventually.
"How does that feel? You don’t look quite so smug now, you smarmy turd. Ha, if they could see you now. All roped and gagged and mussed up. What should I do with you now? Let me think about it. Gee whiz, I’m all out of ideas. What do you think, Richy baby? Hmmm? Speak up, I can’t hear you."
"GGGGGMMMMWHYMMDONMMWEGGTALKBOUTMTHIS? HMMMM?"
"HAHAHA! Talk? I’m sick and tired of listening to you, you glib ass kisser. You really did a fucking number on me with Jamieson, didn’t you? I am surprised you could still talk, your head was so far up his ass. No, no talking from you, babe."
Hmmmph, what a sore loser. Jones was just jealous. If he wanted to succeed in this business, he had to smooth away his rough edges, and learn to talk about the things that counted. Good wine, fine dining, boating, travel, things like that. Richard rolled his eyes as Jones ranted and raved. He would just let the poor idiot run out of steam. The schmuck would eventually come to his senses and realize what a big mistake he had made. Of course, Richard hoped that he didn’t realize quite how badly he had erred when he broke into the house and abused and bound him. Oh, this big blond was going to jail for a long, long time – plus, he would lose his business. There were still a few choice tidbits that Richard hadn’t managed to pry loose from him. The thought of the vengeance he was going to wreak almost made him forgot his discomfort.
"And all of that fancy talk about wine. Who the fuck wants to drink wine that tastes like earth and blueberries and chocolate all rolled into one? You wouldn’t stop boasting about your wine cellar and all the pricey vintages that you had collected. Why don’t I go and look and see what I can find? Hmmm? Does that sound good to you, Richy Rich?"
Richard’s musings came to an abrupt end. His wine cellar? No, even Jones wouldn’t dare touch his wine! It was monstrous! As Jones would off in search of the wine, Richard began a frantic struggle to get free. He wriggled and squirmed trying to reach the knots around his wrists. As he heard the distant sound of glass shattering, he threw himself to the floor, thinking that he might get wriggle room if he was lying down instead of sitting in the chair. As he heard more crashes, he gave up on freeing his wrists, and concentrated on trying to undo the ropes around his ankles. If he could free his feet, he could make a dash for it and summon help before this madman inflicted any more damage.
"Where do you think you’re going, tricky Dicky? It’s not polite trying to leave just as the party is about to begin. I’ve got to fix you. Now, no kicking! That is even ruder. Tsk, tsk, trying to kick your guest. What would Mumsie think? There, that should keep you in one place. Now it’s time for a little drink. All of this work is making me thirsty. What should it be? This Chateau Petrus, or this Chateua…whaddya call it? Yquem? Or how about this Screaming Eagle. Yeah, I think the bird wine. At least its made in the good old US of A.
"MMMMNNNOOO!!!GGGMGMPPHNOTMMTHESHREAMINGMEAGLE!"
Richard wept in impotent fury as the philistine calmly sat down in a chair, turned on the TV and opened the precious bottle.
"Hey, it’s not too bad. It will taste better with a little Coke or something like that added to it. Lemme see what I can find. Don’t you go anywhere."
Richard nearly had a stroke. It was bad enough that he would have to lie here and watch that prick drink his wine, but to XXXX to watch its desecration with pop…no, he couldn’t bear it. He made a titanic effort to free himself, grunting in pain as he strained every muscle in his body. Alas, it was futile. He couldn’t loosen the ropes one little bit.
"Mmm, this is yummy. I could get used to it. No wonder you like this shit so much. Just a little more Coke….delish!"
Richard lay on the floor in sullen silence, as he unwelcome guest sucked back the bottle. He was fuming, plotting how to get even. Jones was going to regret the day that his mother met his father. Why the fuck couldn’t he shut up. Richard tried to block out the sound of Jones’s rambling, but it was impossible. Even the sound of the cartoons on the TV couldn’t drown out the sound of the increasingly inebriated Jones.
"Well, hick, that wasn’t too bad. You know, Dicky, I’m feeling better already. Now, this one is almost a dead soldier. What do you say that I try this Quemy stuff, no that’s not right…Y-Quem. That how you say it?"
"MMMMNNOOOOO! GGMUGOTTAMMSTOPNOW!"
"Stop, why should I stop? I’ve just started. You know, this stuff makes even a sack of shit like you look kinda good. Yeah this hooch here is making me feel all soft and gooey, romantic even. What do you think, Richy? You want to be pals, huh? Come on, talk to me."
Richard gulped as Jones grabbed his hair and XXXX him to look up. Seeing the bulge in Jones’s jeans made him gasp. Jones couldn’t , he wouldn’t. Would he? But…Richard would do almost anything to save the rest of his wine. He gulped through his gag and attempted to look inviting.
"MMMERRMMMURR….SURE! GGROMANTIC!"
"Thats a boy. Just one more lil drink, or maybe a couple more, and then we’ll get down to business."THE END
Richard played by Rodrigio
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 02/08/2005
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XXXX Strip by Zac
30 photos; 6:03 video
Jerome was excited about his interview. He worked in construction a few years and was offered a chance to move up into management over a small crew of guys. He really bonded well with his crew, and Jerome often stepped up to lead when the crew chief was busy. Now Chief Danny is retiring and was given the task of choosing a new guy to lead the pack. He only know one person for the job...Jerome
Jerome was told to show up at Danny's house at 2pm sharp to discuss the job and conduct a formal interview. It was a small construction company, and meetings were often held there. Jerome has met there many times, which was the perfect bait to capture this beefy hunk hahaha!
Danny was obsessed with bondage porn and no one knew of his addiction. He kept it way in the dark from his professional life, except when he meets a good friend now and then. It was the perfect way to lure guys into his ropes. Usually his playmates are friendly but rather twinkish, but Danny was getting bored with twinks and wanted someone who was well built so he could play with him hehe
Jerome showed up as asked he was very punctual and precise with his orders. He dressed well in a preppy stripe shirt and black jeans oh how nice to get Danny all hard before this meeting even started haha!
They sat down and got all the boring stuff outta the way then Danny said "Well Jer I think ur the perfect man for the job.""Really sir?" Jerome replied
"Absolutely!" Danny confirmed "Would you like to get started right away? We need to go through some training scenarios so I can test your skills."
"Sure" Jerome nodded"Now don't panic Jer this may seem a little odd at first but I think you can handle it rather well."
"OK man"
"Sometimes in the field a manager has to know what to do if a crisis situation arises. We build high security warehouses, and a few times we've been held up and robbed for information that will grant them access to them. We will demonstrate a little skit. I'll play the robber and ur the supervisor dude. I have to see what ur going to do to make a final decision to promote you. Loss prevention is our highest priority, and this is a pass/fail test, do you understand?""Uh OK I guess..." Jerome said in a confused way
"Now slap this gag on NOW!!"
"Uh OK..." Jerome was scared outta his mind but trusted his boss with his life. Jerome cut one strip of tape off a roll Danny threw at him and slapped it over his pretty face..."mmmppphh" he replied in grunts
Danny pointed a XXXX at him and demanded Jerome to strip his clothes off first his shirt then his tight jeans.
"Mmmmpphhh?""Don't worry kid I have to get you ready for the treatment hehe you won't be hurt unless you disobey me!" Danny fired a shot at the floor and Jerome really freaked out and ripped his shirt clean off!
"MMMMPPPPPHHHHH! MMMPPHH!!"SHUT UP BOY OFF WITH UR JEANS NOW!
"MMMPP!" Jerome quickly stripped his bottoms off to reveal a nicely tight curved butt with defined legs. Danny couldn't resist how hard this meaty jock was he couldn't wait to squeeze him and feel him up watching those hard muscles in his pecs and arms squirm in his arms as he manhandled him hahaha! He had a really sick mind! :]Danny quickly cuffed him up, and as the cold metal dug into his wrists, Jerome was hoping this was near the end. Maybe this line of work wasn't for him he just hadda get himself outta there and quickly!
"MMMPPPHHH LEEPPHHH MEEE GHHHOOOOPPHHOOO!"I said quiet down boy!" He slapped Jer's ass hard "MMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHH!!!"
"That's right squeal all u want I've got you now, and now I can keep you for a very long time hahahaha!
Jerome was speechless his boss was CRAZY! He hoped to dear God he will get outta this alive, even though this was a test to see if Danny can break him of his pride and cockiness."MMpppphh! NoopphhOOOO!!
Danny grasped Jerome around his body and tightly caressed his hand grooping his pecs firmly then pressing against his abs towards his hard tent deep in his underpants. Then his worst nightmare became real as Danny reached down and squeezed Jerome's balls and cock so hard he precummed all over himself like a fire hose as he was bein' XXXX and tormented for his boss' pleasure. How could his boss be so evil? "MMMMPPppppppphhhhhmmpphhhmphh..." Jerome began to cry as tears came pouring from his eyes. He was now fully exposed to this man he thought he knew well. "Sorry dude, you didn't stick it up like a man, you fail!"
"MMMMPPPPHHAAAHHHPPH!"Jerome later awoke in his bed screaming at the top of his lungs with sweat and semen all over his sheets? "What the hell?!"
Then the phone rang...it was Danny!
"Hey man you still interested in the job? Meet me at 2pm sharp."Jer was speechless and just hung up on his boss in fear. He later quit and went back to school for a real job lol
Jerome played by Jace
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:08/29/2010
