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Foreplay
30 photos; 3:48 video
Model: Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/05/2007
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In a Bit of a Scrape
20 photos; 6:08 video
Model : Rex
Photography CaitiffDate of Production: 09/03/2017
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All Curled Up
28 photos; 5:17 video
Model: Vincent
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/17/2013 -
Worker Retreat pt 7 by Caitiff
22 photos; 2:24 video
Cont'd from "Worker Retreat pt 6"
The barn was full of the moaning of bound men. Even after hours of being in bondage, their struggles continued. Seven men were all tied up and gagged in a row.
Drew and Rawy had been tied up the longest. Their arms were tired from being bound up above their heads. The tight cleave gags filling their mouths were sodden with spit. The fight was almost out of these two. They had been tied up and gagged for so long that they didn’t even resist anymore when their kidnappers checked their ropes and gags.
Zac was next in line. He still struggled against the ropes, for all the good it did him. His arms were bound above his head like all the others, a black cleave gag was tied cruelly tight between his lips. Every so often one of the kidnappers felt him up, tightening the ropes. Zac protested through the gag. The kidnappers only laughed.
Next was Uriah. He hadn’t given up quite yet. Not that it mattered. The men who had grabbed him knew how to tie up a guy. Uriah had thought that having his hands in front o him would help him get free but it hadn't’ worked out that way. When Uriah got even close to doing anything that might have helped him free himself, the kidnappers gave him a punch in the gut and tightened the ropes and gag even more.
Next to Uriah was Cliff Snatch, the man who employed all of the hostages at his company. He had no idea what was going on. He just knew he wasn’t used to not being the one in control. He would have traded all of his employees if they would let him go. He could always get more employees. But being gagged, he couldn’t bring it up.
Finally there was Chad and Sammy. Unlike the others who were gagged with cloths tied around their heads, these two had tape wrapped around their heads, sealing their mouths shut. Being the most recently caught, they also struggled the most. The pulled on the ropes and grunted into their gags and got slapped around by the kidnappers the more for it.
The only member of the company not in the barn was Craig. The kidnappers knew where he was, though. He had actually been the first tied up but not by the kidnappers. As a practical joke, Rawy and Drew had tied him to a tree right before they themselves had been captured.
Before leaving to fetch Craig, the kidnappers blindfolded all of their current hostages. It would help keep them in line. It was also part of the plan.
They found poor Craig still tied to that tree, mmphing through the tape his co-workers had plastered over his mouth. The kidnappers untied Craig but didn’t let him take off the tape gag. Grabbing each arm, the hustled Craig to the barn where his co-workers were being kept captive.
They led Craig into the room and let him have a good long look at the line of bound and gagged men. One of the kidnappers, Slade, then ripped off Craig’s tape gag.
“Oww..mmmppphh!”, Craig’s cry was cut off by a hand over his mouth. He was led to another part of the barn where none of the hostages would hear.
“So..” Slade asked, “Is this what you wanted?”
“It’s perfect! Well worth the money I paid you both.” Craig responded. For years he had taken abuse from his boss and fellow co-workers. Now it was his turn. So arranging this “company retreat”, Craig had paid Slade and DeBarr to XXXX his co-workers one by one so Craig could get his revenge.
He would start with Drew and Rawy, who had tied him to that tree in the cold for hours. Craig’s mind was already spinning from all the degrading things he would make them do.
He would have fun XXXX Zac and Uriah. Feeling up Uriah’s package and the growing bulge as he did so, Craig decided that Uriah would be especially fun.
His boss would get special attention. Mr. Snatch was ticklish and Craig gave him a taste of things to come by going right after Cliff’s sensitive spots.
Sammy would be fun too. He had such a mouth on him, always making smart remarks. Craig would keep Sammy gagged constantly.
And finally there was Chad. Craig didn't’ know if he was more turned on by Uriah’s dick or Chad’s ass, which was a nice bubble butt. Playing with it while Chad squirmed in his bondage, grunting into his gag at his unknown attacker, gave Craig a huge woody.
Seven men to do with as he pleased for as long as the company accounts held out. And none of them would even know it was Craig. After all, Craig was still tied up to that tree.
The End
Craig played by Craig
Rawy played by Rawy
Andrew played by Andrew
Zac played by Zac
Uriah played by UriahMr. Cliff Snatch played by Cliff
Sammy played by Sammy
Chad played by Chad
Slade played by Slade
DeBarr played by Henry
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:11/14/2010 -
Too Nosy
21 photos; 3:53 video
We told the new guy no to look at those files
He should have listened.Unfortunate Worker played by Jon Storm
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 09/27/2017
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And Now Your Reward
22 photos; 6:49 video
Bernard Gets His Reward.
Bernard played by Braxton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/06/2014 -
Horny and Bound
38 photos; 5:05 video
Model: Floyd
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 01/02/2012
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Worker Retreat pt 6 by Caitiff
25 photos; 3:16 video
Cont'd from "Worker Retreat pt 5"
Some thing was wrong. He had been walking all over the farm where his company was holding it’s retreat. He had been at it for hours yet had not seen any of the others. It was weird, as if they had just disappeared.
At first he thought maybe everyone had skipped out but he couldn’t reach anyone on the phone either, not even the boss. What was going on?
Suddenly he saw Chad standing against a fence. Sammy let out a sigh of relief. He didn’t feel so alone.
“Hey Chad...”, Sammy ran up to Chad and grabbed his shoulder but pulled back when he saw Chad’s face.
“MMMmmmm!?”, Chad had been tightly gagged and blindfolded by tape. His hands were tied together to a pole in the ground.
“What the hell?”, was all Sammy could say before he was grabbed by two men from behind. One held Sammy’s hands tightly while the other had his hand clamped over Sammy’s mouth.
“Mmmmmmm!”, Sammy groaned as he was XXXX to the ground. His hands were pulled back and tied up tightly with rope. Sammy tried to fight them off but he was soon tied up.
Next came the gag. The hand over his mouth was taken away only long enough for tape to be applied. Sammy was not bound and gagged on the ground, helpless.
Chad meanwhile could do nothing. He had been ambushed and left bound and gagged. He could hear Sammy struggling but couldn't’ see or say anything. He had been left as bait for Sammy to find and it had worked. Now both men had been captured.
The Kidnappers, Slade and DeBarr, hoisted the now tied up Sammy and began to carry him off to join the others. Soon Sammy would be retied with his hands above his head to a pole. He would be surrounded by his fellow co-workers: Rawy and Drew, Uriah, Zac and their boss Craig. The men had been tied up for some time now and a lot of the fight had already gone out of them. The gags over each of the men’s mouth’s kept the noise to a minimum.
Once Sammy was so secured, Chad would join them. The kidnappers wouldn’t even remove the tape over Chad’s head. He would be XXXX marched blind, still bound and gagged, to the barn where the others were held hostage. He would be able to hear the
faint moaning through the gags of his co-workers but would have no idea what was going on otherwise.
Just about everyone was taken care of. Soon Slade and DeBarr could get their money and relax.
There was only one person left to take care of.
To Be Continued
Sammy played by Sammy
Chad played by Chad
Slade played by Slade
DBarr played by HenryPhotography by Caitiff
Date of Production:11/14/2010
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Touch Down
23 photos; 5:05 video
Model : Tommy Gunn
Photography CaitiffDate of Production: 20/10/2017
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Bound Dude
19 photos; 4:08 video
Bound Dude played by Marcus
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 08/31/2017
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Good Boy! by Nick007
30 photos; 7:06 video
Braxton was a very good boi today. As ordered by his Master, he did the dishes, vacuumed, and the entire list of chores left for him. So when his Master came home, he did not enter the house right away.
First he looked through the windows to see if all the chores were done. Seeing that everything was spic and span, he headed back out to his car. He grabbed an unmarked bottle and rag. Poured some liquid out of the bottle and on to the rag and held it behind his back as he opened the door to the house. “Boi, I'm home.” he announced.
Braxton came to the door to greet his master. “Welcome home sir.” he said. “I did everything you asked me to.”
“Really? Show me.” his master said.
“Yes, Sir.” Braxton said and turned to lead his master to the kitchen. However when he turned his back, his master grabbed him from behind, wrapped his muscular arms around him and placed the hidden rag over mouth. Braxton struggled to get out but the fumes from the rag rendered his helpless. Within minutes, he was out cold. His master threw Braxton over his mighty shoulders and carried his boi to the bedroom.
He put Braxton on the bed, stripped him of all his clothes except for his black socks, for some reason, and laid him out in the center of the bed. He wrapped Braxton's hands together with cotton white rope and tied them to the bed post. Then he took two separate lengths of rope and tied each of Braxton's ankles to a separate bed post. Now, wanting to make sure that his legs stayed opened, he used more rope to tied Braxton's thighs to the side of the bed, thus ensuring easy access. And finally, no good
master would allow his tied up boi the chance to talk, so using a bandana, he gagged Braxton.
His master stood back and admired his work. Braxton was still out so he figured this scene needed something else. So he grabbed one more piece of rope and expertly tied Braxton's balls to far end of the bed. Everything was perfect.
Braxton started to come to. As his vision slowly came back to him, he release he was tied down to his bed. His member stood at attention. He was loving it. However, he figured out that his master XXXX him out and liked to role play. So he pretended to be the victim.
“See? I told you, good boi's get rewarded.” his master said. “But the reward doesn't stop there.”
Not Quite The End.
Bernard played by Braxton
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:03/06/2014
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Going to be Late by Jase1010
23 photos; 3:07 video
That's it. He was never going home for lunch again.
John knew he was fucked the second he checked out the noise he heard in the dining room. All he wanted was a goddamn tuna fish sandwich, and maybe a quick wank before going back to work. And he was faced with two burly-looking bros looting John's wife's hutch filled with salvaged White House china. He had told her NOT to let the local paper do an article about it. Dumb bitch. The bros, who could have been pro wrestlers if they wanted, merely smirked at John. John froze. His briefcase dropped out of his hand.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" John exclaimed angrily, hoping that they were pussies despite their size and would take off out the window they had come through.
Nope.
The brothers exchanged glances. More smirking. Finally Bro #1 spoke."Look, guy. I'll be blunt. You could try and take us on. But we would kick your ass, and you would end up seriously injured. If not dead. We're leaving with these dishes. There ain't a thing you can do about it. We actually don't want to hurt anybody. But we're more than willing to, cuz' we owe a lot of people scarier than us a lot of money. So...let's tie your overfed stockbroker ass up, gag your yap, we'll finish up here, and you'll get loose eventually or your wife will find you. Easy, right?"
John was off like a shot back through the kitchen. He wasn't a fool. And there was no way in hell he was going to endure the humiliation of being tied and gagged and left trussed up like a turkey in his own house. Unfortunately, Bro #1 was awfully fast for a big guy and snagged the back of his collar.
"URRRKK!!" was the only sound John could make as he was literally lifted off his feet and body-slammed on his kitchen floor. Everything went very swimmy. He felt himself picked up, and tossed over Bro #1's shoulder like a sack of grain. A demeaning little pat on his trousered behind signaled that he was on his way to being helplessly bound and gagged.
With an "OOOFF" John was dropped into his office chair. They had brought him into his home office. The room was ceasing to spin, and he felt Bro #2 securing his legs to the chair. It was on wheels, and John began struggling to get out. Bro #1 smacked him in the face. John froze, enraged but careful not to piss these dudes off anymore.
"Look, bud. You keep still or we're gonna fuck you up. Your wifey won't even recognize you."
He patted John on the face where he had smacked him.
"Unnerstand?"
John nodded slowly, as Bro #2 began to secure his wrists to the arms of his chair.
Soon he was wrapped in a web of rope, stuck to the chair like he was glued there.
"Annnnnd one final touch!" Bro #1 exclaimed happily, as his apparently mute brother suddenly dangled a knotted blue bandana.
"NNNNOOOOO!!!!! Fuck yo-MMPPGHGH MMRRPHGHGHHH MPPGHGH!"
The knot was stuffed in his mouth by Bro #2's strong fingers. It filled his mouth, stifling his tongue. It was humiliating! He was stuck and silenced! Another demeaning pat, this time on his head, and they were gone.
"Later gator!" Bro #1 called cheekily over his shoulder as John watched his wife's prized salvage White House china (worth roughly 60,000) disappeared out the door. And he was alone. And totally helpless. He needed to get to a phone!
So began the humiliating journey as he began shifting his body enough to cause the chair to wheel towards the doorway of his office. He tugged and squirmed. His grunts of frustration echoed through the empty house. He managed to wheel his bound form out the doorway, through the dining room, and finally into the kitchen where the cordless was. Unfortunately, he couldn't reach the cordless. He couldn't reach the cutlery drawer to get something to cut these ropes with. He pulled and yanked. ALL HE HAD WANTED WAS A TUNA FISH SANDWICH AND TO JERK OFF! It seemed like the more he pulled at the ropes securing him, the tighter they got. Even when he got one loosened, three more seemed to tighten on him. He heard Mr. Rossi next door watering his tulips. The window was open and he tried to scream for help through his stifling gag.
"MMMMRREEELLPP! MMPPGGHRRRR!""
He heard the hose stop. His heart leapt.
The hose came back on.
"MMMMRROOOOOO!!!!" John screamed. He bucked in his chair, enraged. It was no use. He was going to be very, very late in getting back to work.
The End
John played by Garrettjan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:04/11/2013
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Worker Retreat pt 5 by Caitiff
20 photos; 3:11 video
Cont'd from "Worker's Retreat pt 4"
“Hey how you doing?”, Cliff asked his friend David on the phone. He was feeling nice and relaxed, sitting in the cabin with his shoes off. “Yeah, I am that retreat thing. All the employees are off looking for birds or some shit. ... Hell no I’m not out there. It’s cold. Let those morons who work for me do that!”
Cliff let out a laugh. This retreat was s a great idea his employee Cliff had had. He may even have to rethink his plan to fire Cliff. No, he probably would still fire Cliff.
Cliff talked on his friend a bit longer and then hung up. He was trying decide what to do next. Either watch TV or take a XXXX.
It was right at that point that Slade and Debarr attacked! Taking him either side, they surprised Cliff, XXXXing him off the couch.
“Hey! What the hell do you think ..MMM!”, Cliff’s protest were cut off by Debarr’s meaty hand over his mouth. Meanwhile Slade pulled Cliff’s hands behind his back. With some rope, Slade soon began securing Cliff’s hands. The rope was pulled tightly around his wrists and tied securely.
Cliff meanwhile continued to struggle mightily. However he was helpless against his attackers. He had no idea why he was being attacked or how they even got into the cabin. Cliff was sure he had locked the door.
Once Cliff’s hands were tied up, Slade took the remaining rope and looped it back to Cliff’s legs. Slade bound Cliff’s socked feet and ankles. Cliff was soon hog tied on the floor.
But they weren’t done yet. Cliff continued moaning as much as he could, hoping to get anyone’s attention. Cliff heard the ripping sound of tape from behind his head. He knew what was coming next. DeBarr’s hand let go of Cliff’s face but only long enough to slap a tape gag over Cliff’s mouth. Now gagged and helpless, Cliff could only glare at his attackers.
“Mmmpphh!”
“Ok he’s ready.” Slade said to his partner in XXXX. “Lift him so we can get him with the others.”
Others?! Had they been XXXX his employees too? What was going on here?
The two men lifted the prostrate Cliff off the floor and began to carry him out into the bitter cold without even a coat.
In the distance Cliff could see one of his workers, Cliff thought his name was Brad or Chad or something, just sitting against a fence.
“MMmmmm!” Cliff tried ot get his attention but the gag muffled anything he tried to say. Soon Cliff was whisked away.
Eventually Cliff was taken to a barn where his hands were retied above his hand. His tape gag was also torn off and replaced by a cleave gag.
To his left, Cliff could see the others: Zac and Uriah, Drew and Rawy. Each was tied up and gagged as he was.
Cliff decided when he got out of his, he was so going to fire Craig.
To Be ContinuedMr. Cliff Snatch played by Cliff
Slade played by Slade
DeBarr played by Henry
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:11/14/2010
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Muscle Bound By Kurt
26 photos
Jeff stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. He made it a point to always shower at home after working out at the gym. He picked up his spandex gym tights and dropped them into the hamper, and gave himself a vigorous rubdown with the thick towel. As he dried himself off, he admired his physique in the full-length mirror. He was very happy with the results of his upper-body workouts. His pecs were massive and well-defined and his shoulders and biceps resembled a Greek statue. His abs needed a little more work, but the six-pack was definitely there...so much hotter than the beer keg most guys wore around their waists. He pulled the towel between his legs and dried off his thick, 7-inch cock and plum-sized balls, then stepped into the bedroom. He slipped on a thong and one of his tightest pairs of jeans, and selected a white spandex T-shirt from his large collection. Jeff was proud of his body and liked to wear tight-fitting clothes. He enjoyed the glances he got everywhere...admiring ones from the women, and jealous ones from the men. Carrying his shirt, he headed for the kitchen to pop open a cold one. As he stepped through the bedroom door, a sudden blow to the head from behind stopped him in his tracks. Jeff groaned and fell to his knees, and everything went black.
As he came to, the first thing that came into focus was his own lap. A webbing of white rope was tied over his denim-clad package, and as he tried to bring his hands up to his throbbing head, he realized they were tied behind his back and somehow attached to the ropes around his waist. As he struggled, he felt a strange rubbing in his ass crack...the rope was tied in there too!
Jeff's head began to clear and suddenly his eyes focused on his attacker, who stood silently in front of him. Tall, muscular, dressed in tight black jeans and T, and ski-masked. He held Jeff's white T-shirt in his hands, and began tearing it apart.
"Hey!" Jeff protested, "That shirt cost thirty...GUMMMPPPPHHHHHH!!" His words were cut off as the intruder tied a thick strip of what had been Jeff's shirt into his mouth and tied it off behind his head, forming a thick cleave gag.
"Shut the fuck up, asshole." he growled, as he picked up more rope and began to tie Jeff's knees and ankles together. Still confused, Jeff didn't even struggle as he was bound and gagged by the stranger in his living room. After he tied off the last knot on Jeff's ankles, he stood up and went into the bedroom. Jeff heard the sounds of drawers being pulled and rifled through. Suddenly galvanized, he began to struggle like a madman. Grunting into the gag, he was furious that his massive strength had been negated by a few strands of strategically tied rope. Every movement of his hands caused the roping around his midsection to pull and tighten up around his groin and ass. Jeff had to admit that it wasn't an unpleasurable feeling, but he didn't have time for that now. Using every ounce of his upper-body strength, he managed to get up off the couch, balancing himself carefully on his bound legs. Carefully, he took one bunny-hop, then another, slowly making his way across the living room to the front door. If only he could get out into the hallway, he knew one of his neighbors would help him out.....At last he reached the front door, and slowly pivoted his body around so his tied hands could grip the doorknob. Since his hands were tied at his ass-level, even the simple action of turning the doorknob became a challenge. Jeff's handsome face and body were drenched in sweat as he tried desperately to get a grip on the knob by bending his fingers upward. He noticed a sudden movement, and the intruder dashed from the bedroom door to where he stood.
"Going somewhere, muscle boy?" he said. "Don't think so!"
It just took a slight push, and Jeff crashed to the floor onto his back. The gag muffled his grunts as he struggled like a turtle upended on his shell. The intruder towered over him and stood watching, as if amused by Jeff's efforts. Suddenly, he squatted down, and began to run his hands over Jeff's meaty pecs. Jeff heard him mumble through the ski mask,
"Fuck, are you hot....", was what he said, as he kneaded Jeff's muscular chest and stomach, rubbing his thumbs firmly over his hardened nips. He dropped his hand down to Jeff's bound, denim-covered crotch, and moaned softly as he massaged the thick bulge of Jeff's manly package, causing Jeff's cock to swell against its already tight encasement.
Jeff moaned into his gag as he was XXXX by the stranger, and was surprised by the mixed messages his brain was transmitting. Jeff was always horny, and even this surprising and frightening situation caused the blood to rush from his brain right into his cock. He knew he should fight...fight hard....yet......
Suddenly, the stranger grabbed Jeff's massive shoulders and flipped him into his belly.
"If only....." he muttered, "Maybe next time. Thanks for the cash, dickwad!"
"MMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!!!" was the only response Jeff could come up with as the stranger left his handsome victim writhing on the floor.The End
Jeff played by Tony
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production:04/16/2006
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Worker Retreat pt 4 by Caitiff
18 photos; 2:24 video
Cont'd from "Worker Retreat pt 3"
It was fucking cold. Uriah was shivering in the wind. This had ot be the worst “vacation” he had ever been on. Of course, this wasn’t a vacation. It was a mandatory retreat, a stupid colossal waste of time engineered by that brown noser Craig.
And now here he was looking for birds in the middle of winter. It was November. There were no Fucking birds! They had enough sense to go somewhere warm.
Disgusted, Uriah leaned against a barn in a secluded spot where no one could see him. He wanted to be alone.
Unfortunately he was not alone. Behind him two figures were sneaking up behind him.
Uriah heard a stone being thrown from behind him. Thinking one of his co workers had discovered him, Uriah glanced back to see who it was.
Before Uriah knew what was going on, he was grabbed by both Slide and DeBarr and XXXX to the ground.
”Hey! What the..Mmmpphh!”, a hand was clamped over Uriah’s mouth, gagging him. Desperately he struggle as the men took out rope and began to bind his hands behind his back. Uriah’s wrists were soon securely tied behind his back, the ropes cutting into his flesh.
For a brief second Uriah was able to shake the hand from his mouth. “Mmm..Help! Helmmmmmmpphh!” However if there was anyone around to hear, no one responded.
“Dam it! I told you keep him quiet!”, Slade said to Debarr once Uriah had been rendered silent again. “Here, shut him with this!”
Black Tape was wrapped over Uriah’s mouth. Now Uriah would remain gagged no matter what he did. Nothing but angry moans escaped the tape gag over his mouth.
Now that his hands were tied and his mouth gagged, the men lifted the prostrate Uriah to his feet.
Uriah was led off to who knew where. A god distance away Uriah could see his fellow co workers Chad and Sammy. However they had their backs turned to him.
“Mmmhhnnnmmm!”, Uriah tried desperately to get their attention. If only they would turn around and see that he was being XXXX, they might have been able to help him. Or at least run away and get the police. However the gag kept his cries for help too soft
to be heard. By the time either turned around, Uriah had been carried off by the XXXXs,.
Uriah was hustled into a decrepit looking building some distance away from the farm. Led inside he could hear familiar moaning. Tied up and gagged stood Uriah’s fellow co- workers Andrew, Rawy and Zac! There guys had been picking off the employees of his company! What was going on.
Uriah’s hands were retied above his head. They replaced Uriah’s tape gag for a tight cleave gag.
“Boss wanted him cleave gagged” was the only explanation.
Their boss? Who would hire anyone to XXXX them? What was going on here? Gagged as he was, his fellow hostages couldn’t answer.
To Be ContinuedUriah played by Uriah
Slade played by Slade
Henry played by Henry
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:11/14/2010
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In A Haze by E.F. Gantry
26 photos
"Ok, now that you have streaked through the football game in your jock we have one last thing to do before you're an official member, OK?" Fred explained to the half naked pledge in front of him, Lou.
"Uh...ok. What do I need to do?" asked Lou.
"Just hold still and cross your wrists in front you" Fred demanded as he pulled out a long length of black rope with which he tied Lou's hands securely in front of him.
"Well, ok...if your sure about this." Lou replied nervously. He would anything to join the prestigous fraternity.
"Oh, and lock the door" Fred said.
With that, Fred put on a little Frank Sinatra. He selected the song "You're Nobody Till Somebody Loves You". Lou arched his eyebrows at the decision but he figured it must have just been part of the ritual that many had had to endure before him. As was the candles that Fred lit around the room and the bottle of port he opened and poured into a glass for himself.
Fred, after pouring his wine, tossed Lou a blindfold and a gag. Lou fumbled, barely catching both with his bound hands and looked oddly at Fred.
"Well?" said Fred, "Are you in or are you out?"
The dulcet tones of Frank in his prime filled the room as Lou uneasily placed the gag and the blindfold on his head.
"Now on your knees," Fred commanded.
"What's that click sound, Lou thought. He tried to ask but the gag garbled his words.
"Oh nothing." Said Fred as he clicked off a few pictures. "Now why don't you just lie down to commemorate the evening"
Fred placed his glass on the table and with another length of the black rope, tied Lou's ankle's together. "Now Now, "Said Fred, "Hold still."
"O ffaaay" Lou replied through the gag.
"There now. Comfy? Fred asked. Lou shrugged and nodded yes. "Well, we can't have that now, can we? Sit up and place your wrists by your ankles."
The final piece of rope was white and much loner then the two other pieces of rope that it joined together, tying Lou into a tight little ball.
Gosh, thought Lou, did every pledge have to go through this as the Chairman of the Board began to croon " I did it My Way".
"Don't worry. "Said Fred as he brought out the paddle covered in course rope. "It will all be over in a moment of two. "
"Now, turn over on your side and brace yourself."
With that, Fred steadied himself, planted both feet firmly and warmed up his arms.
I wonder what going on, though Lou. He soon found out as the first blows struck Lou's ass with a loud clap!
Lou shrieks came through his gag but then gritted his teeth. If his father and all his uncles had endured this same punishment, Lou was determined to do the same.
Fred smiled with glee as he sang along with Sinatra, landing blow and blow on Lou's bare tush in tune with the song "I Did it my Way". Lou's ass soon began to turn beet red under the punishment.
Finally, after a flurry of blows, Fred was satisfied with the fine red hue that had blossomed across Lou's buttocks. Fred smiled and hoisted the paddle up onto his shoulder. With a wry grin, he said " Lou, thank you very much for a very humorous evening."
"Sfffooo, mmmm eee aa memffer?" Lou's words were almost unintelligible but Fred understood.
" Are you a member of the Pi Delta Phi frat?" Fred asked to confirm. Lou nodded. "well, "Fred continued,' I imagine you would be if I had been part a member of the frat. Now let's see what else we can do with that ass."
The End
Lou played by Lewis
Fred's hands played by Jake
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/15/2002
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Perils of CLive by ZB
30 photos
There's only so much you can do, when things have gone this bad... but prayer really isn't my style, so that pretty much leaves trying to scream.
Bastards won't let me have that now.
There was this old haunted house outside of town my fraternity sent me out to during pledge week... I didn't expect to find a crack ring. Haunted my ass.
Yelling, screaming... they kicked the shit out of me, and now I can hear them talking about blowing clearing out, and cleaning up. About leaving, and blowing the place up. With me in it.
Just when I think I can get a hand free, they tie me up even tighter... I gotta get out of here... somehow.
Worst thing is, after I started begging, they shoved the blindfold in my mouth... I can't scream, I can't talk, I can't even cuss at the bastards...And this is it... they're leaving... , checked the rope, and they're leaving. I'm going to die, and all I can do is watch the clock count down and try to stretch these ropes out. I know I'm not gonna make it, but I've got to try... I can't just sit here and....
They didn't give me much time, so I run. My legs are free, so I just... RUN. For my life, I guess.
It's harder than it sounds. I can't balance, and I can't see really well, I keep tripping over things and fall down the porch stairs when I finally get to them... try to roll and slide and push myself away from the blast I know is coming... I flinch and... nothing happens.There's laughing. Familiar. When I roll over, they're all there. The crack ring, my fraternity- some of them with cameras- and it all just hits me. I'm gagged, bound, for their amusement. Shit.
First one to come over here gets kicked in the shins.The End
Clive played by Nick
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/07/2008
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Worker Retreat pt 3 by Caitiff
22 photos; 2:26 video
Cont'd from "Worker Retreat 2"
Zac was staring at the clouds. He had ditched the others to avoid at his company’s mandatory worker retreat. There was no way he was going to go basket weaving.
OF course it had been easy to hide. No one else seemed to be around either. He hadn't seen his supervisor or two of his co workers for a few hours now. He had no idea what had happened to them.
Zac was quite bored, being out in the middle of no where. There was nothing to do but watch clouds go by and listen to stupid birds. Zac wished something exciting would happen. Anything would be better then this.
Suddenly from behind, a strange man grabbed him!
“MMmmmppphhh!”, Zac let out a startled yelp as the man put his hands over Zac’s mouth. That however wasn’t the only thing.
A foul rag, smelling of chemicals was covering Zac’s nose and mouth. Slowly but surely the fumes worked their way into Zac’s lungs.
Darkness began to envelope Zac. He fought to resist but the harder he struggled, the faster the fumes XXXX him out.
DeBarr held Zac as he slowly went under. Zac was lying on the ground, completely at DeBarr’s mercy.
DeBarr wasted no time. He pulled out some rope he had and began tying Zac’s arms behind his back, nice and tight. If DeBarr knew anything, it was how to tie up a dude.
Next DeBarr worked on the gag. It was his favourite part, stuffing a guy’s mouth so he couldn't talk. He was sure Zac would have a lot of questions when he came too. DeBarr was not in the mood to answer any of them.
Once he was sure his captive was secure, DeBarr hoisted the still XXXX Zac and dragged him off.
Zac had no idea how long he was out. All he knew was that when he perked up, his hands were tied securely above his head. A tight cleave gag was tied in his mouth, making everything he said unintelligible moans.
Zac also realised where at least two of his co-workers were. Like him, they were bound gagged and strung up as well.
"uummpphhmm!?" What was going on?
To Be Continued...Zac played by Zac
DeBarr played by Henry
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:11/14/2010
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Where I want You
26 photos; 5:23 video
Model : Donovan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 01/09/2015 -
Search and Seizure by Fidelis
26 photos
"Where the hell did he go?"
Officer Greg Jameson had followed the suspected bank robber’s car to this residential neighborhood. The suspect had jumped out of the car and run down the lane way between the houses. Greg had raced after him, hoping that back up arrived soon, but now the guy had disappeared. Then he heard the tinkle of breaking glass from one of the houses. Aha, I’ve got him, he thought. Adrenaline surged through his veins. This would be a nice step towards promotion, if he caught this guy, especially if he caught him by himself. Greg tried the gate leading into the backyard. Damn! It was locked. He looked at the fence – it wasn’t that high, he could get over it. He reached up, and grabbing the top of the fence, he began to pull himself up. Ouch! He hadn’t intended on falling over in quite that way, but there was no one to see his embarrassing tumble, and the important thing was that he was now in the yard. Shit, his radio was gone! It must have been torn loose as he scrambled over the fence. That must have the clanging sound he heard – it was his radio falling into that empty garbage can. He realized that in his excitement, he hadn’t radioed in the address. Sarge would have his ass when he found out. But….if Greg could capture this criminal, that wouldn’t matter. All the mistakes that he had made as a raw rookie would be forgotten…he hoped. After all, none of the reports on the radio had mentioned that this guy was armed. Ha, he was probably hiding out in that house, shitting bricks. Arresting him would most likely be like taking candy from a baby. Sarge was a big old worrywart. Nothing bad had happened to Greg during the few weeks he had been on the XXXX. Unless you included the unfortunate incident in the Krispy Kreme parking lot, but that had been an accident, it could have happened to anyone.
Greg pulled out his XXXX, and started up the steps to the back door. He could see shattered glass lying on the doorstep. Yep, this was the right house. The felon was inside there, probably cowering in a closet, hoping that no one would find him. He wouldn’t be cowering for much longer, that much was sure. Greg would capture him, and be the hero of the day. His mother would be so proud, and he would have his pictures in the newspaper and…Oooops! Gee, the owners of this house obviously didn’t take care of their property. A well-maintained step would never have cracked like that. There were probably termites chewing away at every piece of wood in the house. Too bad it had made so much noise. But Greg wasn’t worried. By this time the rookie had convinced himself that the felon would throw himself at Greg’s knees, begging for mercy.
Greg nudged open the back door, and peered inside. Empty. Just as he had expected. He scanned the room and edged inside. Even if the bad guy was hiding inside a closet, Greg intended to be careful. He didn’t want any nasty surprises springing out at him. Now he rather wished that he had waited for back up, or had at least opened the gate and retrieved his radio. He was aware of sweat breaking out on his brow, and what was that noise he could hear? Was it his teeth chattering? He tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach. He was a COP! He was a brave, macho cop, about to apprehend a dangerous criminal. Oh gosh, he hoped this guy wasn’t TOO dangerous. Please, please, he thought. Don’t let him have a XXXX. Maybe he just handed over a note to the teller, and threatened her with a banana in a paper bag, pretending that it was a XXXX. Yeah, that was it. Greg felt a bit better as he visualized that scenario. He was SURE that the reports over the radio hadn’t said armed and dangerous. He took a deep breath and inched further inside the house. The floor creaked and he jumped. These old houses, always settling and making strange noises. It was silly to be afraid of the noises, unless …..Greg gulped, the noise was accompanied by the feeling of cold metal pressing into your temple.
"My, my. What do we have here? A cop! And a baby cop at that. When did they start taking recruits from kindergarten?"
In a trembling voice, Greg said; "You’re under arrest. ….OUCH!"
"I’m under arrest, am I? I don’t think so, pig. We don’t want anyone getting hurt, do we piggy wiggy? Or are you going to huff and puff and blow the house down?"
Greg’s XXXX feel from his hands, his fingers feeling lifeless. Oh shit, oh shit, he was in trouble, big time trouble. He wanted Sarge!
"On your knees, cop, nice and slow. Don’t make any sudden moves – I would hate to have to hurt a little baby cop like you. That’s good. Now put your hands behind your back."
Greg fell to his knees, sweat running down his body. He was so afraid that he thought he might piss himself. He could see it now. His picture would be in the papers, but…not the way he had hoped. He could see the headlines . ‘Rookie cop XXXXned down.’ Oh hell and damnation, why hadn’t he waited? He clenched his teeth, trying to stop them from chattering together. He didn’t want this guy to see how frightened he was. He slowly brought his hands behind his back. He didn’t dare turn around as he felt the bad guy rummaging around in his duty belt. He knew what the guy was after. Yep, he knew he was right. Greg felt the cold steel of his own cuffs fasten around his wrists. He bit down on his lower lip, attempting not to cry out in pain. The bastard had fastened them way too tight.
"OK, piglet, let’s go for a little walk. I want to make you nice and comfy. "
Greg was helpless to resist as the robber hoisted him to his feet. With the XXXX pressing into his back, he stumbled into the living room. He almost fell over a small footstool that stood in the middle of the floor.
"Stop right there, piglet. Why don’t you have a seat and make yourself comfortable?"
Greg turned around, and lowered down onto the stool. Just as he sat down, he heard voices through the broken window. "Jameson, where the hell are you? Jameson!"
Greg opened his mouth to yell for help. "MMMMPHHH!" He XXXXd as the barrel of the XXXX was shoved into his mouth. "Now, I have to warn you, that wouldn’t be a smart move, piglet. I would have to blow off your head if you yelled, and then I would have to shoot Pooh Bear and Eeyore, too. You wouldn’t want that, would you, piglet?"
"GGGMMNOOO. MMMNOSHOOTMPLISS."
"Good boy. Now you just sit there nice and quiet, like a good baby cop, until all that noise goes away. Do you understand me?"
"MMMPYESH!" Greg couldn’t nod his hand, with the XXXX jammed into his mouth, but he hoped that the robber could understand his garbled speech. Eventually the voices faded away into the distance; the other guys must be searching for him further down the lane way. The robber pulled the XXXX out of Greg’s mouth. "That was very good, cop. Let’s get down to business. I found some useful stuff in that closet, while I was waiting for you. They sure don’t teach you guys how to be quiet in the academy, do they? I thought that a herd of elephants was after me, not just one baby cop. However, that doesn’t matter. Here you are, and here you’re going to stay. Once I’ve made sure that you will keep quiet and won’t run away."
Greg gulped as the bad guy pulled a roll of black tape out of his bag. Oh shit, this guy was going to gag him. Greg whimpered as the tape was wound round and round his head, pressing his lips against his teeth. Yuck, it tasted nasty.
"Hmm, that looks much better. I think you need one more piece, right here. Great. That should keep you quiet. And just to make sure you don’t go running away in search of your cop friends, this should keep you in place on that nice comfy stool."
Greg groaned as rope was wound his chest and forearms. Darn, why did this guy have to tie it so tight? It hurt. More rope went around his thighs and his ankles, firmly anchoring him to the stool.
"Don’t you make a nice package, cop. I wish I could stick around and wait for your friends to find you, but I do have to make a get away. I’ll just find some clothes to change into, and I’ll be on my way. It’s too bad that you aren’t closer to my size. No one would stop a cop! But you’re just a bit too small. Have fun, cop!"
Grrr, who did this guy think he was, making fun of Greg’s size? He had passed the requirements for the XXXX and that was all that mattered. The robber wasn’t going to get away with this! Greg would get free of these ropes, and he would catch the guy before he left the house! Oh, these ropes were tight, way too tight. Ouch, and so were his cuffs. Greg tried to lurch to his feet, and sat down again. OK, that wasn’t going to work, not with his legs and thighs tied to the stool. He would just have to break it into pieces. It couldn’t be that difficult. It hadn’t looked too sturdy to him. All he had to do was rock back and forth again, the legs would break, and then he could free of the rope. His hands might be a bit more difficult, but with his legs free, at least he could get out of the house and warn the other guys.
Greg started rocking the stool. OH SHIT! That wasn’t supposed to happen. Oh, that hurt. At least he had fallen on to a nice thick rug. Greg kicked his legs, and thrashed around on the floor, trying to break the stool, or to somehow dislodge it. Maybe he could slide the ropes that bound his ankles off the legs of the stool. That would be a start. He thumped and struggled, but to no avail. Darn, this wasn’t going to work either. What now?
Greg started crawling across the floor on his stomach, dragging the stool with him. It wasn’t easy with his legs and feet tied to the stool. Inch by painful inch, he made his way across the floor. He was panting with exertion, drenched in sweat. The stool didn’t seem quite so flimsy now, as it lay on the back of his legs. Gee, it must weigh a ton! He took a break, lying panting on the floor. He heard a commotion in the back yard, and then footsteps thundering up the back steps, accompanied by a crashing sound and curses. Yep, definitely termites in those steps.
"JAMESON!"
"MMMHISARGE."
THE END
Officer Jameson played by Rod
Photography by CaitiffDate of Production: 12/04/2003
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Worker Retreat pt 2 by Caitiff
40 photos; 1:39 video
Cont'd from "Worker Retreat"
Andrew & Rawy laughed at their handiwork on Craig and imagined him screaming in the cold all tightly duck taped shut hahaha!! They were a handsome pair and are becoming newly good friends.
Soon they were going to get much closer as best friends... make that gag mates! All of a sudden a hand comes reaching out and grabs Andrew from behind... "MMPPHHmMMMmm!!" He was quickly pulled inside the old barn and his hands were tightly lashed up.Rawy yelled, "Drew?" Andrew was no where to be found; before Rawy could investigate a black hooded man comes racing out at him and grabs his shirt to pull him against the wall.
"ooouucchh bro, stop it!! look get the helllmmmmmpphhhooouuummpphhhmmmmm!!!" Rawy was quickly hemped up too by the wrists tightly behind his back. He struggled aggressively as his jacket opened up showing off his beefy muscled pecs. The masked man firmly pinchied Rawy at his nipples to control his rage, and Rawy cried out loud as they XXXX him to his knees.They secured another rope and tied it around Rawy's throat to XXXX him up if he tried any funny business. Rawy felt humiliated and swallowed deeply to get some fresh air as they tugged him along like a slave off to the meat market to be traded. How grreeaaat this outing is becoming!
Andrew followed calmly with Rawy. Both young men were securely bound by the hands as they were lead into a freezing cow barn filled with milking stalls. They feared they would freeze to XXXX as they risked upon their sorry annoying boss earlier. They wished they were someplace warm. The temperature was dropping, and it's getting cold!
Their XXXXs cut them loose then tied their wrists in front if them and raised their arms up above them and tied the boys up to the milking stalls... "You boys better be good now you hear? If I catch you making lots of noise and ruckus, we'll leave you two here all night!"
"MmMmMmMMMpPPPHHH!!" Rawy gazed and growled at his captor in the eyes, and he grabbed him by the shirt and showed him a milking machine next to his pretty cleave gagged cute little face... "Shut UP Your Mouth OR I'll Strip AND Milk YOU Right NOW!!" Andrew and Rawy froze silent as the air outside became bitter cold from that threat... They left Andrew & Rawy alone to hang and rough it out while they searched for more cute little victims to play with...
Rawy played by Rawy
Andrew played by Andrew
Slade played by Slade
Dbarr played by Henry
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production:11/14/2010 -
Van's Jock Strap
26 photos
Model: Van
Photography By Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/15/2008
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Finally Friday by Toledo Tye
25 photos; 7:03 video
Finally it was Friday! It had been a rough work week but it was over and I had paycheck in hand heading for my car. All I needed to do was make it to the bank and then I had the rest of the weekend to relax and recover before the next work week began. I headed off to the bank only to be stopped by a freight train blocking the only crossing. Damn; just my luck! I sat impatiently as the train slowly went by as I kept checking the time; it was getting close to closing time at the bank. Eventually, the train moved on and I headed quickly to the bank
I quickly entered along with 4 guys behind me just as a bank employee locked the doors. Just made it; what luck. I thought it strange that these 4 guys had ski masks on as it wasn’t all that cold outside. Just then they ordered everyone to the floor. “This is a stick up; just do what we say and nobody will be harmed.” 3 of them surrounded the bank lobby while one approached the tellers and had them fill bags with cash from their drawers. Once they were satisfied they had gotten enough loot they began to head for the door. They stopped standing over me and said “Let’s take someone so we have some leverage.” “Get up!” they barked at me. “Move” Terrified I complied as they escorted me with a waiting van outside. “Get in there and shut up.” They pushed me in the back of the van as it sped off. “Get some rope and tie this guy up.”
One of them held me while another grabbed some rope and ordered me to lie on my stomach and put my hands behind my back. Again, I had no choice and soon I felt him began wrapping rope around my wrists. He quickly had my wrists tied tightly and grabbed another long piece of rope. After ordering me to sit up he began tying some sort of rope harness around my torso and crotch, cinching everything very tight. “That should hold you for awhile.” He half jokingly said. “Just keep quiet and maybe we won’t hurt you.”
After about 30 mins. The van pulled into the driveway of a vacant isolated house. After stopping they threw open the side door and just said “March” Quickly they entered the house and XXXX me into a small deserted room shutting the door behind them and I heard the lock click. I struggled against the ropes but they were too tightly tied for me to make any headway and even if I did how would I escape out of the locked door. I still kept trying to get loose but was getting nowhere. I could hear them in the next room counting the money and discussing what their next move was.
Then I heard one of the say “Better check on our guest.” The door opened and the roper entered with a white rag which he rolled up and XXXX roughly into my mouth tying the ends around the back of my head. He also had more rope and after he crossed my ankles he tightly tied them together. Now I was XXXX to stay on the floor. Any chance of escape was even more remote. The ropes were very tight and I was glad they were tied over my clothes as they would have really dug into bare skin.
They were listening to the news reports on the radio and the authorities had no leads on them. They discussed that they would lay low until early morning and move on with the next phase of their operation. I heard them debating what they were going to do with me. Some of them wanted to keep me as a captive and some wanted to just leave me tied up here. I had to get loose and out of here. I struggled more with the ropes but still was getting nowhere. I kicked my shoes off in hopes of being able to escape the ropes around my ankles but that didn’t make any difference as the rope was tied too securely to slip down and off over my feet. I had a sleepless night as I desperately tried to free myself.
Then I heard them moving around again. “Check on our guest, again.” Roper came in the door and checked over his rope work. Satisfied that I was going nowhere he left and reported to the others that I was still “on ice.” They took a final vote and decided on leaving me here. I was relieved until I heard a noise of some liquid being poured out in the other room. I got a whiff of gasoline! SHIT! I’ve got to get out of here. The only headway I had made was to loosen the rope holding my ankles together. I continued to work on that as they had left and I could begin to smell smoke.
Frantically I pulled on the free piece of rope I had worked loose. Quickly I continued working with it until I was able to kick the rope off over my socks and I quickly got to my feet and headed to the door. Fortunately, they had not locked it behind them after roper’s last visit as they expected the fire to quickly take care of their hostage. I ran through the house and out the door dodging the flames.
The fire engulfed the house breaking windows as it burned. Once the flames subsided I got a hold of a piece of glass and began sawing at the ropes on my wrists. Finally I cut through the rope and after removing the rest of the ropes headed off to find the highway and some help.
The End
Model:MarcoPhotography by Caitiff
Date of Production:11/21/2010
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Shackled
24 photos
Model: Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production/12/17/2005
