Bunny Mask

19 photos; 7:59 video

Model: Amaro

PHotography by Marco Grieco

See More Here

Date of Production: 11-30-2023

Tags: beard, hairy, hand cuff, jock strap, bare foot, cleave gag

Stay in Bed

25 photos; 3:49 video

Model: Adam

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/09/2025

Tags: twink, underwear, bare foot, hog tie, cleave gag

All Gagged Up

30 photos; 4:10 video

Model: Patrick

Bad Guy played by Dalton

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/15/2025

Tags: gagging, hand gag, stuff gag, otm gag, socks, twink, dominated

Locked In the Closet

26 photos; 6:21 video

Victim played by Alex Stone

Bad Guy played by Remy

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/06/2018

tags: shirtless, socks, twink, bad guy, cleave gag

Hello and Good Night by Latoo

20 photos; 3:57 video

“Hello, my good sir” I said as the door opened. “Can I have a moment of your time to tell you how this body lotion can improve your sex life.

“No, you cannot.” The guy answering the door said. “I am sick and tired of you people and your stupid products. I am trying to relax after a hard day’s work and I get bothered with this crap. You can take your fuckin product and shove it up your ass.”

After his long rant, he slammed the door in my face. I just stood there outside flabbergasted; I can’t believe someone could be so mean to me. I mean, I work hard to. It isn’t easy going door to door selling sex lotion. I started to shake my fist; I’m going to get this little prick for yelling at me.

This time, I pounded on the door. I saw the door swing open followed by a loud WHAT???!!! I must admit, my anger got the best of me because as soon as I saw his face, I punched him as hard as I could. I was so strong that he feel face down a few feet where I hit him.

“Oh great”, I thought as I entered the house to check up on him. “I hope I didn’t’ hurt him much”.

I checked his pulse, he was fine. I think he’s just unconscious; “Oh good”, I thought. “Hmmm, you know, while I’m here, I wonder if there’s anything good to take.”

I looked around while the guy was passed out on the floor; I ran back as soon as I heard moans of recovery.

“Hmm ok. Guess I’ll have to tie this guy up then.” I said as I threw him over my shoulder. I tossed him onto the bed and ruffled through the drawers for some rope. After a minute, I found some in his underwear drawer. “Weird”, I thought “But whatever.”

I took the rope and started tying this guy’s wrists. After I tied them together tight, I was scared that his strong buff arms could break through my novice knots; so, I decided to also tie his elbows together too. Using the rope, I connected both elbows together and tied them really tight.

“Ok” I sighed. “Now to tie his feet so he can’t kick me with his strong muscular legs.” I noticed that the guy started to move his arms.

“Crap!” I rushed to his feet. “I got to hurry”.

I quickly tied his ankles together and stepped back before he woke up. Then, I realized that when he wakes up, he gonna bitch me out like before; I dug through his drawers

one more time and this time, I found a black bandana. I took that bandana and shoved it into his mouth and tied it real tight; then I stepped back and waited for the fireworks to start.

The guy started to come to; after trying to get up, he realized that he was tied up and gagged.

“MMMMMPH” he screamed at me. “MMMMMMMMM!!!!”

I was actually a little scared of him so after he clamed down, I told him that I was going to rob him. That made him even angrier; I was so scared that I froze with fear as he rolled around on the bed. I watched him try and get loose fearing that he would. He pulled on those ropes hard; I could see his hands turn red. I also saw his feet turning red as they also struggled against my ropework; I was actually surprised my knots survived this long. The gag didn’t stop the guy cursing me out; he said things like “MMMPH bastard” and “MMM get MMMM you”.

After watching this guy struggle for a few minutes, I finally snapped out of my fear.

“I need to get some money now and get out before he frees himself” I encouraged myself. I finally left the guy on his bed while I went through the house looking for money and/or valuable stuff to pawn. I was at the other side of the house when I heard the front door open.

“Wait.” I stopped looking. ‘What was that?” I ran back to the bedroom to discover that a tan muscular man wearing a tee-shirt, shorts, and sneakers was looming over my captive. He noticed me and charged right at me. I was to shocked to do anything and pretty soon I was on the ground with the tan guy on top of me pinning my hands against my back.

“What did you do to my boyfriend Rick, you prick?” the tan guy yelled me. I tried to lie to him, but as soon as I opened my mouth he gagged me with his own hand.

“MMMMPH” I screamed.

“Ok, now hold still!” the tan guy said. He grabbed the rest of the rope I used to tie Rick. In just you were wondering, Rick was still tied up on the bed. After a few minutes, I was fully tied; both hands and feet were bound.

“Now, just lay there for a while ok?” the tan guy said. “While Rick is tied up, I think we’ll go play. You be good now, ok?”

The tan guy teased and tickled Rick while I was tied up on the floor. I feel asleep after the first hour of it; I don’t know if I will be released, but for right now, Goodnight.

The End

Rick the Victim played by JMZ

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/11/2009

Tags: story, hog tie,, bare foot, cleave gag

Clean Sweep

20 photos; 5:10 video

Victim: Marshall

Bad Guy: Dante

Date of Production: 12/17/2015

Tags: bad guy, cleave gag, grabbed, socks

Back 2 Back

26 photos

Model: Troy

Model: Rod

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/26/2004

Tags: tape gag, double, nude, nudity, tattoo, back to back

Utility Man by Fidelis

25 photos; 3:40 video

"XXXX, XXXX. Anybody home?"

"GGGMMMSTTOPPMMFUCKINGNOISE!"

Grant was getting really, really tired of this little game. If Frank banged on the hard hat one more time, Grant was going to…he realized that his options were somewhat limited. Frank had managed to overcome him with ease, and now here he was, half-naked and tied up and gagged. Perhaps it hadn’t been such a good idea, constantly ragging the company’s accountant. Frank had turned out to possess a powerful set of muscles, evident now that he had stripped off his suit jacket and tie and his starched white shirt. He had seemed like such quiet, wimpy kind of guy, the kind who wouldn’t fight back. Evidently Grant had made a gross miscalculation.

"What’s the matter, big boy? Cat got your tongue? Here, maybe this will make you more talkative."

"GGGGGAAHNNNNOOOO! MOOUCCCH!"

Fuck, the bastard had nearly ripped off one of his nipples. Damn, but that hurt. Grant raised his bound hands towards his face, getting ready to rip off the tape that sealed his mouth shut. He was going to give Frank a piece of his mind.

"You touch that tape, and I’ll beat you to a pulp. I’ll start off using this, and then who knows what else will catch my fancy after that. You don’t know what I’ve got stored away, do you, Grant my boy?"

Grant flinched nervously as Frank sXXXXped Grant’s own heavy leather belt, the one with the big Budweiser belt. He didn’t relish the thought of Frank using that on him. Of course, Frank wouldn’t dare try to beat Grant with his own belt if he hadn’t been all tied up and gagged, but…since he was tied up and gagged, Grant thought it prudent to obey his captor.

"Now stand up."

"GGGMMHEY! WHATMDOING?"

Grant yelled through his gag as Frank XXXX him to his knees.

"How does that feel, Grant. I bet you really like that, don’t you?"

Grant tried to protest, but since his face was mashed against Frank’s groin, his protests were inaudible. Grant could feel something large and hard pressing against his face through the fine wool fabric of Frank’s suit trousers. Crap, the guy was hung like a horse! Grant felt a faint stirring of envy. It wasn’t fair, why should Frank be so well endowed, while Grant, the macho construction boss, wasn’t quite so generously blessed?

"Come on, asshole, show me how you can move. Give those muscles a real workout! Move!"

As the belt whistled through the air, Grant rolled and squirmed, trying to evade the huge belt buckle. It kept on missing him by just centimetres. Grant could feel himself working up a sweat. Damn, he was going to buy a new belt, he thought, as the corner of the buckle caught one of his bulging pecs.

"Get those legs up in the air, you big wuss. Yeah, don’t you look like a big idiot? Let me take a few pictures, Grant. I don’t think the guys will think you’re such a big tough stud when they see you like this.

Grant whimpered in humiliation. Frank was a real bastard. Why, Grant would rip him apart once he got rid of this damned tape. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about those pictures showing up anywhere. Yeah, he would beat him to a pulp, and then take some pictures of his own. He should the guys how they should take care of fairies like Frank. Hey, what was he doing now? Grant really started to sweat bullets as Frank came towards him, scissors in his hand.

"You know, I think the guys should see a bit more of you. I know that I want to see more. Let’s get rid of these jeans. You really wouldn’t need them any more.

"MMNOOOO!NNOOO!GMMDONT!"

"Oh, that is much better, Grant. You are a real dickwad, but you sure do have a nice butt. I can’t wait to get a taste of it. Come on, lean over and give me a better view. If you don’t, you know what is going to happen, don’t you?"

Grant whimpered into his gag as he obeyed the orders barked out by Frank. He gasped as he felt Frank fondling his buttocks. Sweat was streaming down his muscular body. Tears came to his eyes as he watched Frank take more incriminating photos. He had to get his hands on that camera. Once he had beaten Frank to a pulp, he would grind that camera into dust.

"Just one more shot of you, this time on your knees. Look at the birdie and say cheese. Good boy, Grant. I’m glad that you have shown yourself capable of taking orders. You take a little rest while I download these and start sending them off. "

"MMMOOOMMMPHHH!"

Grant lay on his side, where Frank had pushed him. Ouch, he had hit his head. He could only lie there, fuming with impotent fury as he watched Frank downloading the pictures and sending them speeding across the Web. Frank was keeping an eye on him, and every time that Grant made a move that indicated he was trying to free himself, Frank would slap Grant’s thick leather belt against the floor in a threatening way, telling Grant that if he didn’t behave himself his bubble butt would be reduced to a mass of raw meat.

"There, that’s all finished. Aren’t you lucky that I have access to all of the employee email addresses? All of our customers too! You’re going to be famous, Grant. Now, you look just tempting for words, lying there, all naked and gagged and bound. I think that it’s time that we got friendly, a lot friendlier."

THE END

Grant played by Tony

Photography by Caitiff

 Date of Production: 04/05/2002

Tags: muscle, bear, taped up, nude, nudity, grope, dominated, tape gag, story

Trussed Up Twink

25 photos; 5:07 video

Model:Adrien Fowler

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/01/2025

Tags: nude, twink, hog tie, bare foot, nudity, dick tie, cleave gag, grope, fondle, tattoos

Trussed with Tape

30 photos; 5:40 video

Model: Holden Cox

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/05/2025

Tags: cleave gag, twink, socks, office, tape gag, taped up

Stripped To His Underwear

20 photos; 3:11 video

Model: Liam Starr

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/11/2025

Tags: twink, cleave gag, underwear, socks, shirtless, hog tie

Pissing off the Boss by Caitiff

27 photos; 3:53 video

Things were good for Eddy “the Rabbit” Johnson. Ever started he put in with Daddy Vasquez, the money was rushing in. Eddy just had to just do a few morally questionable things: Scout a few locations, lean on guy or two and run a few ‘packages” from one place to the other.

And if that package happened to be making too much mumbling noise through the tape, Eddy had his way to keep the guy... Eddy meant the package, quiet.

Too bad Eddy had gotton greedy. He was skimming off the top, so high off of his sudden success that he didn’t realise that Daddy Vasquez knew everything his guys did. Vasquez was ok with some liberties. He Knew Eddy liked to play with some of his “packages” and Vasquez didn’t mind. If some guy hadn’t fucked up, then he would never had had to be wrapped up to begin with. It was a good lesson.

But now it was Eddy’s turn to become a package.

So Eddy found himself packaged, standing in Vasquez’s pent house. Eddy’s hands had been bound behind him. Like all Of Vasquez’s deliveries, a thick gag in the form of silvery tape, was wrapped around Eddy’s mouth and head.

“MMMpphh!” Eddy begged. He had been bound and gagged for hours now and he found he was a bondage hypocrite. He much preferred to have the other guy tied up then be the victim himself.

Eddy was made to kneel while he and his former co-workers waited on Daddy to arrive.

Desperately Eddy mumbled through his gag, hoping his XXXXs would take pity on him. If they removed the gag, maybe Eddy could talk his way out fo this. But down deep Eddy Knew better. he had stolen from the boss and anyone dumb enough to help Eddy would soon be in the same position.

Eddy had no idea how long he waited. Eventually Vasquez entered the room.

“Tie his feet. I want him hog tied as tight as you can”, Vasquez ordered his men.

Eddy gave pitiful grunts as he was XXXX into a very tight hog tie.

“Leave.”, Vasquez ordered and goons complied.

Sweat beaded down Eddy’s face. he could feel his boss’ eyes boring into the young man’s helpless body.

“So. You thought you could steal from me?”

“Mmmmm!?”

“Oh don't’ worry. I’m not going to kill you or anything. I’m just going to make an example of you. “

Eddy wasn’t sure that was any better. Eddy felt Vasquez’s hands feeling him up. “You’re pay be back with interest. Starting right now.”

The End?

Eddy "the Rabbit" Johnson played by Derek

Daddy Vasquez played by JMZ

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:09/22/2012

tags: Story, tape gag, bad guy, hog tie

Taking Out the Guard

27 photos; 7:36 video

The Guard played by Rick

The Bad Guy played by Dean

Photography by Caitiff

Date of 01/03/2017

tags: grabbed, uniform, bad guy, cleave gag, socks, plot

Jeopardy by Fidelis

20 photos

"Alex, I'll pick World Capitals for eight hundred dollars."

"Mike, the question is"

Tony lay sprawled on the floor, watching TV. He was busy keeping score ­ if he had been a contestant, he would be winning. He had the sound on the television turned up high, competing with the noise of his neighbour's stereo so he didn't notice the faint rattling at the front door.

"Yes!!!!" Tony added another eight hundred dollars to his score. This guy was so slow ­ everyone knew that the capital of Uruguay was Montevideo. His glee was short-lived. His front door swung open, and a man brandishing a concealed item burst into his apartment.

"Who the fuck are ..?"

"On your knees, big boy. Hands over your head!"

With the concealed item pointed straight at him, Tony slowly got to his knees and raised his hands. He had no idea why this lunatic was in his apartment, but he wasn't going to argue him. Mrs. Rodriguez hadn't raised a stupid son.

The intruder whipped some rope out of his knapsack and started tying Tony's hands and arms behind his back. Then he pushed Tony down on his side, and bound his feet together.

"OK, big boy, where is it?"

"Where is what? I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Don't play stupid with me, big boy. I know that you've got it. Where is it! Tell me or you'll be sorry."

The evil intruder started plucking out hairs from Tony's fuzzy chest.

"Ouch, stop! Pleeeezzze! Stop!"

"Ha, fuzzy wuzzy doesn't like this does he? Just tell me where it is, I'll take it and be gone. Otherwise fuzzy wuzzy won't have any hair."

"Please, I don't know what you're talking about! Honest! Just tell me what you're after."

"That was your last chance, big boy. Open up."

"No, please, don't.MMMMGGGGHHHHH."

Tony choked as the bad guy shoved a balled up bandanna into his mouth. He lay there helplessly as a white rag was tied tightly around his head, holding the bandanna in his mouth.

"That will keep you quiet. And then when I find it..you might wish that you had talked when you could."

Tony listened as the guy tore his apartment apart. He had no idea what this guy was looking for, but he knew that he had to get out of there, and fast. He struggled against his ropes, but they were tied too tightly for him to get loose. He tried yelling through his gag, but with combination of his TV and the stereo next door blaring away drowned out any noise that he could make. OK. Time for Plan B. Tony struggled to his feet. If he could just get outside, to the hallway, he would bang on doors until someone helped him. All he had to do was to reach the door, get it open and get into the hall. He took little hops, trying not to overbalance. He didn't want to fall down ­ the sound might alert the intruder. YES!!! He was at the door. Tony tried to open it, whimpering in frustration as his sweaty palms failed to get a grip on the doorknob. Finally, he managed to get a good hold on it, and somehow managed to turn it. He started to pull the door open, grunting with the effort. Just one more minute and he would be safe.

"Where the hell do you think you're going, big boy? You get right back here."

Tony could have wept with frustration as the intruder put his arms around him, and XXXX him back into the room. Why was the guy holding him so tight? And why was his hand down there? Hmmm. Tony blushed. Having that hand squeezing him down there was having an effect on him.

"Down you go, big guy."

Tony grunted as he was shoved down onto the floor. Ouch, that hurt.

"Gee, fuzzy wuzzy, it looks like I hit the wrong apartment. According to your drivers license, you aren't Mike Blas. And this isn't 14 Garden Grove. But since I've gone to all this trouble, I think that I deserve some recompense. Let's see what's inside those shorts."

Tony moaned as his underwear was pulled down and he felt a hand moving over his smooth butt cheeks. It was bad enough that he had missed the rest of Jeopardy, but now this guy was going to XXXX him. How much worse could this evening get?

THE END

Tony played by Anthony

Photography by Caitiff

 Date of Production: 03/12/2003

Tags: bear, shirtless, underwear, otm gag, stuff gag, socks, story

His New Toy by Caitiff

31 photos; 7:20 video

“Ok so how long do I have to stay tied up?”, Doug asked. It was embarrassing being the too small jock strap. His dick kept threatening to slip out. And he certainly didn't’ like having his hands tied up behind his back.

But a bet was s abet and Doug had lost to Jerry.

“No talking!”, Jerry said as he shoved the first thing he could find into Doug’s mouth. Doug glared at Jerry in disbelief a she chewed the leather glove stuck between his teeth. Jerry was taking this master slave thing a bit too far, he thought.

Not as far as Jerry was going to take it. Wanting to make sure his new “toy” stayed quiet, Jerry got some tape and taped the glove into Doug’s mouth so he couldn't’ spit it out again.

Ahh Doug didn't’ like that at all. He had lots of hair on his head and neck. Taking off the tape would not be comfortable.

“Ok see if you can get out. You have ten minutes.” , Jerry commanded. Wanting desperately to get free, Doug complied. He struggled and twisted but didn’t get any traction nor slack. The knots remained secured as did Doug.

After thirty minutes of watching his nearly naked friend struggle uselessly, Jerry took out more rope and bent one of Doug’s knees back. The legs was tied ankle to thigh with coils of thick black rope.

Doug paused in his work long enough to give some playful pinches to Doug’s sensitive nipples.

“Mmmmmffaammm!”, Doug protested, eliciting a laugh from Jerry as he began to tie up Doug’s other leg the same as the first.

Once that was done and it was clear Doug could do nothing to stop him, Jerry took a few more liberties with his bound and gagged buddy. That hairy chest of Doug’s was so inviting. As were a few other things.

Over Doug’s gagged protests and empty unintelligible threats, peeked under the jock strap at Doug’s goods. Not too shabby. And the jock strap would be coming off soon anyway. He had only had Doug wear one to put him at ease. Straight guys were always so self conscious.

Jerry hugged his new bondage teddy bear, rubbing his fingers across Doug’s hairy chest and down his stomach to where his cock began to grow despite Doug’s frantic wishes otherwise. Just what how far was Jerry going to take this bet thing?

As far as he could. Jerry had rigged it so he would win just for this reason. Poor clueless straight boy Doug never had a clue what a crush Jerry had for him. Now he would have Doug all to himself for the next week end. And from the way Doug’s dick kept trying to pop out everytime Jerry’s hand came near, Doug was enjoying this more then he wanted to let on. Jerry knew how far he could go. He also knew how to make sure Doug enjoyed himself as much as Jerry planned too.

It would be a good week end.

The End

Doug played by Wolfric

Jerry played by Garrettjan

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production:04/26/2012

Tags: Bad Guy, exposed, underwear, otter, shirtless, socks, hog tie, tape gag, bare foot

Snatch Part 1

32 photos; 6:04 video

Model: Ron Jefferies

Snatcher: Dean

Photography by Nick007

Part 2

Date of Production: 4-17-2015

Tags: grabbed, muscle, strip, exposed, nudity, nude, bad guy, cleave gag, socks

Bondage Newbie

20 photos; 3:23 video

He's never been tied up before.

Bondage Newbie: Justin Johns

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/09/2025

Tags: hog tie, cleave gag, socks

Stick Around by Heman

30 photos; 2:50 video

Stick Around

Christopher Rotten had a reputation for getting a story. Running his own website where he vowed to tell the truth, no matter how salacious it may be and no matter how much it may offend someone. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do to get to the bottom of a juicy story.

Because of this, Christopher's reputation surpassed him and one day, Christopher found himself coming home to an unwanted guest. As Christopher eyed the man with suspicion and an unwise amount of disdain, the man dragged Christopher into the house. 

Christopher had struggled in the man's grip and soon was tackled to the ground. Christopher tried reasoning with the man but it was to no avail. The man grew tired of Christopher's resistance and proceeded tie and gag Christopher tightly.

As Christopher tried to free himself, the man checked his whole house from top to bottom. Finding all of Christopher's files, the man destroyed them with efficiency, including any potential back up files that had been lying around.

A confused Christopher continued to struggle to free himself but the man had done such a great job in keeping him bound. The man admires Christopher's attempts to free himself before coldly telling Christopher why he was bound and gagged. 

Christopher had no choice but to listen to the man telling him some harsh truths about his brutal methods for getting stories and the lives that Christopher had ruined through his website. Christopher tried to justify his actions but the man doesn't allow him to.

Christopher's left with a stern warning to keep his nose out of business that doesn't concern him or the next visit won't be pleasant.

The End

Bound Guy played by Christopher Rotten

Bad Guy played by Adrien Fowler

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/08/2025

Tags: bad guy, grabbed, hand gag, gagging, cleave gag, suit, plot, hog tie, socks, story

Tied at Work

21 photos; 6:38 video

Worker played by Matheus

Photography by Marco Grieco

See More Here.

Date of Production: 02/28/2021

Tags: bear, outside, strip, underwear

Chip On His Shoudier

25 photos

"Ommppphhh, you sure are a big guy. Now get moving, Chippie. We’ve places to go and things to do."

The cop grunted as I dragged him out of my truck. I was grunting myself; the cop had put up a good fight, and I was probably hurting as much as he was. But….I wasn’t the one tied up and gagged!

I had already been in a pissy mood when he pulled me over. One more ticket was going to screw my insurance and I had tried to reason with him. I called it reasoning, he called it having an attitude. One thing lead to another, I threw a punch at him, he swung at me, and we ended brawling on the side of the road. Luckily, I managed to get in one low blow, and I had the cop doubled up and retching. I was on an adrenaline high, and I had tackled him, knocking him flat on his CHP stomach. As I lay on top of him, feeling his hard cop body pinned under me, something took over my mind. I would plead temporary insanity if this ever came to charges, but the thought of having that cop helpless and under my control suddenly obsessed me. It had taken only a moment to grab his cuffs and put them on him, rip off his radio and toss it into the brush, and push his bike over into the ditch by the side of the road. I had dragged him to his feet and loaded him into the back of my truck. I stood over him, watching him squirm, listening to him gasp for breath. I sprang an instant woody. I didn’t care what happened to me, this cop was mine! Once he had regained his breath, he started swearing at me, telling me what big shit I was going to be in. A pair of my dirty briefs and some duct tape had taken care of that. Some nice white rope wrapped around his studly cop body incapacitated him. Handcuffs were all good and proper in their place, but I knew these cops had their tricks to get out of their cuffs. This big boy wasn’t going to be able free himself from my knots, not for a long time. Besides, I wanted him to be really uncomfortable. That snug rope threaded through his groin wasn’t going to make him a happy camper.

"GGGMMMMPHHHHH! MMPPGHBIGMMMGSHIT!"

Ah, the sound of gagged curses. I felt full of …energy. It was amazing how some stuffing and duct tape could shut up even the cockiest of cops. His muffled grunts were music to my ears.

"Come along officer, sit down and take a load off of your feet. That’s right, make yourself comfortable. Here, you don’t need those sunglasses. It isn’t that bright in here."

I nearly blew right then and there, as the cop glared at me defiantly. He was one hot number, and he was MINE! This cop might think he was tough, but when I got through with him, he would be singing a different story. I was trying not to salivate as I looked at him. I could barely stand up I was so horny, and I saw his eyes widen as he caught sight of the bulge in my jeans. He stared at my groin, and then looked down. I saw him blush until he was as red as tomato. This was interesting development.

"I see that you noticed how happy I am to be in your company, officer. We’re going to enjoy our time together, believe me."

The Chippie didn’t seem too happy about that. He reared to his feet and tried to butt me in the stomach with his head. I nimbly stepped out of his way, and then wrestled him to the floor. It didn’t take me too long to get his legs and ankles tightly encased in rope. The sight of the white rope against his high shiny black leather boots almost did me in. I was panting for breath almost as much as he was, but for a different reason. Blood was running to both of my heads as I placed him back on his milk carton stool. I ran my hand over his cropped hair, and caressed his cheek, just where it was bulging over his tight tape gag.

"Don’t you worry, officer, everything is going to be just fine. You don’t have a thing to worry about me. Trust me."

I smiled at him brightly, even though I was practically hyperventilating with lust. He didn’t seem to have quite such a sanguine outlook at the situation as he glared at me, panting under his gag. I could see fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead, glistening in his short hair. It took almost all of my willpower not to lick them from his skin. I ran my hand over his uniformed chest, letting my fingers linger over his badge. I might just keep a souvenir or two once I was finished with him. I was moaning under my breath and rubbing my bulging groin as I stroked his chest, and this seemed to alarm him even more. Even though he was trussed up hand and foot, he made yet another futile effort to escape my roving hands. He dragged himself to his feet. I could see the look of panic, and….something else in his eyes as he stood there, facing me. I could see fear, but the look of defiance had been replaced by a look of – I couldn’t quite place it. Speculation? Pleading? He shook his head and tried to say something. He wasn’t cursing now. It sounded more like no, please, no. Then he lost his balance and started to fall over. I caught him in my arms and lowered him to the floor. I felt something unexpected as I had his firm body clutched to mine. Now this was really interesting.

"What’s this, officer? I don’t think that is just your cup that feels so hard down there. Should I investigate?"

"MMMNOOOO! NNOOOOOOOO!"

The cop wriggled around, like on a fish on a hook as I started to pat him. He was trying to hide something, something that was making him beet-red with shame. He even managed to flip himself over on his stomach in his vain effort to conceal the bulging boner that was causing his uniform breeches to expand. His cup had either cracked or somehow been dislodged during our fight, and now there was nothing to hide his evident physical excitement. Would wonders never cease? It seemed as if the cop was as excited about his helpless predicament as I was – but he was ashamed of it. I would have to help, wouldn’t I? I got to work immediately.

THE END

CHiP played by Stu

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/03/2005

Tags:: police, uniform, tape gag, story, chair tie

Hogtied Undies

21 photos; 5:15 video

Model: Garrett

Photography by Nick007

Date of Production: 3/28/2015

tags: tape gag, otter, underwear, hog tie, bare foot, grope, bad guy, dominated

Feeling Athletic

24 photos; 5:23 video

Model: Lex

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 10/25/2015

Tags: shirtless, muscle, socks, cleave gag

Rivalry by Caitiff

36 photos

God I hated that Jerk Tim in Accounting! Always sucking up to the boss, always letting others do the work and then taking the credit! And he only got away with it because he was so eager to wiggle that cute little ass of his. Sure,the guy did have a nice ass, but that just made it even harder to take his bull. Tim needed to be taken down a peg.

Fortunately our office has the worst security. The Boss went cheap and bought the fake cameras to scare away potential robbers but save money. and the locks on our aging building were easy to XXXX open. A ski mask and some gloves and I was set.

Slacker that he was, even Tim had to work late occasionally and that’s what I found him doing. Well, he actually was playing video games. But he was so engrossed in that that he didn’t see him coming with my fake but real looking concealed item until it was too late.

“What the fuck!”, he blurted out, spinning around in his chair.

I didn’t say a word. No use ever giving him a chance to recognize my voice if he ever deigned to get off his high horse to talk to lowly old me. I just shoved him against the chair and motioned for him to shut up and stay still. Seeing my concealed item and believing it real, he complied as I quickly tied his hands to the chair. Once his arms were secured, I did the same to his legs.

“What do you want?” Tim sputtered when he was finally tied up al the way. I guess he figured that since I didn’t just kill him right away, that wasn’t my plan. Of course I had no intention of actually physically harming him. I had something far worse in mind!

“Look, I got money! Take it! I can get you into the safe if you wa..MMMPH!” That choad! He selling out the company’s money! And how did he get the combo to the safe? Only the boss was supposed to have that! I took special glee as I stopped his annoying begging by wrapping duct tape over his mouth and around his head. Silenced and helpless, tim could nothing but give me his infamous puppy dog eyes.

Ignoring him I went to work on the computer. Seemed tim hadn’t been just just playing video games after all. There was some kind of program running that was transferring ever so small amounts of money to an account. Not a lot to make a dent in the profits. But when it was added up over time... I soon found the account it was going to and did a little programming of my own. Soon all that money was bouncing around blind accounts until I decided to grab the money.

“Mmmaaa! Mmmnnnnmmoooo!”, Tim shook his head and struggled violently in the chair to which he was bound. Inside I chuckled. Who knew how long tim had been working on this little scheme. and now I had gotten rid of it all as he looked on, Bound and gagged and helpless to stop me. And he could never even report what had happened without incriminating himself.

But I was far from done with out cute little embezzler with the nice ass. and Tim knew it as he looked into my eyes. I wanted to see just what the Boss saw in this guy. So I began to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt.

“Mmm? Mmmffaammmaammmffph!?”, I heard Tim say through his gag. Didn’t understand a word of it but he sure understood me as I ripped open the shirt of his expensive suit and tugged the pants down around his ankles. Tim was an even bigger slut then I had realized. He had no underwear on, totally free balling. Undoubtedly he was used to having his pants down around his ankles at work.

To really bring the point home, Tim’s dick was saying hello. Well, who was I to turn down an invitation?

“Mmmm! Mmmmmm!!”

Tim’s dick responded to the touch of my hands rather nicely. It was rather well trained and Tim’s hips began to jerk in time to my tugs. The little he-whore! Even bound and gagged and at the mercy of (to him) a total stranger, he was putting out!

My handiwork was quite good. Tim was soon panting through his tape gag and I could tell he was about to explode. So naturally I stopped.

“Mmmm?” Tim moaned. Apparently he wasn’t used to anybody giving him the cold shoulder before.

I waited until he was just soft enough and then started up again And again stopped just as he was about to get off. Start and stop, start and stop. and each time, like a sex crazed pavlovian dog, tim’s manhood took the bait despite himself. After about doing this six times, I stopped one more time and looked at him, motioning to ask if he wanted me to continue.

“Mmmm! Mmmmaaph!”, Tim nodded desperately.

I smiled under my mask. Under different circumstances I would have happily taken his guy all the way and kept going. But I had a job to do and needed ot get back to it. So instead I took Tim’s rather nice and certainly expensive tie and tied one end around his engorged dick. The other end went around his neck, XXXX him to stare down at what had gotten him into his mess. I wondered if he would ever ge the lesson. I then closed out of the program that had transferred the money (lest it be discovered by whomever discovered Tim) and gave him a look that he immediately knew meant.

You aren’t worth it.

Of course, he was, with that smooth muscular chest and the boyish face and the body that obviously could go on and on. But no use in letting him know that. Tim’s ego was unbearable already. So I left him, tied up tightly and gagged into silence, his dick still hard because of the tie knotted around it’s base. And me properly revenged and about 1.2 million richer.

When I came back to work the next day, no one even suspected I had anything to with it or even about the missing money. That was the good news.

The bad news was when the Boss had discovered out little bondage boy still all tied up and gagged tightly the next morning, he didn’t fire him at all. Instead he got a raise for the “emotional distress”!

There ain’t no justice!

Of course, given what I now know about Tim and how he handles restraint, I was sure if he ever go too cocky again, I could fix that. Maybe next time a little XXXX would be in order.

The End?

Tim played by Troy

Photography by Caitiff

 Date of Production: 06/18/2005

Tags: story, tape gag, chair tie, suit

Hijacked Rocker By Kirk

30 photos; 3:03 video

The name of the band was JASPER. And they were making it big time. Youtube had been their main outlet and it was only by chance that the kid of one of the execs at NBC had mentioned this group to his father. His father made some calls and, done! Jasper had a recording contract with a tour starting in New York. They would be an opening act for “The Who…” a great way to get known.

Twenty-two year old Tony was the lead singer and writer for the group. A hell of a nice guy, Tony would not hurt a fly. Tony had one fall from grace: he stole every word he wrote! Tony would research online little know garage bands and find their lyrics, and write his music to them. It would be his downfall.

“Punch” was a grunge rocker who had a small garage band that would play at some local clubs and parties in Philadelphia. He had put his music on Youtube, and was surfing when he came to the Jasper site. He froze as he read the lyrics to their first album. “That shithead stole my fuckin work!” Punch read carefully to be sure. “Yes, this Tony fraud is making it big time with my words.” Punch planned to make Tony pay.

Checking the tour dates for the Who tour, Punch and his band members realized that Tony would be near Madison Square Garden. There would be tight security for the Who, but who gave a shit about Jasper. It was easy to get into the caverns of the Garden before the concert started. A sweet smelling rag, and Tony was out cold. Dragged down into an opening in the subway, they kept him out until 3 AM when they dragged his XXXX form up a subway escape tube, into a van, which speed away through the Lincoln Tunnel to an old house in Jersey. Tony was out cold when he was dumped on a bed. “Bind and gag him,” Punch ordered. “No problem,” said the drummer. The stripped off Tony’s shirt. “Want these ropes on his skin!” They proceeded to rope his wrist, arms, legs and feet nice and tight. Shoving a rag down his throat, they tape gagged him. Then, taking a pail of cold water, the splashed it in the bound man’s face.

Tony awoke with a startle. He bucked and soon realized that he was all tied up. He tried to speak, but also found he was gagged. With the drummer holding Tony by his tied arms, Punch lashed his fits into Tony’s gut. “Steal my fuckin songs and make money off them did you?” Punch lashed away as Tony tried to harden his gut and take the abuse. He was never tied up before, and tried feverishly to break his arms and hands free, but the drummer was good at his craft. Finally, the stopped their gut punching, and hogtied Tony. “We have some plans for you!” They left him hogtied on the bed.

Tony tried with all his might to break free of his bounds. He jerked and rolled and pushed and only increased his rope burn and numbness. Rolling off the bed to the ground, he tried to sliver his wrists under his but to his front, but the ropes binding his arms made the leverage needed impossible.

Finally, exhausted, he laid there, breathing heavy, awaiting his fate.

His captors returned and untied his arms, moving his hands in front of him and retied them. He was placed in front of a laptop, his Youtube site on the screen. “Its simple,” Punch said to his sweating victim. “You type in your blog that you are a fraud, that you stole all the lyrics from us, and that your group is history, and email it to ALL your fans. Then, you sign this promissory note and we get the money you made on our work.” “NEVER,” Tony moaned, showing his macho, yet wondering what they would do. Tony began to scream and mpffed, “OK YOU WIN.” Tony wrote the blog and signed the papers. The chemical smelling rag returned.

Tony awoke, again hogtied, in a puddle of dirty track water on a subway siding. It took his nearly six hours to brake free of the ropes. He could not go to the cops: he was guilty himself of fraud. The Who went on stage early and played latter, one of the greatest concerts at Madison Square Garden. And Tony….. He shaved his head, got a business suit and looked for a job on Wall Street.

The End

Model: Hal

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/17/2006

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