The Rich Kid by Caitiff

27 photos; 4:19 video

Jeff was always going on about how his folks were loaded. And they were. They paid for everything: his school , his rent , and his Mustang.

But Jeff wanted more. The only time he seemed to even talk to his folks was to ask for more money. It must have eventually pissed them off because one day he fumed at us that his parents had cut him off. Well, not really cut him off so much as they would ONLY pay for the stuff they were already paying.

That the rest of us in the house found Jeff a spoiled little snot goes without saying. But he must not have caught on to how we felt because he confided to us a plan to get a lot of money. After seeing an episode of Hawaii Five O, Jeff got the “brilliant idea of arranging his own takening. We would all get a share of course. With Jeff that was a four way split.

However, money of not, there are some things you just don’t do. Freaking your loving parents so you could con them out of money seemed to be on that list. Me and the other two room mates agreed. We also agreed Jeff needed to be taught a lesson.

“Oh ok Jeff. We’ll do this.” I said to him, But we gotta make it look real or your folks won’t buy it.”

Jeff agreed, having no idea what we planned to do to him. The poor sap.

“Ok we will need a video to show your parents you have been taken...”

“Oh don’t worry, I can act scared.”, Jeff interjected.

“No, we need it to be more realistic. Tie him up” I told Todd and Jerry, our other room mates. On cue, they tightly bound Jeff’s hands behind his back. Jeff was so shocked he didn’t even put up a fight.

“Uhhh, I am not sure I need to be ..,Mmmm!” Jeff’s words were cut off as Jerry began wrapping tape over his mouth. The look in Jeff’s eyes as the tape tightened over his mouth was priceless. He was right, he could look scared when he had too.

“H e still looks too comfortable. I know. Lets tear off his clothes!” I suggested.

“Mmmmpphh!?”

Jerry and Todd tore off Jeff’s expensive clothes until he was down to his underwear. We could have kept going until Jeff was naked but we decided we wouldn’t abuse Jeff too much. Maybe later. For now Jeff looked pretty good in his wife beater and green shorts.

We took Jeff down to the basement and sat his ass down on a table. We then tied his legs while Jerry got out his cam corder.

“Ok on the count of five, struggle.” Jerry said as if he was directing a movie.

Jerry did struggle and he moaned. He almost looked kind of hot. If only I could have forgotten what a spoiled sleaze he was.

“I think he has too much freedom still.” I said and hog tied Jeff’s cute ass.

“Maybe we could cut off a finger?”, Todd suggested in a serious tone. Jerry flipped out his butterfly edge.

“Mmmpphhaaammmmm!”, Jeff let out a panicked moan.

“Oh sorry Jeff, we should have told you. The way we figure if you ever spill the beans we would all be in trouble. And a million dollars split three ways is better then four. Sorry buddy. But maybe we’ll let you go after we are safe in Mexico.”

“Mmmm! Mmmmmmmpphhaaaa!” Jeff groaned as he struggled to get free. To bad for him he wasn’t going too. He had no problem giving Jerry lots of good footage.

I guess when Jeff got the idea to fake his own takening from that Hawaii Five O episode, he didn't remember the part where the guy’s friends double cross him. Or maybe he did and that was why he bought our act so quickly.

OF course we weren’t going to cut off a finger anymore then we were going to send Jeff’s parents the video or ask them for money. But we would keep Jeff bound and gagged for a day or two before we let him in on that.

The End

 

Model: Simon

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 10/17/2008

Tags: story, twink, tape gag, bare foot, hog tie

Wrong Side of the Bed by Caitiff

27 photos; 5:44 video

In hindsight, Mark should have kept his mouth shut. He hadn’t realized the consequences of his actions. But his dad has cut him off and Mark was mad. The old man had tonnes of money. After a few beers, Mark’s better judgment took a holiday. he was bitching to his friends about sorry his dad would be if Mark were to be taken. Yeah that would show his dad. Mark and his new buddies could fake Mark’s takening and collect a huge wad of cash.

By the time the XXXX were finished with him, Mark was too XXXX to drive or barely stand. He hadn’t meant a word of what he had said, of course. But the guys he had met at the bar didn't’ know that. They decided right then a and there that Mark had a great idea.

They took the barely conscious Mark to Mark’s house. They would have to make it look realistic of course. So they tied Mark up. Lengths of rope were wound around Mark’s wrist, nice and tight. Then more rope was used to tie up Mark’s ankles. Now even if they put Mark on a polygraph, he could say honestly he was held prisoner.

Mark of course was still XXXX and didn't’ put up any kind of fight as he was bound hand and foot.

“Is that it? Should we wake him up?”

“No,we need to gag him too. It’s not bondage if he ain’t gagged. Hand me that bandanna over there.”

They stuffed the filthy rag into Mark’s mouth. They slapped duct tape over Mark’s mouth to make sure the bandanna stayed in. Then just to cover their bases they took an old t-shirt and tied around mark’s head to make sure that Mark couldn’t get the tape off.

“Uhh if he’s gagged, how will he tell us his plan?”

“Don't’ worry, the other shanghaier said, “He explained it all in the bar, remember? “

Following Mark’s rambling an barely coherent plan, the two men took pictures of Mark and then left to mail their demands to mark’s father. If things worked out as Mark said, they could just leave Mark here to be found later.

The men, still pretty XXXX, left mark bound and gagged on the bed.

“Mmmmm...”, by this time Mark was slowly coming out of his stupor.

The first thing Mark realized as he painfully came back to consciousness, was his head was pounding. The second was that he couldn’t move his hands nor feet.

“Mmmmffaa? Mmmmppphh!”, Mark let out an angry grunt, finding he was well gagged. There was a foul tasting rag shoved into his mouth. He tried to push it out with his tongue but there was tape holding it in, pressed tight against his face by another rag.

What the hell had happened last night? He could see waking up next to some strange woman but tied up?!

Mark began working at the ropes binding his hands but after several attempts could find no slack. Nor could he find any knots. The ropes around his feet were no less tight. All Mark could do was roll from side to side as he struggled to get free. But as he did it soon became more and more apparent that he wasn’t going to get free.

Hours passed with no luck. The rag in his mouth seemed like a solid lump of saliva. None of his neighbors seemed to heart his gagged cries for help. All he had really managed to do was slip his hands over his ass, leaving him in an even more uncomfortable position.

Then his phone rang. Mark couldn’t answer it of course. Finally the answering machine picked up.

“Mark, this is your father...”

“Mmmmmm!”, Mark grunted through his gag, even though he knew his father couldn't’ hear him.

His father continued, “ Do you think I’m an idiot? I cut you off and then I get a ransom demand? And the pics are you in your apartment?! Well forget it. It’s not going to work. Did you really think I’d never heard of that scam before? Shit it was Hawaii Five O for Christ’s sake. You can stay cut off until you’ve learned your lesson. And be grateful I didn't’ call the police. Your mother almost had them coming over to check your apartment.”

The phone hung up.

Mark did eventually get loose. But his father never did believe that Mark hadn’t arranged his own XXXX. And Mark never got XXXX at a bar again.

The End

 

Mark played by Matt

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:08/20/2010

Tags: ball tie, stuff gag, cloth gag, bare foot, story

Back to Back by LAshyguy

23 photos; 7:01 video

 

Dustin, Jeff and Pablo had been best friends since high school and knew each others’ deep, dark secrets. Both Jeff and Dustin knew Pablo had a thing for bondage, and they often took advantage of it by tying Pablo up in various positions, and they would leave him for hours on end while they stayed upstairs playing video games and getting high. However, one day, Dustin and Jeff went one step too far, and Pablo had been plotting revenge on them ever since.

It was a typical Saturday night, and Dustin and Jeff were already stoned out of their minds. Pablo, half-stoned himself, begged Dustin and Jeff to tie him up in the basement of Dustin’s house for an hour. Dustin and Jeff had no problem doing it, and soon Pablo was bound and gagged in his underwear to a chair. Everything was fine, but after an hour passed, Dustin and Jeff didn’t come back down. Pablo watched the clock in the basement slowly change minute-by-minute. Pablo began to worry why his friends weren’t coming down to release him. Little did Pablo know, Dustin and Jeff had gotten so stoned, they XXXX while playing Call of Duty. It wasn’t until eleven o’clock the next morning, nearly twelve hours later, that Dustin and Jeff awoke and realized Pablo was still tied up in the basement.

Weeks passed as Pablo plotted his revenge. He wanted to ensure Dustin and Jeff had forgotten about their little mishap. Pablo wasn’t great at video games, but he concocted the perfect plan to get Dustin and Jeff back, so he spent the ensuing weeks mastering Call of Duty. Finally, Dustin invited Jeff and Pablo to stay over his house while his parents went skiing in Vermont. Pablo was quick to say yes.

As the three best friends sat down to play Call of Duty, Pablo spoke up and said, “What do you say we place a little bet on the game?”

Dustin and Jeff laughed heartily at Pablo. Dustin said, “Are you crazy? You suck as video games.”

Assuming Jeff knew what Pablo wanted, he replied, “Pablo, if you just want us to tie you up, you don’t need to lose. We can do that right now if you want.”

Pablo responded, “I know that guys, but I’d rather we compete to see who wins. And the winner gets to do whatever he wants to the losers. Deal?”

Dustin and Jeff both accepted in unison, and the game was on. It didn’t take long to realize that Pablo had been practicing his Call of Duty skills, because less than ten minutes later, both Dustin and Jeff had been defeated by Pablo.

“Holy crap,” Dustin said in shock, “When the hell did you get that good?”

“I’ve been practicing,” Pablo said with a cocky grin.

“I think we’ve been hustled,” Jeff admonished, slightly annoyed.

“Guess so, but a deal’s a deal,” Pablo said, “now take off your shirts.”

Dustin and Jeff did as they were told and removed their shirts. Pablo reached for the gym bag he brought with him and unzipped it. Inside were several hundred feet of rope, bandanas and duct tape.

“Oh hell no,” Jeff shouted. Jeff had never been tied up before, and the sheer thought of it unnerved him. Dustin, on the other hand, would let Pablo tie him up on occasion when Pablo was in the mood. It didn’t excite him in any way, but Dustin was the kind of friend who would go along for the ride.

“Come on, man, we agreed,” Dustin said.

“No way,” Jeff replied defiantly, “There’s no way I’m letting him tie me up.”

“Okay…then I guess I’ll have to help him,” Dustin said, and immediately pounced on top of Jeff.

Jeff fought valiantly, but it wasn’t long before Dustin had Jeff pinned down. Jeff was a lot smaller than Dustin, and Dustin worked out regularly. As Jeff struggled fruitlessly on the ground, he wished he would’ve gone to the gym more often.

As Dustin held Jeff down, Pablo went to work tying Jeff’s wrists behind his back. Jeff tried to thrash about, flailing his legs violently, but it didn’t do him any good. Once his wrists were properly secured, Jeff began to panic.

“Guys, come on. This isn’t cool, This isn’t MMMMPPHHH!”

Pablo tugged the bandana tightly around Jeff’s head and tied a square knot in the back. As Jeff dribbled some inaudible curses at Pablo and Dustin, Pablo grabbed the duct tape and wrapped it around Jeff’s head several times. With a proper gag in place, Jeff’s frustrations were muted to the point of inaudibility.

Dustin stood up and wiped the sweat off his brow. “That was way more work than it should’ve been.” Dustin looked down at the angry glare Jeff shot at him. Dustin gave him a playful kick into the ribs and laughed.

“Okay, Dustin. Your turn,” Pablo said.

Dustin nodded in compliance, then turned around and put his hands behind his back. Since he wasn’t fighting back, it took no more than a couple minutes before Dustin’s hands were tied behind his back and he was gagged in the exact same manner as Jeff.

Pablo reached down and pulled Jeff to his feet. Jeff’s complaints were muffled completely, and Pablo laughed in spite of them.

“I’m sorry, Jeff, I can’t hear a word you’re saying. Now, want you guys to take a good look at each other…because we’re just getting started.”

An angry Jeff and a content Dustin stared at one another. Jeff was livid at the situation he was in: bound a gagged wearing nothing but his shorts, and worse, XXXX into this position by his so-called best friends. He had felt completely betrayed, even though a small part of him was blaming himself for agreeing to the best. Dustin was completely comfortable in their situation. In fact, the sight of Jeff bare-chested, bound and gagged, was actually turning him on.

As the flashes went off with Pablo’s camera, Justin turned in his direction and turned red with embarrassment. “MMMMPPHHH! MMMMPPPHHH!”

“Sorry, Jeff. All part of losing the bet,” Pablo said. “Now for the next part.”

Pablo approached Jeff and XXXX him to sit down. He then went about wrapping rope about Jeff’s ankles. Jeff fought back as best he could, but it was a losing battle at this point. Dustin sat down willingly and watched as Pablo craftily tied his ankles to his thighs.

“Looking good guys,” Pablo said as he sat back and admired his work. After taking several more pictures, Pablo reached into his bag and pulled out an extremely long piece of rope.”

“And now for the coup de grace.”

Pablo positioned Dustin and Jeff so they were sitting back-to-back. Pablo took the long piece of rope and wrapped it many timed around their chest and arms. Jeff continued his muffled complaining, but that only fueled Pablo’s fire. Pablo was used to being on the receiving end of rope, and it was particularly thrilling for him to not only being tying up Dustin again, but to be tying Jeff as well.

“Okay, I think that’s good enough, don’t you agree,” Pablo asked.

Dustin and Jeff both looked up at their best friend, and now captor, in acknowledgement. Jeff struggled against the ropes, but he couldn’t get free. Dustin sat there, still enjoying the situation he was experiencing.

“Now, I have a little confession to make,” Pablo said to his captives, “Jeff, you were right. I did hustle you guys. I’ve been playing Call of Duty for weeks to make sure I could beat you, and for good reason. I’ve wanted to tie you guys up ever since that night you got stoned out of your minds and left me in the basement all night and morning. By the time you guys untied me, my muscles were screaming from pain and exhaustion. Tonight, you guys are finally gonna get to feel what that’s like. Good night.”

The enjoyment in Dustin’s faced washed away like wave on the shore. Surely, Pablo wouldn’t leave them like this all night. Dustin tried to speak up, but the bandana and duct tape firmly kept him from doing so.

Pablo shut the light off, and the last thing Dustin and Jeff heard were the sounds of Pablo ascending the staircase.

Jeff began to thrash about immediately, but Dustin remained calm. Pablo was the nicest of the three of them, so Dustin was confident Pablo wouldn’t leave them bound and gagged to one another all night. But as the silence of the night crept on, Dustin began to lose faith in his theory.

As the twilight continued outside the windows, Jeff exerted every ounce of energy he could trying to get free. He twisted his fingers every which way possible without breaking them, desperately looking for a knot. However, Pablo had hidden them so well that there was no way for Jeff to reach them. Dustin began to search as well, but he knew Pablo was a master at rope and wouldn’t leave them such an easy escape.

As the sun began to peek over the horizon, Jeff and Dustin were drenched in their own sweat and exhaustion. Their hands and feet were still tied perfectly, and even though the rope around their chests slid down to their stomachs, thanks to their struggling and sweating, it was still holding them together.

With no strength left in his body, Jeff did the only thing left he could.

“MMMMPPPPPHHHH!!! MMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHH!!!” Jeff shouted, hoping and praying someone outside would hear him. Of course, since it was winter, all the windows in the house were closed and properly locked, leaving no chance for anyone to hear Jeff’s cries.

Dustin continued trying to escape, but his muscles were sore beyond belief, worse than any workout he’d ever done. Still, Dustin wasn’t a quitter, and even though he knew him and Jeff were getting what they deserved for what they did to Pablo, Dustin didn’t want Pablo coming downstairs to have the satisfaction of finding him and Jeff still bound and gagged.

However, as eleven o’clock rolled around and Pablo came downstairs, he found Dustin and Jeff exactly as he left them.

“Wow, you guys look completely exhausted,” Pablo said, “Kind of like I did when you finally came around to untying me in the basement. I guess it’s safe to say you guys have learned your lesson.”

Both Dustin and Jeff nodded. They were completely spent and would agree to just about anything so Pablo would let them go.

“Good. So…I’m gonna head out and meet a couple friends for brunch. I hope you don’t mind staying that way for a little while longer. Don’t worry, Dustin, I’ve got your house keys. Oh…and I’m borrowing your car. See you in a bit.”

Dustin and Jeff protested in unison as they watched Pablo walk out the front door. As they heard Dustin’s car pull off, they both lie on their sides in complete frustration. Jeff was convinced his friendship with Pablo was over. Dustin, though, began imagining his revenge, and he was more than confident that Jeff would want to be a part of it.

 

THE END

 

 

 

 

Model: Chad

Model: Uriah

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:05/11/2011

Tags: double, shirtless, story, bare foot, tape gag, back to back

Folly

37 photos; 5:12 video

Model: Taylor

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:11/15/2009

Tags: bare foot, jock strap, shirtless, spread eagle, tape gag

Session 2: Bent Over

25 photos; 4:08 video

Model: Brian
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/23/2025

Tags: otter, plug gag, spanking, butt, jock strap, grope, chair tie, dominated, socks

No One Will Help You

25 photos; 5:53 video

Model: Adrien Fowler

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/01/2025

Tags: twink, chair tie, gagging, hand gag, cleave gag, tape gag, socks, bad guy, grope

Working on the Ropes

25 photos; 5:16 video

Model: Holden Cox
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/05/2025

Tags: twink, cleave gag, bare foot, bad guy, grope

Gag On This by LAshyGuy

24 photos; 5:17 video

Three days ago, Dante had been subjected to one of the most frightening experiences of his life. While visiting his old stomping grounds in Peoria, his overly possessive ex-boyfriend, Logan, had snagged him outside a coffee shop and left him bound and gagged inside a warehouse for hours. Thankfully, Dante was able to make his way to a window and get the attention of a couple of construction workers, Dante was freed. However, when the construction workers started calling the cops, Dante implored them to stop. As much as he despised Logan for his actions, he didn’t have the heart to send his ex-boyfriend to jail. So, Dante crafted a quick story, explaining he lost a bet with his friend and needed to find a way to escape. He even thanked the two men and tossed them twenty bucks for their help.

Since that day, Dante hadn’t heard a word from Logan: no phones call, no surprise visits, no strange vans pulling up near him. Considering what happened, Dante assumed Logan would be avoiding him at all cost in fear of Dante reporting him to the authorities. So, Dante went about visiting old friends and family, returning to the vacation he planned originally.

It was a warm afternoon, and Dante and some of his old buddies decided to head to the park and play soccer for a bit. Dante was always a soccer fan and had played the game since he was a kid, so he was always up for a round. His friends played shirts and skins, and Dante always managed to find himself on the skins team, mostly because one of his friends, Greg, loved seeing Dante with his shirt off. Dante didn’t mind; a little ogling in his direction was a nice boost to his self-confidence.

After the game was over, Dante and his friends decided to head home, shower and hit a local bar. Dante got to his car and instinctively reached out and pulled the door handle. Dante got inside the car and tossed his shirt onto the passenger seat. He looked at the ignition, and it was then that it suddenly dawned on him…he hadn’t used his keys to unlock the door. Dante never left his car unlocked, and before he could reach into his pocket for his keys, a smelly rag was placed over his mouth.

“MMMMPPPHHHH!” Dante screamed as he looked in the rearview mirror and saw Logan’s creepy grin staring back at him.

“Hi, honey,” Logan said, “You left without saying goodbye last time, and that was very rude.”

As Dante began to lose consciousness, he mentally kicked himself for not reporting Logan to the authorities. Logan’s mental issues were clearly far more severe than Dante had thought.

And then all went black.

 

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As Dante slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was his head pounding like a jackhammer on overdrive. The room slowly swirled into view, and Dante’s heart immediately sank. He was back at the warehouse, in the room he had escaped from three days earlier. Not a good sign.

Dante found himself bound hand and foot to a chair. He was surprised to discover he had not been gagged, which was fortuitous because there was no way he’d be able to walk or hop to the window now, so all he had to do was scream and hopefully be heard by someone…anyone.

“Hi, XXXX-head,” a voice echoed from behind Dante. Dante thought he was alone, but he should’ve known better than that. As a hand reached around his mouth and covered it, Dante looked up, his hat falling off his head, and looked into Logan’s eyes.

“Mmmpppphhh,” Dante pleaded.

“You know, I was really hurt the other night when I came back with dinner and saw you were gone. What kind of boyfriend just leaves without saying anything? I swear, if I wasn’t so sure how much you loved me, I’d think you were trying to run away from me,” Logan said.

Dante tried speaking, but Logan had his hand firmly clamped over his mouth, so anything he said was completely inaudible. Logan picked up Dante’s hat and put it back on his head, brushing back Dante’s long, thin hair so Logan and look at his face.

“You know, I dunno why you let your hair grow so much…and that beard. What has Los Angeles done to you?” Logan questioned as he ran his hand down the side of Dante’s face.

Logan leaned the chair back and Dante struggled, resting the chair on his chest. Logan continued running his hands down Dante’s bare chest. Dante lay still; a wrong movement could send the chair sliding to the floor, and with his hands tied behind him, he would risk injuring himself.

At last, Logan rested the chair upright and removed his hand from Dante’s mouth.

“Logan, please, you need help,” Dante managed to say before a knotted rag was stuffed into his mouth and tied tightly around his head.

“You’re right, I do need help,” Logan said as he reached into his pocket and revealed a roll of white athletic tape. “I need you to understand just how much I love you.” Logan wrapped the tape around Dante’s head, securing the cleave gag in place even more. Logan pulled a pair of scissors out of his pocket and cut the end of the tape.

“Now, all I want is for us to have a nice, quiet dinner together…like we used to. Is that too much to ask?”

Dante looked into the creepy eyes of his ex-boyfriend. He was in serious trouble now, and he knew it.

“Is that too much to ask,” Logan repeated, waiting for a response.

Dante realized if he had any chance of getting out of this, he needed to play along for the moment. Dante shook his head.

“Good. Now, I’m going to go out and get us some dinner. I’m gonna pick up your favorite from Le Grande Cuisine. Remember? Where you took me on our first date. I’ll be back in a couple hours. Will you wait for me?”

Dante nodded in compliance.

“God, I love you,” Logan said as he leaned in. Logan placed his hand on Dante’s chest, feeling his racing heart, and then proceeded to kiss Dante on his taped mouth. Without a word, Logan slowly backed up and out of the room, never taking his eyes off Dante, until the door the closed and locked.

Panic set in as Dante frantically started struggling. He had two hours at best to escape, and this time, he was going straight to the authorities to report Logan. Logan needed serious mental help, and as much as Dante didn’t want to see him put away, he knew it was best for him.

Dante twisted and turned his wrists with all his might, but it was no good. The knots were secure. He could’ve shifted the chair over to the window, but the window was too high for him to look out from a seated position. His feet were tied loosely and separately to the chair legs, but not loose enough for Dante to slide one free.

As the minutes passed by, Dante worked himself into a sweat, flexing and pulling every muscle he had to near exhaustion. Every so often, a random sound would echo in the warehouse, and Dante would do his best to scream in hopes of getting someone’s attention.

“MMMMPPPHHHH! MMMMPPPHHHH!” But nobody answered.

As his long hair began sticking to the sides of his face, Dante started losing hope. He wasn’t going to get out of this. Logan was going to come back…and what would happen after dinner? Dante shuddered as different scenarios ran through his head.

As the sweat ran down his back, a single, desperate idea came to Dante. He pressed his wrists against his back and started to thrash about as much as he could. His perspiration increased, and beads of sweat began running down his back even more. The sweat made its way to Dante’s hands, dampening the rope and skin on his wrists. After several minutes, Dante felt a little slack. His left wrist was coming loose. Dante continued, slowly rubbing his wrist up and down the ropes securing it, feeling it gradually loosen with every pull.

After what felt like hours, Dante’s wrist slipped free of the ropes. A shot of adrenaline rushed through Dante’s body as he rushed to untie himself from the chair. As he loosened the ropes, Dante kept wondering how long it had taken him to get out. Thirty minutes? An hour? Two hours? Logan could be back any minute, so every second counted.

At last, Dante was free. He ran over to the door. Locked. However, Dante remembered how the construction workers broke the door down three days ago. Surely it was still looked enough to pull open.

Dante yanked on the door several times with all his might. The door broke open, sending Dante flying back into the room. Dante fell to the floor, hitting his head. The pounding was even worse now, but he didn’t care.

Dante rushed out of the room into the dark hallway, on his way to freedom.

 

 

 THE END?

 

Model: Dante

Model: Logan

Photography : Caitiff

Date of Production: 12/13/2014


TAgs: twink, bad guy, chair tie, socks, shirtless, grope, dominated, hand gag, gagging, tape gag

Consider Our Offer

22 photos; 5:04 video

When "Bad People" offered to buy Rex's business, Rex flat out refused.

 

So they gave Rex some more time to think it over.

 

Model:  Rex  

Photographer: Caitiff  

Date Of Production: 10/20/2014

Tags: OTM gag, chair tie, bear

Too Trusting by Latoo

26 photos

 Struggling against his tight ropes, Peter thought, “How the hell did I get into this mess.”

His hands, elbows, legs, and toes were tied very securely with no hope of escape.

“God damn it” Peter screamed into his plug gag. He should never trusted that “salesman”.

This all started around 5pm; Peter was laying down on his couch after a hard day of work. He was in his favorite casual clothing: an orange wifebeater and a pair of jeans. He was about to drift off to XXXX when he heard a XXXX on the door.

“WHAT?!” , Peter yelled at the door. “Who is it?”

No one responded so Peter didn’t get up and closed his eyes. A few seconds later, there was another XXXX on the door, but this time there was a voice “Is anyone there?”

Peter got up and opened the door. There was a guy about 20 to 25 wearing a black suit and black pants holding a briefcase.

“Good evening sir”, the mysterious man said. “Can I have a moment of your time?”

“What is it?” Peter sounded pissed and was about to slam the door.

“Can I come in for a minute my good sir? I want to sell you this great cleaning product that will save you hours of cleaning time”, the salesman sounded pleasant.

Wanting to end this quickly Peter decided to let this guy in, let him do his pitch, and then kick him out. Peter motioned the salesman to come in and he followed Peter into the house.

“Nice place you got”, the salesman smirked.

“Uh thanks”, Peter responded. “So, what’s this thing you are selling now?”

Suddenly Peter heard a click and felt a sharp pressure on his back. “What the hell is this?!” he yelled.

“What do you think this is dumbass?” the salesman smiled. “I’m going to rob you.”

“Not if I have anything to do with it!” Peter turned around.

“Sigh” the salesman dropped his head. “You muscle-bound lunk heads are all the same. No brains.”

The salesman lifted up the concealed item right between Peter’s eyes. “Now, can you guess what will happen next? I suggest you think VERY carefully about your next move.”

Peter’s face contorted with suppressed rage, but he just lifted up his arms and put his hands in the air.

“You are not as stupid as I thought. As long as you do what I say, this will be a very quick and simple robbery”, the salesman motioned Peter to the couch.

Peter put down his arms and sat on the couch. He rolled his eyes and asked, “Now what?”

“Now all I want you to do is put your hands behind your back. Simple even for you” the salesman pulled out some white rope from his briefcase.

“Call me Sal by the way” the salesman said while tying Peter’s hands. Sal was no novice when it came to tying someone up; his knots were very tight. He even had the presence of mind to tie Peter’s upper body too so in case Peter’s hands were free, he was still tied up.

After a minute, Sal stood up and looked at the tied up Peter. He tried to move his hands, but could not.

“Tight enough for ya?” Sal chuckled.

“Shut up” Peter grunted.

“Well” Sal looked insulted. “Don’t we have an attitude today?”

Sal looked through his briefcase and grabbed a plug gag. “Now, open wide”, Sal held the gag over Peter.

“No!” Peter refused and clamped his mouth shut.

“Ok so it has to be this way huh?” Sal sighed. “Ok fine.”

Sal went over to Peter and pinched his neck. Peter let out a loud yelp which gave enough time for Sal to shove the gag in and tie it behind Peter’s head.

“MMMM!” Peter shook his head in protest.

“Shut up.” Sal smacked the back of Peter. “Now all I have are the legs. Can’t have you kicking me now can we?”

Peter hearing that tried to kick Sal with his strong powerful legs, but Sal managed to grab both of them and hold them together in his left arms.

“Ugh” Sal kept restraining Peter’s thrusting kicks. “Why do you ALWAYS have to fight back.”

Sal got the white rope on the floor and managed to get the rope around Peter’s ankles.

“This isn’t going to be enough for you” Sal pushed Peter’s knees together. “I have to cover all of my bases.”

Sal literally went through the rope as if it was on fire. He was sparing no expense to rope in the fact that he just kept wrapping and tying Peter’s knees, ankles, and feet. He even tied Peter’s big toes together.

“Ok”, Sal panted. “You are FINALLY tied up. Be a good boy and stay here while I look around this dump of a house.”

Sal left the room which left Peter all alone on his small couch. He tried to break the ropes by pushing against them, but it was no use. Again and again he tried to escape, but the ropes were too tight. No matter how many times he tried to pull, push, or break the ropes, it was completely pointless. Finally Peter thought he could escape so he managed to prop himself up and get to his feet. He thought if you could just reach the door, he would be in the clear so he started to hop towards the door. Just as he was about leave the room and hopped right smack into Sal and fell.

“There’s nothing here worth stealing AND you were trying to escape?” Sal angrily said.

Peter just stared up at Sal as Sal was just standing there thinking.

“OK, new plan” Sal started to pick up Peter. Peter tried to scoot away, but Sal picked him up and threw him over Sal’s shoulder. “I might as well take you and maybe get a random out of it or something.”

Sal carried Peter out the front door and threw him into the trunk of his car. “I just hope you got some rich uncle who will pay me to get you back”, Sal snickered. “Enjoy the ride.”

Sal slammed the trunk door shut and drove off into the distance with his way too trusting muscle-bound lunk head.

The End

 

Peter played by Darien

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production : 02/04/2009


Tags: twink, barefoot, plug gag, story

The Goalie by Caitiff

34 photos; 4:39 video

Peter was sure if it was all worth it. Sure he had wanted to get on the Hornets since he first heard of the team. They were the best team in the regional amateur competitive league. But he had had no idea of the weird shit they did when not on the field.

OF course, the time to think about this was not when Peter was already tied up on the futon of one of the players, his hands bound securely behind his back.

“Uhhh, so how long do I need to be like this?”, Peter asked timidly.

“Why is the newbie talking?”, the team captain asked,”Take that dirty sock and gag him with it.”

“Now wait a minute! I didn’t agree to be gag.. Mmmph!”, the sock tied into Peter’s mouth was sweaty and filthy. To make matters worse, duct tape was plastered over Peter’s mouth, sealing the sock in his mouth.

To make matter’s worse, Peter had forgotten t wear underwear and the soft satin of his shorts was rubbing against his cock. His large member was beginning to poke out.

“Hey look at that!”, one of the team said, pointing at Peter’s huge third leg. Unable to defend himself or stop them in any way, Peter had his dick pulled out all the way from his shorts. This man handling only made Peter even stiffer. His face burned red with embarrassment.

“Hey tie his feet. We should begin the real fun.”, another member of the team said and Peter’s ankle’s were lashed together. By now Peter was rolling and turning in his bondage, his dick flopping about.

Peter’s nervousness increased. What did they mean by “the real fun”?

Peter began to get an idea when his shorts were pulled down, exposing his ass. Each member of the Hornets then lined up, taking turns to spank his ass raw. Peter’s ass was soon red as an apple. and they didn’t stop there. They squeezed and fondled and played with Peter’s ass. They all seemed to do everything they could to Peter’s behind but fuck him directly. And as before, tied up and gagged, Peter could neither defend himself nor protest. Of course, al of this rubbing and abuse only made Peter’s peter even harder. Even if he could protest, his dick betrayed him.

Finally after the last man had his chance at Peter’s ass, the team Captain said, “Ok, we need ot confer. Make sure newbie doesn't’ go anywhere!”

Go anywhere? he was tied up hand and foot, gagged with his ass and hard dick hanging out. Where exactly ddi they think Peter was going to go? Did they think he would hop down the street bound and gagged and practically naked.

Oh God, Peter thought. what if they did make him bunny hop down the street while tied up and erect? Just how much embarrassment was Peter willing to put up with to be on this team? Did he even have a choice anymore?

Peter was hog tied, his hands were not now not just secured behind his back but to his feet. Then the Hornets left to another room to talk, leaving their captive alone to ponder his fate.

Peter had no idea how long he stayed like that, hog tied on the futon. Every time he moved he rubbed his dick against the sheet, making him even harder. He could move just enough to get hard but not enough to get off. The suspense was bad enough. But Peter realized that if this continued he would agree to do anything the Hornet team wanted if they would only let him get off.

When the Hornet’s came back in, Peter wasn't’ sure he was relieved or scared shitless. Peter’s heart raced as the Team Captain stood over Peter’s prostrate form.

“Well we’ve talked it over. There’s good news and bad news. The good news is we have decided ot let you on the team on a probationary level. The bad news is, part of the probation is that you stay tied up until the game tomorrow.”

“Mmmmmm!”, Peter gave out along moan. The frustration was only going to get worse. Or was it.

“Oh and we are going to take turns baby-sitting you so you can get to know your team mates better individually. I advise you make sure you keep them all happy.. if you know what I mean.”

Peter’s still hard dick was all the assurance the team Captain needed that Peter would have no problem with this.

The End

 

Peter played by Patrick

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 12/16/2007

tags: tape gag, shirtless, twink, exposed, socks, hog tie, story, athlete

Bad Puppi

27 photos; 4:58 video

Puppies Need to be Trained

 

Model: Derek 

Photographer: Caitiff 

Date Of Production: 10/22/2014

Tags: nude, nudity, plug gag, hog tie, bare foot

Fancy Stockings

9 photos; 6:34 video

Model: Amaro

Photography by Marco Grieco

See More of Amaro Here.

Date of Production: 05/27/2024

Tags: strip, exposed, socks, muscle, ball gag

New Guy Hog Tied

20 photos; 4:18 video

Meet Liam Starr

Model: Liam Starr

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/11/2025

Tags: hog tie, sneakers, twink, cleave gag

Left on the Floor

19 photos; 3:44 video

Model: JD
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/15/2025

Tags: cleave gag, socks, hog tie, office 

XXXX Head

22 photos; 7:43 video

XXXXer played by Jon Storm

Intruder played by Dean

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/15/2018

Tags: tape gag shirtless, tattoos, bad guy socks, tying, exposed

Big Man

31 photos; 5:36 video

Model: Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 06/11/2013

Tags: cleave gag, cloth gag, muscle, socks, suit, shirtless, exposed

Bondage Royale by Caitiff

21 photos; 3:47 video

 

 James was in a bit of a bind. It had seemed a good plan. Play the part of a playboy and go t o Rio to find out who was behind a secret network of secret technology smugglers. All a typical day for the best secret agent that Canada’s Secret Service had to offer.

So why was James now trussed up expertly with rope in the dingy basement of the Casino he was ot meet his first contact? Somehow his cover had been blown before he even had much of a chance to use it.

“Look, I am sure there’s been some kind of misunderstanding. If you allow to talk to my people...”, James captors were no mood as a rough looking man, part of the Cuban military from the looks of him, slapped James across the face before he could finish his sentence.

 “We know who you are, Mr. James Bind. You are only alive for now because it suits us.”, the nasty looking Cuban sneered and then turned to his comrades, “Shut him up.”

James couldn’t even protest as tape was slapped over his mouth and wrapped tightly around his head. Soon James as gagged as tightly as he was bound up. He was then shoved roughly into a rickety chair.

James was now their prisoner but he wasn't’ totally helpless. Unknown to his captors, his sun glasses held a micro recorder. At least when he managed to get out of this he could go back and analyse everything that had happened here.

 One of the thugs grabbed some more rope and roughly jerked James foot back. Then using the rope he bound it to the chair. The thug seemed to take delight in forcing James leg to bend backwards until it hurt and feeling up every part of his bound body.

James grunted for effect as he was man handled. But in actuality he was trying to focus his glasses in the direction of the ring leader as he talked on the phone. While he couldn't’ make out what the man was saying, James knew that the audio his micro recorder was picking up could be amplified and translated.

James grimaced as his other leg was bent backwards at an angle it was never intended to go. These men were =sadistic and James had no intention of being their prisoner any longer then he had to. He hadn’t planned on being captured so quickly. But he was certain his training as an escape artist would get him out of this. He only needed an opening.

 He soon had it. The ring leader and his men, confident that their prisoner was properly restrained and silenced, left the room. James immediately went to work on his bonds. His captors were good, that was for sure. The knots were all placed well away from where his hands could reach. And the bindings were tight, designed to get even tighter if he struggled too much. Any obvious means of getting loose had been accounted for. A lesser man would have been helpless. Undoubtedly these goons had had lots of practice tying up lots of such men. But James wasn't’ so easily deterred. He found just a bit of slack. It was tiny but if he could turn his wrists just a bit and twist his chest, he could increase the slack enough to get free.

James immediately ceased his struggles when he heard the ring leader come back in. The Cuban stared at James and then took his glasses.

 “Mi Amigo likes your glasses, senor.”, and then the Cuban left.

That was too odd, James thought. They didn't’ know about his secret micro recorder, did they? James’ heart began to race. better ot get free and deal with this later. James had the un nerving feeling that his cover had been blown so fast because there was a double agent in the agency!

James continued his struggles. It took several moments and James knew that at any moment he could be discovered. If so, his one chance at freedom would have been gone.

 Suddenly his right hand came free from the rope! Now al he ha dot do was loosen a few knots

Unfortunately at that very moment the Cuban came back in. Before James had any chance ot defend himself, the Cuban latched hs arm around his prisoner’s neck and squeezed. James felt himself blacking out.

To Be Continued

Mr. James Bind played by Brant

The Cuban played by Evil Joe

Rope work by Evil Joe

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 01/23/2008

Tags: suit, tape gag, bad guy, chair tie, story

Casual Friday

31 photos; 6:58 video

Friday at the office was a little less "casual" then Dean originally thought it would be. His office has a very tight dress code.

 

The Victim played by Dean

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production:08/07/2012

Tags: exposed, business, bear, tape gag, socks, strip, bad guy, grope

An Apple a Day

26 photos; 4:24 video

Model: The Danny

Bad Guy: The Dalton

Photography by The Caitiff ;-)

Date of Production: 03/08/2025

Tags: nude, nudity, muscle, hog tie, ball gag, blind fold, bare foot, bad guy, grope, dominated

Adam Hog Tie

23 photos; 4:24 video

Model: Adam

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/08/2025

Tags: tape gag, sneakers, hog tie, twink

Bondage Shananigans

18 photos; 2:30 video

Bound Guy played by Happy

Bad Guy played by Dalton

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/02/2025

Tags: hand gag, tape gag, bad guy, hog tie

Stay Awhile

22 photos; 10:43 video

Renter played by Jon Storm

Evil Landlord played by Dean

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 11/15/2018

Tags: bad guy, plot, strip, underwear, tying, gagging, cleave gag, socks, tattoos

School Big Mouth

20 photos; 7:02 video

Model: Bari Jacobi

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/22/2018

Tags: bad guy, cleave gag, tape gag, blindfold, gagging,