The Telephone Repairman by Kirk

20 photos; 4:19 video

In the Buff

28 photos; 4:34 video

Model: Ryan Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 08/13/2007

Sock Gagged

20 photos; 6:10 video

Model: Remy
Photography By Caitiff Date of Production: 03/21/2018

Happy Bear

25 photos; 4:33 video

Happy Bear played by Dean Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 01/06/2018

All Taped Up

30 photos; 5:30 video

Model: Derek
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 10/25/2017

Held Against His Will

25 photos; 3:55 video

Model : Wolfric
Photography By Caitiff

Date of Production: 01/26/2013

Sleeping Sal by Justine

31 photos

     Sal Romano thought he was the "Hottest Straight Stud" in Black shoe leather. Point of face he was but his attitude needed an adjustment fast.  He strutted down the street in his black suit, black shirt and tie, black highly shined point loafers, his black, sheer nylon, thick and thin socks flashing as he walked.  He seemed always to be in a major hurry.
     He started to date my sister, I told her she was making a "Big Mistake". She did not listen to one word I said.  After three weeks he dumped her.  She came to me asking for "revenge"  I nodded YES.  Sis had Sal's extra set of apt. keys. I asked for them. Silently, she placed them into my palm.
     The Bar closed at two AM. I waited, hidden behind a truck for Sal to leave the "4 Aces". I followed him back to his apt careful not to be observed.  After he went in I waited another hour, sure that sleep and the booze would have sent him to "dreamland" or "Nightmareland" which is actually where he would arrive.
     I crept into the apt. Sal was asleep lying clad only in his Black Tight Boxers, designer made.  His hand behind his head he looked as sexy as hell.  There was a slight "tenting" in those black boxers.  He tuned on to his flat stomach, that perfect ass staring up at me. I got my black cord out of my gym bag and bound his hands behind him.  Still he slept, breathing deeply.      Stretched out, I tied his ankles together, making the cord as tight as I could.  I had forgotten my ski mask which I place on my head.  Lucky for me Sal still slept.  I pulled out my Black Bandana, twisted it together and was about to gag Sal, when he awoke.  "Hey, motherfucker, what is going on stop, STOP, MMMPPPPPHHHHHHHFFFUUUUCCKKKKK"  was all he managed to utter before the Gag was stuffed into he sexy mouth.  I could imagine my Dick in that mouth with my Gun pointed at Sal's head forcing this straight Stud to "suck me Off".   He struggled and squirmed and shook the bed.  I slapped he with the back of my hand accross his face. That "calmed his down a bit. 
     I took my black cord and criss-crossed his body . I  then "Hog Tied" him, Sal's size 12 feet shaking in the air. I smacked his ass ten times hard to "calm him" again this worked.
I placed my hand over his mouth, and holding his arm whispered in his ear. "Ever have sex with a dude, Sal, I know you can't answer just now but I'm going get you a seuxal education"  "One you'll thank me for in the future" I grabbed in Nips. and pinched the tips , starting softly, then squeezing and then pinching with all my might. "AAAARRRGGGHHHHHNNOOOOO" he yelled through his gag.  ahahahahaa. I responded.       "Well what do we have here" I chimed. Is the great stud Sal sporting a hard dick." Sal had indeed gotten hard hard-on.  I took my camera and started snapping a few picture's for the Patrons at the Bar and the dudes at the Firehouse where Sal worked.  I lowered his black tight boxers,  and took out my hard dick and pissed on Sal, as I pissed, I proceeded to wank him off,  I wanted him ound with his cum and my urine covering his crotch . Sal arched his back and shot his load. 5 spirts of hot cum. I then tossed myself off onto his face. His eyes shut tightly he could feel my cum on his hair and eyelids. 
      I then went to his bathroom found shaving cream and a used razor, I spread the cream all over his body. I then slowly shaved his feet, then legs then crotch , turned him over then shaved his ass crack, then his pits, the his face hair on that square chin,  finally with Sal Moaning through his gag I shave his head.  First with an electric clipper then with thae dull ranzor. I wanted this to hurt. It did. Humiliated and defeated Sal lay there Hog tied and shaved . Completely devoid of body hair.  I photographed him in many angles. I told him that if he went to the Cops or told any of his mates these photo's would be plastered everywhere. He was sobbing greatly tears running down his face onto the pillow. I smiled. My sister would be pleased.  
     As I gathered my stuff  to leave, I took a suitcase from Sal's closet and scooped up his shoes and black suit and sheer thick and thin black socks and garters, shirt and tie he had dumped on the floor, we wore the same size and I considered this my "DOORPRIZE"  Laughing I left his apt. In the morning I would call the firehouse and tell them to "recuse Sal"

Put a Sock In It by Nick007

27 photos; 5:25 video

Benched

25 photos

Model: Andre Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 06/22/2004

Carried

27 photos; 4:19 video

Bound Guy played by Dante
Bad Guy played by Jon Storm Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/18/2018

Come Quietly

20 photos; 4:15 video

Model: David Photography by Caitiff Date of Photography 03/07/2018

Guy Next Door

24 photos; 4:25 video

Guy Next Door played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 01/06/2018

The Catcher

32 photos; 4:23 video

Model: Charlie
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 08/10/2009

Just Like Old Times by Fidelis

27 photos; 1:54 video

"GMMWHOOMARU? GGMMUMWANT? MMWHEREMUTAKINGME?"
"All in good time, Billy. All in good time."
William felt his blood run cold. That voice – he knew that voice! And…Billy – no one had called him Billy since he was a kid. No one except for….William’s blood ran cold. No, it couldn’t be possible! Not after all of these years! William pulled at the ropes that were biting into his wrists. Oh God, he should have known. That voice combined with the ropes and the gags – it had to be! William felt faint. He started begging through the gag.
"PLLEEETHPLEETHLEMMEGO! GMMIWONTMTELL!"
"Ha ha ha, you haven’t changed one little bit, have you, Billy? Leaving town after going to that fancy college hasn’t had any effect on you, has it? You’re still a big wuss. I guess it doesn’t matter how much money you make, once a wuss, always a wuss."
William winced as the blindfold was removed and the bright light hit his eyes. He looked up. He had been right. His captor was his old nemesis Pete Malone – the guy who had made his high school and college vacations a nightmare. William and Pete’s parents had been best friends, and they insisted that the two spend at least a week or two together every summer at the adjoining cottages that the two families owned. William thought with horror of the torments that Pete had inflicted on him. It had taken him years to recover from the psychological damage that Pete had caused. He still had dreams about what Pete had done to him – dreams that left him physically drained and drenched in sweat. As he tested the knots that had held his hands firmly behind him, he found out that Pete hadn’t lost any of his skill with rope. He prayed that this was just some kind of sick joke, and that Pete would let him go soon.
"CMOMTHMPETE. SJOKEMSAJOKE. GGMMLEEMEGO. HHUH?"
"Let you go, Billy? Now is that the way to talk to your old friend, Pete? Why don’t you say that you’re glad to see me, and that you’ve missed me? Why, when my Mom told me that you were coming up here to clean out the old summer place, I dropped everything and rushed right over. I thought that we could relive some of the good times that we used to have together."
"MMMMMNOOOOOOO!!! OHMGODNNNOOOO! GGGMMHEEEELPP! PLEEETHGGSOMEONEMMHEEELLLPPPMEEEE!"
"Sheesh, you’re hurting my feelings, Billy boy. That isn’t very nice of you, not very nice at all. And don’t bother screaming for help, no one can hear you. But…as usual, that yap of yours is still irritating. I guess that you need a better gag."
"GGGMNOOO! MMMMMPHHHH!"
"There, that’s much better. I always though that you were much sexier when I couldn’t hear what you were saying. Moans are much better. Now, let’s get started."
William moaned and begged through his gag as Pete tied his knees and ankles. Pete paid no heed to William’s stifled pleas’ for mercy. He just laughed as he pulled the ropes as tightly as he could. "How does that feel, pal? Tight enough for you? I know that you always liked the ropes nice and snug.
"GGGRMMMPHH! MMMFFFFF!"
"Good, I’m happy if you’re happy. Now, why don’t you do a little dance for me, Billy?"
"MMMNNOOOPMH! MMPTHPLTH!"
"Come on, Billy, dance for your old friend Pete. You know what will happen if you don’t dance for me, don’t you?"
William whimpered as he watched Pete unbuckle his thick leather belt. He knew that if he didn’t do what Pete wanted, his tender luscious butt would feel that the sting of that belt. He tottered to his feet and started hopping around.
"Oh, that’s good, Billy, but how about going a little faster. Jump just a bit higher!"
As the belt slammed into the floor near his feet, William did his best to comply. He was sweating in his suit and tie, and breathing heavily. He didn’t think that he could do much more of this before he fell over. It was hard for him to keep his balance with his feet and legs tied together.
"That was excellent, Billy. I’m glad to see that you haven’t forgotten any of your old tricks. But you look really hot, Billy. I guess you never had a suit on when you danced for me before. I’ll have to make you more comfortable."
William shrieked into his gag as Pete started to loosen his tie. Oh God, oh God, oh God. After William had collapsed on the floor, exhausted from his forced prancing, Pete had pounced on him. He had untied William’s hands, but before William could muster the strength to fight back, Pete had tied them again, this time in front of him. William had been unable to stop Pete from tying his hands over his head, attaching the rope to an exposed beam. Now he hung by his hands, helpless and exposed.
"Mmmm, nice chest that you’ve developed, Billy. You’re not quite so scrawny as you were. Let me open this shirt a bit more. Are you nipples still as sensitive as they were? Yep, I can see that they are. They’re nice and plump and erect, just they way I like them. I could always do that to you, couldn’t I, Billy?"
William cursed Pete through his gag. Damn the bastard and his nimble fingers and tongue. William looked down at his undone belt. Fuck, Pete was really going to go through with this.
"Now that we’ve got that shirt out of the way, why don’t we do the same thing with these darned pants. Hey, I can see that you’ve changed your taste in underwear. I kind of miss those baggy plaid boxers that you used to wear. But it doesn’t really matter, because…you’re not going to be needing any underwear, not as long as I’m around."
"GGMNNNOOONNNOOONNOOOOO! MMMGNNOOOOO!"
"Aww, come on, Billy. You know that you love it – you know that you’ve missed me all of these years. I bet no one else has done this to you since the last time you saw me. "
William sobbed as he felt Pete’s hot breath on the back of his neck and felt Pete’s big firm hands moving all over his helpless body, caressing and fondling him. He cursed his traitorous cock as it sprang to life.
"There, that’s much better. Look Billy, I brought your old favourite with me. You haven’t forgotten the greased glove, have you?"
"MMMMNNOOOOOOOOO! MMMNOOOOO!"
William bucked frantically in his bondage as Pete stepped in front of him, a big grin on his face and the infamous greased glove on his hand. How could he forget the hours of exquisite torment that Pete had inflicted on him? How he could forget night after sleepless night as Pete milked him dry repeatedly?
"Shouldn’t that be MOO not NOO, Billy? Oh yeah, this is going to be just like old times."

Traffic Report by Fidelis

20 photos

 Grant sat on the trunk in a daze. He felt like a sack of shit. He was trying to remember how he had got into the cellar. Had he fainted? He had been working on the chopper out on the tarmac, in blazing 110-degree heat, and had been feeling queasy from the heat, but…no, he was sure that he hadn’t fainted. Oh bugger, his head hurt. If only those hammers pounding away in his skull would stop for a minute, he would be able to think clearly. Shit, this place was going around in circles. He closed his eyes, and leaned back. Yeah, that was better. The anvil-bashing demons in his head were taking a rest, and he didn’t feel like he was on a merry-go-round. He tried to concentrate – he sure wasn’t going anywhere for a while, feeling the way that he did, and he wanted to know how he had got from the tarmac to this dingy little cellar. Pictures started forming in his mind. He had just about finished the maintenance check for Mike. He had looked at his watch and seen that it was just about time for Mike to arrive and begin the flight for the traffic report. So far, so good. Wait. Now he remembered! Out of the corner of his eye he had seen a guy creeping up on him! He had turned to yell at him, and then something had hit him in the back of the skull, and everything had gone black.
He attempted to jump to his feet, and sank back with a groan. He knew he had to get out of here and find Mike, but he felt so cruddy, he had to rest for another minute. He still didn’t know where he was; though the door looked familiar. There was a flight of stairs in the hangar, leading down to a padlocked door, made of similar wood. He staggered to his feet once more, and this time he managed to stay upright. He began to make his way towards the door, wincing at the pain in his head. Before he had gone more than a few feet, the door burst open, and two men brandishing pistols blocked his way.
 "Going somewhere, big boy? I don’t think so. Your head must still be sore; we think that you need a good long rest."
"Get out of my way you fuckers, I…." Ummmmphhh. Despite his size, the two men had no difficulty overpowering Grant. They didn’t need to use their guns – a couple of punches to the stomach and a knock to the side of the head, and Grant was face down on the ground in no time. One of the thugs sat on Grant, pulling his hands behind him. Before he could gather strength to resist, his hands had been efficiently taped together. "What the fuck are you…MMMMMPHHHHH." Grant choked as an oily rag was stuffed deep into his mouth, secured with more tape wrapped around his head. He thought that he was going to puke. All this getting knocked around, plus the vile taste of the disgusting rag in his mouth was making his stomach heave. Despite his weakness and nausea, he continued to struggle against the two men, dislodging the one that was sitting on his back.
 "Jeez, but he’s a big bugger, isn’t he? Come on, help get more tape around him before he hurts somebody." They pulled Grant to his feet, and managed to wrap more tape around his chest, binding his upper arms to his body. The two thugs dragged Grant over to the old trunk that he had been sitting on, and throwing him down on his side, taped his wrists to his body.
"Whew, that was hard work. This guy must have a skull like rock. I didn’t think that …OWWW!!! You bastard! You’re gonna regret that. Get his fucking legs!" Grant had lashed out with his booted feet, and managed to land a blow on the shins of one of the men. In short order, they taped his legs up, below and above the knee. "There that should hold him for a while." Grant screamed through his gag, cursing the two thugs. "Don’t you worry, big boy. You just sit tight for a while, and eventually someone will find you. Once KJZB notices that they aren’t getting any traffic reports from the air, someone should come looking out here. Of course, we’ll be long gone by then. Your pretty boy pilot is going to being dropping us off a long, long way from here." "MMMPHMIIKE!" "Ah, ain’t that sweet. He’s all concerned about the blond. He’s almost as comfortable as you at the moment, all trussed up and gagged, waiting for us. We’ll have to untie him to fly us out, but not for a while. Our cargo has been delayed in the traffic. Ha ha ha."
 Grant struggled in impotent fury once the two men had left. He had to get free and save Mike. Who knew what those goons would do to Mike once he had flown them to wherever they were going? He twisted and struggled against the tape that surrounded his body, but it was surprisingly strong, and held firm. He needed something that could cut through the tape. There was nothing down here; he would have to somehow make his way up to the hangar. After a couple of unsuccessful efforts, Grant managed to heave himself to his feet. He began the slow journey towards the door. Every little hop that he took jarred him, intensifying the pain in his head. His whole body ached from the beating that he had taken. He had only taken a few hops when the door swung open.
 "Where do you think you’re going, big boy? Planning a little trip? I don’t think so. Back up."
Grant was forced to hop backwards, as a gun was pushed into his chest. The thug laughed when the backs of Grant’s legs met the trunks, and he sat down with a crash.
"MMMPHH. GGGMMWHATMMDOING. MMNOO!" Mike tried to squirm away as the guy started unlacing his boots. He quieted down once the barrel of the gun was shoved into his groin. "That’s better, big boy. You keep quiet, and no one gets hurt. I haven’t killed anyone yet, and I don’t intend on starting now. Not unless I’m forced to. There’s, that better. Phew, your feet smell, did anyone ever tell you that?"
 "GGMMFUCKMMDOING?" Grant couldn’t understand why this guy was stripping him of his boots and socks. "GMMNNNOOOO. MMSTTOPPP." Grant couldn’t help giggling as the criminal ran his fingers along the sole of his foot.
"You want to know what I’m doing? I’ m taking your boots off, so even if you do manage to free yourself before help arrives, you won’t be going anywhere. These tender tootsies of yours will fry like eggs if you try to go outside and walk on that hot black tarmac. Yep, I figure that you’ll get second degree burns if you try to get help. Because, big buy, I’m not stupid. There aren’t any phones left functioning upstairs, and if you hadn’t noticed, your cell phone isn’t in the pocket of that jump suit of yours. You’re stuck here, all by yourself. And don’t worry about the blond stud – he’ll be OK. Eventually." Giving Grant a pat on the cheek, the thug left.
 As soon as he was alone, Grant renewed his efforts to escape. Once again he managed to get to his feet, but this time he went crashing to the ground. Ouch, that hurt. He didn’t know how much more abuse his poor battered body could take. He swung himself around on his butt, used the side of the trunk for leverage, and got on his feet yet again. Once more he fell to the ground, this time flat on his face. Ummpphh! His jaw got a mighty crack, as it slammed down on the floor. He nearly wept with frustration. This time he couldn’t get up. He slowly inched his way across the floor, making very little progress. He still hadn’t reached the door when he heard footsteps come thundering down the stairs. Oh shit, were those guys coming back? He gave a sigh of relief when he saw deputies come through the door, their guns drawn.
 "MMMPHHHHH!!!"
"MMMOUUUCCCHHH." Grant yelped as the tape was pulled off his mouth, taking some of his hair with it. He spat out the rag. " The pilot, Mike, he’s…"
"Don’t worry, he’s safe. The bozos that tried to hijack the chopper got separated from their cargo, which we were tailing. They’re under arrest, and your friend is safe."

Darien Struggles

25 photos; 2:35 video

Model: Darien
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 02/04/2009

The Haircut

24 photos; 7:55 video

Room Mate 1 played by Rex
Room Mate 2 played by Rick
Photography by Caitiff


Date of Production: 01/21/2018

Unwilling Guest

25 photos; 5:49 video

Model: Nicholas Armor Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 02/27/2018

After Work

25 photos; 4:28 video

Model: Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 09/27/2017

Under Cover by Caitiff

27 photos; 5:28 video

Fess Up by Soft Touch

27 photos; 4:06 video

Charity Begins at Home by JMZ

30 photos; 4:21 video

            It had been such a long day. I was exhausted from work and my training for the upcoming marathon I had signed up for. It was for charity so the tedious training had made it all worth while. I trained for weeks to make sure I had a good showing at the marathon. Every muscle in my body ached from the constant strain and exercise. I was in the best shape of my life. My time got better every week, and I pushed myself to train harder as the big race came close. Placement determined how much money my charity got. I was well on my way in my training to get them the maximum possible. The only opponent in my path was a guy who opposed my charity and me, a conservative right wing family man who believed what I was and stood for was against his beliefs.  I was out to prove him wrong. We crossed each other in the park, at the pool, on the bike trail. Every encounter with him made me train harder, nothing could stop me.               The day before the big marathon I doubled my training. I was the man to beat. Every facet of my well toned body told me so. I got home late and made sure I was well fueled for the next day. I was exhausted but pumped. A good nights rest would cap off this day, and I would be ready to pummel my competition.
             I sat on the bed and decided to forgo a shower, I was too tired. I pulled off my shirt and shoes. I peeled off my sweat soaked socks and threw them on the floor. The cool air of the air conditioner massaged my bare feet. I lay down and crashed. A few hours into my sound sleep I awoke to a desperate situation. My hands had been tightly bound behind my back.             In my half sleep I thought this was just a dream, but as I tried to pull my hands up I realized this was the beginning of a nightmare. I searched my bedroom to try and focus in on who had done this, from the shadows a masked man appeared. “What the hell is going on”, I screamed.  “Be quiet”, he yelled. In my fear and uncertainty I complied. I lay on my bed, my wrists aching from the tight grasp of the rope. I pulled and struggled hoping to free myself and give this stranger a good fight. The tight knots were unrelenting, I feared what was next.
             I pondered his next step. I could no longer keep quiet. “What do you want”, I screamed. “I want you to shut the fuck up”, he yelled. Again I complied, but this time he was taking nothing to chance. In the shadows I heard a loud tear and in a moment my lips were sealed. The strong smell of adhesive filled my nose. He plastered duct tape across my mouth. The silver tape gagged me good. “MMMPPPPHHH”, I yelped. It was no use my lips were pressed together as if one. I should have just kept quiet.
             I watched as he approached me with more rope. What was next? He forced my sweaty feet together and bound them. I fought against him but it made him angrier. He pulled my ankles tighter together and knotted the rope like an expert boy scout. He moved to my knees and wrapped rope tightly around them. “MMMPPPHHH”, I exclaimed through my taped mouth. He was finished.  All my strength and training could not free me from my binds. I lay bound and gagged hoping he would leave.
             He approached me once again, this time to humiliate me. He pulled at my tight shorts struggling to yank them down. He struggled against the tight fabric until he was able to expose my bare ass for whoever found me, with this he was gone. I fought and pulled at my tight bindings. It was no use. The next morning the maid found me. The humiliation was quieted by my relief of freedom. I made it to the marathon and won, but to this day the police have no leads on my captor.

Hot and Hog Tied

34 photos; 4:06 video

Model: Ryan Rockford Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 05/19/2009

Chilling in Bondage

25 photos; 5:15 video

Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/07/2018