Beer and Bondage by Caitiff

32 photos

  "You are so lame!" Tony sneered at Justin's latest boast. "Well, you're full of shit!" Ted replied. Meanwhile, everybody else at the party groaned. Tony and Justin were room mates and threw the best parties on campus. But when they got a little beer in them, they both had to turn everything into a pissing contest. At first it was cute but after several hours, it was begining to be a drag. "Ok, I'll prove I can out drink you!" Justin blurted out. "Hah!" Tony retorted as he accepted the challenge. "Great. Here we go again." Danny, one of the guests said under his breath. Fred, another friend and guest of Larry and Ted, leaned over to Danny, "Don't worry, I think this will help liven up the party!"  Danny didn't know what Fred meant but soon forgot about it as everybody watched Larry and Ted drink beer after beer after beer after beer.... Before too long almost every flat surface in the room was covered by beer bottles. And soon after, both Tony and Justin were fast asleep. "Ok," Fred said as Larry snored loudly and pulled out a roll of duct tape, "Now to get this party started!" Justin was having a really weird dream. In it, he had been wrapped up like a catapiller. But this leaf kept slapping him in the face. He tried to move the leaf but his hands were wrapped up by his cocoon. Did catapillers even have hands? Little did he realize Tony right next to him was having a similar dream.  Ted woke up groggily. His head was pounding but he was expecting that. After drinking all that beer, of course he would have a hang over. What he didn't expect was not being to move his hands or feet!  "Mmmmm!" Justin let out a low, angry moan as his blurry vision finally focused on his friends Fred, Danny and the rest grinning at him. Justin also noticed Larry, who was tied up with tape around his hands and legs just like he was. Tony had a pitiful look on his face as he gave small moans through the tape gag that covered his mouth. Justin noticed he was also similarly gagged. Angrily, Justin glared at his so called "friends". "Well, you guys always wanted to know who was better at stuff. " Fred smirked evilly at his tape bound captives. 'Now's your chance. Let's see who can get free first!"  "Mmm meee mmmmppho!" Justin grunted, not that his words made any sense. Fred held a beer bottle up to Justin's nose. Hung over, the brew smelled rancid. Justin fought the urge to heave. he sure as hell didn't want to start vomiting while he was gagged. "First one out gets a beer. Though if neither of you gets free, then we take it all for ourselves!"  That basterd! Everybody knew how much Justin loved his beer! He was willing to share for parties but no one was going to take all of his beer! Tony seemed to concur because both young men began wiggling frantically trying to loosen the tape that bound them.  Tony put his back to Justin and stuck out his hands. "Mmmm mmm!" He grunted. Just was about to do as Tony asked and try to untie him , then stopped himself. If Tony got free first, he got to keep Justin's beer! And Justin knew he would. Justin shook his head no, then stood up on his bound legs and stuck his bound hands at Tony. "Mmmee mmphrrss!"  "Mmuuhh muhh! Mmmee mmphrss!" Tony replied through his gag, confirming in Justin's mind that Tony was planning on taking Justin's beer for himself! Justin started hopping up and down as both men grunted to be untied first by the other. Justin got so pissed that he lost his balance and fell to the ground.  Meanwhile. everybody else was enjoying the show. Though Justin and Tony were great guys normally, they could be real assholes when it came to beer for some reason. It was nice seeing them get a little payback for a change. Tony must have wanted a little payback too because he stood up and started grunting in a suspiciously gloating way. Though just as tied up and gagged as his room mate, Tony seemed to be enjoying Justin's predicament. Little did the others know that usually it was Tony who was the one who got tied up by Justin. Tony liked seeing Justin on the other end for a change.  Unfortunately, Tony's gloating didn't last long. Justin swung out his legs, catching Tony's and making him loose his balance. Both young men were now on the ground, rolling and grunting loudly.  Watching them, the others couldn't be sure if the room mates were fighting or trying to make out. Both Justin and Tony rolled around as much as their bondage allowed and grunted at each other loudly through their gags. Each trying to get on top of the other in some kind of weird bound and gagged wrestling match.      "Uhhh, maybe we should make sure they don't hurt each other" Danny suggested, noticing how brutal the competition was getting. While Tony head butted Justin in the chest, Justin was pressing his body firmly down on Tony. The others agreed that maybe it was getting a little rough and soon the room mates found themselves taped back to back on the floor.  While the rest of the partiers played cards, Tony and Justin at bound and gagged. Each gave out long "Mmmmpphs!" to be let free. Justin was even ready to give them the beer if they would just untie him. But nobody was listening. Everybody else pretty much pretended like the bound and gagged young men weren't even there. Finally realizing that neither was going to get free on his own, Tony and Justin began picking at the tape binding the other's wrists. Unfortunately they soon realized a problem with being tied up with duct tape. There were no knots to undo. Try as they might, neither could find where the tape began to even try to unwrap it. It was too many layers to simply tear. And to make it even worse, all the struggling each had done had twisted the tape until it hard, unbreakable strands. Helpless, they could only stare at each other. Even though they were both gagged, the look each gave the other made it clear they both knew how royally screwed they were.  Hours later and Tony and Justin were still no where close to getting loose. Most of the other partiers either had gone home of had crashed in the bed rooms, confident that their hosts wouldn't be using the beds that night. Fred was the last one to go to bed. He played around with the tape, taping his victim's heads together for fun. But with it nearly morning, even Fred was beginning to get tired. as one last joke, he covered his captive hosts' heads with an empty beer box and then went to sleep, confident they would be free when he woke up. They would probably even have a little revenge planned for him. But that didn't worry Fred. He was a good sport and if they wanted to tie him up as a little revenge, he was man enough to take it.  Later that after noon, Fred finally woke up and checked on his bound and gagged hosts. Though they had managed to get free from the tape binding them to each other, neither had yet managed to undo the tape binding thier wrists, legs or mouths. Both young men looked exhausted though not as miserable as Fred thought they might have. Staring at his friends as they continued to try to free themselves, Fred considered getting a knife from the kitchen and finally letting them go.  They don't seem that bad off, Fred thought as he watched the pair wiggle on top of each other's bound bodies, I guess I can let them go on a little while longer. Tape gagged, neither Justin nor Tony could really argue.   The End Justin played by Justin Tony played by Jason Photography by Caitiff 05/27/2002

Tuck and Roll

27 photos; 3:16 video

His PlayThing

25 photos; 4:31 video

Play Thing played by David
Player played by Nick Armor
Photography by Caitiff   Date of production: 11/06/2018

spanking the Twink

20 photos; 5:17 video

Twink played by Nick Armor
Spanker played by David Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 11/06/2018

Partners In Peril

25 photos; 4:26 video

Cop #1 played by Jon Storm
Cop #2 played by Cliff
Photography by Caitiff



Date of Production: 06/16/2018

On Ice

27 photos; 8:47 video

Foot Balled

22 photos; 5:05 video

Foot Ball Player played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: Date of Production: 08/21/2009

Next Day Service by Soft Touch

26 photos

            “What the hell happened?  Where am I?” Martin thought while he tried top get his two bleary eyes to focus.  Martin remembered coming out of work and walking into the parking lot, thinking mainly about the term paper that was due tomorrow.  Then he felt a little sting and looked down at his arm to see a little dart with fuzzy feathers sticking into him.  Then he began to feel really dizzy and weak before finding himself in a car with the scenery whizzing by, and then he was here wherever here was.
            Martin looked around at the strange room and then he saw two strange looking men towering over him.  Both of the men were dressed in long white coats with blue breathing masks over their noses and mouths, amber goggles over their eyes, and green kitchen gloves on their hands.  The shorter one had a gentle matter of fact voice.  The tall one didn't say anything, he just wrote everything down on a clipboard.
            “Ah, now what do we have here?” the short one said.  “Oh yes, this must be Specimen 187B.”
            “I'm not a specimen!  My name is Martin, and I'm a college student, and I have a part time job, and I want to get out of here!” Martin tried to tell the two strange men, but the sticky tape that was covering his mouth and the soft cloth wedged in between his teeth and his tongue wouldn't let him make any more than frightened humming sounds.
            The short one ignored Martin’s panicked sounds and studied the clipboard the tall one was holding for him.  “Yes, here it is.  Medium height, medium build, brown hair and blue eyes; yes, that all checks.”
            This couldn't be happening to him.  It had to be some kind of nightmare!  Martin began struggling against the tight ropes and kicking his feet against the floor in his desperation to be recognized as a real person.
            “Now 187B, none of that,” the short man chided him gently. 
Then the tall one grabbed Martin’s legs with his strong hands and held them together while he wrapped more rope around to secure them.  Martin tried to resist, but he was still feeling kind of weak from whatever stuff was in that dart.
            “Really 187B, there is no need to get so excited.  We're just going to ask you a few questions before we take you downstairs for your detailed physical examination.  Now I know that you can't talk properly with that gag in your mouth, but I want you to nod your head, okay?”
            Martin was feeling very confused so he began dumbly nodding his head at the short one while he studied the tight ropes the tall one had used to weld his legs tightly together.
            “Now have you had all of the usual childhood diseases?  And would you describe yourself as being in fairly good health?  Any history of mental illness in your family?  Oh, and would you say that you are a sexually active person?”
            Martin didn't understand.  Why had they taken him?  Why were they asking him all of these strange questions?
            “Very good Martin.  Now if you can just pass your detailed physical, we can have you on a ten-thirty flight tonight.”
            Martin started making choking sounds back in his throat and wrestled against the ropes.  He wasn't going flying anywhere!
            “Now don't make a face 187B.  The new cargo holds are much more comfortable than the old ones.  Now we're going to have to ask you to wait here awhile until they finish examining the Specimen ahead of you.”
            And then the two strange men just walked away and left Martin there all alone.  Martin couldn't believe it!  He wasn't going to wait anywhere.  He was going to get out of here now!
            But no matter how much Martin struggled and rolled around on the floor, the tight ropes just gripped him tighter and tighter, and the sodden cloth in his mouth just kept on getting bigger and juicier.  And then he heard footsteps.
            “No, no 187B, you mustn't struggle around like that.  You might injure yourself and we can't have that, can we?  More rope please.”
            Martin watched helplessly while the tall one drew more strong rope out of his pocket and then began lashing it tightly between Martin’s wrists and his ankles until the poor student’s hands and feet were almost touching each other.
            “There really isn't any reason for you to be afraid, 187B.  According to our Customer Satisfaction Reports, the Client who selected you usually keeps his Specimens comfortable in the big house for two months or more before he tires of them and sends them out to work in the fields.  And less than two percent of those died from snake or alligator bites.”             Bites--!  Martin didn't want any bites!
            “Now do be patient, 187B.  They're almost ready for you down in Exam.”
            Then the two strange men walked away and left Martin shaking tears out of his eyes.  What had Martin done to deserve this?  He had always tried to be a good boy?  Martin looked up at the ceiling and tried to ignore the pain of the tight ropes that were digging into him everywhere.  And then he heard the two men coming back.
            “See 187B, that didn't take long.  Now they are ready to give you a nice detailed examination.”
            Martin shook his head from side to side and made pleading noises into the juicy cloth.
            “Now don't carry on so, some of our young men find their exam to be a very pleasurable experience.  That’s better, 187B.  Now just as a precaution, we're going to give you a little something to calm you down while we get you ready for your exam.”
            Martin huffed into his gag and begged them not to give him anything, but the tall one just wrapped his strong hand around the back of Martin’s neck and then started moving a big snowball of damp cotton toward Martin’s nose.
            Then Martin only had a few moments to notice the strong smell of wild cherries before he started feeling really dizzy and then everything started getting very dark.
            “Martin…!  Come on Martin, wake up!  You're going to be late for work,” an angry voice yelled at him in the dark.
            Martin struggled to open his eyes and was surprised to see the familiar surroundings of his off-campus apartment.  And then he saw his hairy roommate drying himself off with a big towel.
            “Come on, Martin.  You promised to pay your share of the rent on this dump, remember?”
            At first Martin was very relieved to discover that it had all been just some kind of weird nightmare.  But then he began to wonder, why was he having dreams like that?

Martin played by Jake
Photography by Caitiff

Rope Gag by Gilroy

40 photos; 2:50 video

    “I’ve never actually done this before.”, Dan was nervous. As cute as this guy was, he was having second thoughts.  When he had replied to this guy’s online ad he had no idea the guy would be so kinky.   Though if he had wanted to back out, it was a little late now that he was bare ass naked with his hands tied behind his back.  And from the huge boner Dan’s trick had, he was really getting off  on having Dan tied up and helpless.
    “Don’t worry” Greg said a she checked the ropes around Dan’s body.  Virgins were always so much fun.  This one had been particularly easy.  And what a nice body.  Greg’s mind raced with al the things he was going to do with Dan.  The real fun began once Dan figured out that he wasn’t going to get free.
    Suddenly Greg’s cell phone went off.
    “Damn, sorry.  Important client”, Greg said as he answered.
    “Should we ..uhh do this later?” Dan asked.      “No!   No, not you.  Ok..uhhh I have that in my car. Can you hold”
    Greg hung up the phone.  “Ok slight snag.  Gotta go to my car and run a  few numbers off to my client. Won’t take a sec.”
    “Am I just supposed to just stand here naked and tied up?” Dan said incredulous.
    “No. “ Greg said as he led Dan to the bed and gestured for him to lie down. “I’ll just cover you up until I get back.”
    Tied up, Dan didn't’ see he had much of a choice.  He meekly accepted it as the blanket was placed over his head.

   

Tied Player

25 photos; 5:08 video

Tied Player played by Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 10/06/2018

Caught You

26 photos; 5:36 video

Bound Guy played by Jake Hamilton
Bad Guy Played by Adam
Phootgraphy by Caitiff

  Date of Production: 10/21/2018

Locked Up

18 photos; 6:12 video

Model: Adam
Photography by Caitiff

  Date of Production: 08/06/2018

Where Am I by Soft Touch

20 photos; 3:09 video

            It was well after midnight when Larry came out of the back door of the club and walked over to his car.  He was just about to open the door when he heard a strange voice calling “Larry….”
            “What?  Who’s there?”
            Pain exploded against the back of Larry’s skull, bright sparks jumped in front of his stunned eyes, and then everything went dark.
            A long time later, Larry opened his eyes and shook his head as he tried to get the dull ringing out of his ears.  Then he looked around and saw that he was in some place that he had never been before.  “Where am I?” he tried to ask, but that was when he discovered that he couldn't close his mouth because his mouth was all full of cloth.  What the hell?
            Larry tried to pull the strange cloth out of his mouth, but that was when he discovered that he couldn't move his hands.  They were tied behind his back and now he could feel the tight ropes biting into his skin.  What was going on here?  And then Larry heard footsteps coming toward him.
            Two big guys looked down at the captive Larry.  Both of them were dressed in expensive suits, and both of them had dark glasses over their eyes.  One guy had a full beard hiding most of his face and he was carrying more ropes in his hands.
            “We ain't done tying you up yet.  You want to be cooperative or do you want us to give you some more lumps?”
            Larry shook his head slowly back and forth and made frightened gurgling sounds as he choked some of his drool down his throat.  Larry had never seen these two guys before, but he had been hanging around the club and running errands long enough to recognize the type.  These were the kind of guys you never wanted to fool around with, and now they had Larry.
            So Larry was real cooperative and only whimpered a little when they took hold of his body and then began tying more tight ropes all around his thighs ands his ankles.  What did they want?  What were they going to do to him?  Then they pulled the last knot tight and pushed Larry back down on the floor.
            “You've been a very bad boy, Larry,” the one without a beard said.
            “What—?” Larry choked on the gagging cloth.  What had he done?  Larry always did just what he was told.  He was too frightened of guys like this to ever take a chance on crossing the boss or doing anything stupid.
            “You were supposed to deliver a certain package Larry,” the bearded one said.
            “Yea, what happened to that package?” the other one echoed.
            What package were they talking about?  Did they mean that shoulder bag that he gave to Murphy last night?  If that’s what it was, then Murphy had that bag now.              Like he was reading Larry’s thoughts, the bearded one growled; “Only two people had their hands on that package, you and Murphy.  Now one of you is lying.”
            Larry shook his head from side to side and made all kinds of frightened noises into the soggy gag cloth while he tried to tell them that he didn't do anything wrong.
            “Yea, yea that’s what they all say.  Well one of you is lying.”
            “Better make him more comfortable before we go to pick up Murphy,” the bearded one advised.
            Then both men grabbed Larry with their big hands and bent and twisted him up to fit the tight ropes that they were lashing between Larry’s ankles and his wrists.
            Larry whimpered and begged them not to make those ropes so tight.
            But the two men just ignored him while they bent Larry in half again and then tied even more rope between the back of his neck and the back of his thighs.  After that Larry couldn't move at all.  He could hardly breathe.
            “Do yourself a favor Larry-boy,” the clean-shaven one warned his captive.  You lay here real quiet and don't make any fuss.”
            “Yea we won't be gone long, and then you can help us find out the truth.”
            Then the clean-shaven one laughed.  “Yea, it’s been a long time since I gave some punk a haircut and a shave.”  Then he leaned in closer to Larry.  “Yea, I can start by clipping all of that fur off of your face and then some other places, and then you can decide just how close you want to be shaved.”
            “Oh no!  They wouldn't dare do something like that!  Larry squealed into his mouthful of cloth and he tried pulling on the tight ropes.
            But the two men just laughed at him as they went out and closed the door.
            Then Larry lay all alone in the really quiet room and waited for whatever was going to happen to him next. Date of Production: 02/25/2006

Casual Friday by Kurt

33 photos; 3:19 video

Garrett sat as still as he could, hoping that if he'd do what the intruders had said, no further harm would come to him.  As it was, he'd already been roused from his nap, manhandled and tied hand and foot.  As he sat in the chair, his wrists tied behind his back, and his legs and ankles tightly trussed together, he cursed himself for calling in sick that morning.  But it was Friday, and he was dying for a day to just kick back and relax.  As he heard the two home invaders rustling around upstairs, he realized what a lousy decision that had been.

Garrett's body tensed up as he heard footsteps coming downstairs.  Not daring to speak, he watched as they packed up his DVD player and laptop. 

"Gag the fucker!" one said to the other, who removed a red bandanna from inside his jacket and began tying a thick knot in the middle of it.

"Please, no," Garrett squeaked, his throat dry with fear.  "I've done what you've asked.  I haven't moved or made any noise."

"Yeah, good thing, too," said the one knotting the bandanna, "or we'd have fucked you up!"

He stepped behind Garrett and jammed the thick cloth knot into his mouth, pulling the ends of the bandanna tight behind his head and double-knotting it.

"Urummmpphhh!" Garrett complained, as the cloth gag filled his mouth.

"Shut the fuck up, asshole, or I'll wrap your head in duct tape!" the one who'd gagged him growled.

"Let's check out the den," the leader said, and the two burglars left their victim alone again. Garrett realized it was his only chance to escape.  If he could just hop over to the front door, surely Mr. Jenkins next door would be pottering around in his garden like he always was.  Garrett struggled to his feet. With his knees bound so tightly, it wasn't easy to balance.  Somehow he managed, and made his first hop...
then another...trying to be as quiet as possible.  The front door was only a few feet away, but it seemed impossibly far....at least five more hops....and if he tipped over....

"What the fu..get over here, asshole!"  Garrett's heart sank as he heard the surly voice of one of the burglars.  A pair of rough hands grabbed him, spun him around, and a fist pounded into his flat stomach.

"Mowwmmpppfff!!" grunted Garrett, as he fell helplessly to the floor.

"Yo! Gimme some more a dat rope!" said his attacker.

"You're lucky I don't bust you up, fool," he said, as he would more rope around Garrett's wrists and worked him into a hogtie, "But I don't got time."

Garrett grunted in pain as the rope was pulled taut lifting his feet until they were almost touching his hands.
More helpless than ever, he lay there, hogtied and gagged, while his place was cleaned out.  The two burglars double-checked his knots and gag, then snickered and left through the kitchen.

Garrett let out a long breath, and began to struggle on the rug.  It would be a VERY long afternoon.

The Problem with Fraud by Caitiff

19 photos

 “Damn, not so tight!”, Reggie bitched as his friends bound hs hands behind his back.
“We gotta make it look good.” Dave, said as he worked on the knots.
“You don’t have to.. Mmpph!”, Reggie’s complaints were cut off as a strip of tape was plastered over his mouth. Reggie then had more rope tied around his body. Gagged and bound, reggie could only stare at his friends as he began to have second thoughts.
It had seemed like a good idea. His friends would tie Reggie’s ass up and take a few of the valuables in the house. Then when his girlfriend came home, he would get tonnes of sympathy and they would have to finally get that entertainment centre Reggie had been wanting. The insurance would pay for it all and Everybody would be happy.
But as he twisted in his bondage, Reggie realised he was really tied up. He would not be getting free until somebody let him go. But with this damn tape gag he certainly couldn’t back out now.  Dave pushed Reggie down on the floor while Jerry and Tom picked up Reggie’s old crap. The PS/2, the worn out VCR and the 10 year old television, they all were taken away. They even took the little boom box stereo. Reggie comforted himself with thoughts of the new stuff he was going to be getting. Reggie could see a huge plasma television and a blue ray and a Wii and probably an entertainment centre.
His friends were not gentle as they moved The old stuff out. Jerry practically shoved Reggie out of the way as they walked the TV out the back where no one would see.
“Mmmmm!”, Reggie protested but gagged that meant very little. Reggie heard a crash from the kitchen and practically jumped out of his skin.
 “Sorry. My bad.”, Reggie heard one of his friends say. “Dropped a glass.”
“Don’t worry about it. It adds realism.” Reggie heard Tom say.
Don’t worry about it! These guys could be a bit more careful with his stuff.
“All right sunshine, time ot finish you off.”, Dave said as he lifted Reggie up to his feet and pushed him towards the couch. Reggie knew Dave was just kidding but he still wished his so called friend wouldn’t be so rough. and what did he mean, finish him off? Reggie was already bound and gagged. What more could they do to him?
Reggie hadn't’ considered he could have been hog tied. After he was laid on the couch, his feet were tied closely to his hands with more rope, leaving Reggie into a nice neat little package. Reggie was now really uncomfortable. He was also in way too deep now.
 “Ok, that’s the stuff. We’ll see you in a week so it doesn’t look suspicious. Your girl should be home in an hour. “, Dave said as he and the rest of Reggie’s friends finished up. “Hang tight!” reggie groaned at the horrible pun.
Soon he was alone. Reggie rolled around to test the ropes and as before, found he could not get free. he was stuck. Thank god his girlfriend, Julie would be home soon.
From the hallway, Reggie heard the phone ring and then the machine pick up. Julie’s voice came on, probably to say that she was at the airport and coming home.
Or not.
“Hey Honey. The airline screwed up my flight. I’m stuck in Denver for at least another day or more. I probably will be home tomorrow. I hope. Oh and I’m sorry but I forgot to mail off some of the bills like the renter’s insurance. But the guy said as long as we don't’ get robbed between now and when I get back, it should be ok. You take care. later. ”
Oh shit.

Model: Matthew Phootgraphy by Caitiff

You Think I'm Playing? by Soft Touch

35 photos; 4:46 video

           “What are doing Jerome?”
           “Me…? What—I ain’t doing nothing.”
           “And you’ve been doing nothing every day for a week now. Did you see that note I left for you out in the kitchen?”
           “Uh, no, I ain’t made it out to the kitchen yet.”
           “That does it!” Oh my Gosh!
“I ain’t playing with you no more!”
           Wash had lost it! He had really lost it! He was going to go ahead and shoot me, just like that. “Now wait a minute Wash, I can explain—“
           “I don’t need no more words from you!”
           Wash threw this big roll of tape right at me.
           “Start peeling and pasting, I don’t want to see none of your mouth.”
           “But Wash—“
         
           All of a sudden my hands were shaking so bad I could hardly peel pieces of tape off of that big roll. By now Wash had moved that shiny gun around so that I could see right down the barrel and there was a big bullet in there just waiting to come out after me. So I plastered piece after piece of that tape over my mouth until my lips were sealed shut, hoping that maybe that would keep him happy, but it didn’t.
           “Those clothes you’re wearing, you don’t deserve them, take them off!”
           Now I was getting really scared and my fingers were getting all tangled up in my clothes as I tried to pull them off . Would he do it? Would he really do it? That’s what I kept wondering until I could feel a cool breeze blowing against my birthday suit. I closed my eyes and put my hands up, hoping that he would understand that that’s what people did when they were saying “Please don’t shoot me.”
           “Get on the couch. I’ve got other ways of teaching you what you’ve got to learn.”
           I jumped on the couch, too relieved at not being shot to think much about what he was going to do now. Then he threw a whole bunch of ropes at me and then grabbed my body in his big hands. And then his mouth started going and didn’t stop while he told me all of the things he had told me to do which I hadn’t done, and the more he talked, the more angry he got and the tighter he wrapped those ropes around my body so that I was whimpering way back in my throat before he was done.
           And then he hit me with the stunner.
           He was going out for awhile. When he got back, he expected that I would have done what had told be to do when he wrote me that note. And, if I didn’t get it done, then he knew some ways to get some real tears out of me.
           The door closed with a bang and he was gone.
           To hell with him! The only thing I was going to do was to get out of here .
           The first thing I needed to do was to get rid of these ropes. I needed a knife.
           So I hopped and I hopped until I was finally out in his kitchen. Then I turned my body around and finally managed to get my tied hands to open the drawer where he kept the knives.            But there were no knives in there, only spoons. How was I going to cut myself loose with a spoon?
           And then I saw his note on the fridge. How was I going to clean knives if I couldn’t find no knives?
           And then it hit me. He had hidden those knives somewhere so that I couldn’t find them.
           But I would fool him. I would find those knives, and I would get them all clean, and I would be waiting with a great big smile when he got back.
           Now, if I was a knife, where would I be hiding?   Jerome played by Andre
Photography by Caitiff

Under Control

20 photos; 8:40 video

Model: Mike
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/23/2018

The Heist

29 photos; 13:31 video

Security Guard played by Alex Stone
The Bad Guy played by Remy
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/06/2018

Leather Buds

20 photos; 6:08 video

First Leather Man played by Jon Storm
Second Leather Man played by Dante
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/15/2018

Hog Tied Hunk

26 photos; 4:54 video

Model: Braxton
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production:04/01/2012

The Second Time by Kirkone

29 photos; 4:57 video

             Nick trashed against the rope.  He was tied snug.  He really did not want to get out.  As agreed, he was left alone for an hour.  When his new friend returned, he cut him free.  Nick rubbed his wrists.  He was hard as a rock.
 
            His daydream was ended by a sharp knock at the door.  Nick opened it, and his buddy was back.  But this time he was wrestled to the ground, and quickly bound at his wrists.  Nick’s heart was exploding in his chest as he struggled in the game: his mouth was stuffed and taped and his ankles roped.  Dumped on the bed, he awaited with great anticipation what was going to happen next.
 
            It was then that he felt there was something wrong.
 
            A second man entered the room.
 
            “Here are his car keys.  Bring the car to the front.”  Nick was puzzled why they would move his car until he watched his friend empty his wallet of cash and cards, and remove his jewelry.  “He moaned an “OH NO,” as he began to feel betrayed.  The other returned, and both men threw Nick on his belly.  One shoved his wrists torturously high behind his back, sending waves of agony through his shoulders, neck and back.  The other pulled his hair back, ripped the tape off his mouth, and put a knife to his throat.  “All your ATM codes – debit and credit, QUICK!  AND NOT ANOTEHR FUCKING WORD!”  Nick was so afraid he could not think, but another jerking of his arms behind his back forced the numbers from his mouth.             Again he was gagged.  “Hogtie him!”  They pulled his ankles behind his back and bound them to his hands. 
 
            “Enjoy your second time SUCKER!”
 
            After six hours of struggle Nick was still tied up.  The maid heard his gagged pleas for help and found his bound and gagged. 
 
            The car was never found.  They had robbed him of five grand.
 
            But Nick did not mind.
 
            He was online the next day thinking about his upcoming third time.

Personal trainer by Kirkone

32 photos

            “Yeah, I like the development in my arms, biceps, triceps, and forearms:  a lot of strength development,” Leo said to his P.T. who had come to make an unusual “house call.”  He had suggested to Leo that he try a new method he was developing to maximize flexing with resulting muscular development.
 
            “It’s bigger than steroids!” the P.T. said.
 
            “OK, let’s try it,” Leo said, flexing his powerful arms in his wife beater.  “What do I have to do?”
 
            The P.T.’s heart was racing in his chest.  He knew this was a set-up.  He had fantasized for weeks about having Leo bound and gagged.  “Have to go slow and careful,” he thought.  With missing a beat he blotted out: “Well, put your arms behind your back so I can bind your wrists with this rope here!” 
 
            Leo had a strange look on his face, “Say what?”            “Put your arms behind your back so I can tie up your hands.  You will feel the stress of your upper arms at your sides, staining especially your triceps.  As your work to get free, your biceps too get a full workout --- better than curls!
 
            Leo smiled.  “Sure,” and put his hands behind his back.  His P.T. crossed his wrists, and soon the clothesline was tight and snug around his crossed wrists.  Leo felt it to be a little too tight, but decided to say nothing so as not to look like a wimp. 
 
             “There, now break free and be sure to flex your arms a lot.”  Leo began to turn his wrists and lift his bound hands up and down his back, flexing his biceps against his sides.  He noticed a surge of power in his arms.  “Hey, I think you have something here.  This is a workout for sure,” Leo stated as his struggled against the ropework on his hands, numbing up as he spoke.  “Listen:  why not tie me up all the way?  I could give my legs a workout at the same time.
 
            The P.T.s heart jumped to his throat.  “Sure.  Put your legs together.”  Leo complied as his feet and legs were bound with the rope.  “Say, to make this real, let me gag you like you were robbed and the robber left you all tied up!”  Leo smiled.  “Go ahead!”  He took out Leo’s workout bandanna from his back pocket as used it as a gag.  Leo smiled.
 
            “OK, Escape.  And flex those muscles.  I’m going to take some pictures to ‘debrief’ you latter.
 
            Leo nodded and began to struggle and flex.  He got to his feet, and began to hop to the door, somehow now excited about being all tied up.  He even got to the doorknob and tried to open it.  The P.T. sensed Leo was into it as he clicked pictures, and grabbed him and shoved him to the floor.  “Trying to escape?  You’re my hostage!” 
 
            Leo played along and kept struggling, finally getting the gag out of his mouth.  It fell down his chin and he looked up at the trainer:
 
            “Say, you got any more rope in there.  I think you should tie my arms, then hogtie me, and, if you go to the closet, there is some duct tape.  Make this gag good. And tape my eyes.
 
            As you could imagine, the Physical Trainer was all too happy to comply as he tightly hogtied Leo, photographing his flexing and sweating as Leo learned the way of the rope. 

Horny

25 photos; 5:59 video

Model: Mickey O'Shea
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 12/15/2010

Cow Boi

22 photos; 4:25 video

The Cowboi played by Rick
Photography by Caitiff

  Date of Production: 04/11/2018