Controlled

23 photos; 3:48 video

Frat House Foul Up by Kurt

20 photos

   "56 West Washington..this must be it," thought Chet, as he reached for the doorknob. Chet was excited and a little scared..he'd been rushed by the coolest fraternity on campus, Phi Beta Bonda, and tonight was the first step of the initiation process. The frat was known for pretty rough hazings, and Chet knew there might even be some bondage and humiliation involved. But they were really cool guys, and Chet was determined to make it. He'd even worn his "lucky" Chinese dragon shirt, a gaudy rayon job he wore for all special occasions, even though most of his friends had already told him how ugly it was. A pair of neatly pressed khakis and black dress shoes completed his outfit. He gritted his teeth and turned the doorknob, entering the dilapidated house on the wrong side of town.   "Hello?" Chet said, as the door creaked open. "Ungggh!" was the stud's last coherent statement as a blunt object connected with the back of his head as soon as he stepped through the doorway.    Chet's head throbbed...for a few minutes he had no clue where he was, or what had happened. He tried to rub his aching head, but quickly realized his wrists were tightly bound in front of him. He was lying on the floor..."Hey!", he called, "Anyone there? Who slugged me? HELP! Someone untie me!" Then Chet realized that all of this might be part of the initiation, and he shut up quick. He didn't want the frat brothers to think he was a wimp. But damn, did they have to knock him out and tie him up?   Chet didn't have long to wait...a man entered the room and loomed over him. He was dressed in tight black jeans, a black t-shirt, and his face was masked. His muscular arms were tattooed, and in his hands he held a large blue bandanna.        "OK, buddy, time for some fun," he growled as he hauled Chet off the floor, and threw him onto the nearby bed. Chest gasped as the masked attacker pulled his lucky shirt down off his shoulders, and yanked it down to his elbows. "Tacky shirt, dude! Now open your piehole!" Chet, terrified yet strangely intrigued, opened his mouth, and his captor shoved the cloth in, pushing it in deeply with his fingertips, then knotting it tightly behind the pledge's head. Chet felt himself pushed down onto the bed, his shoes pulled off, and his ankles being tightly bound with ropes.        "I wasn't expecting any visitors, but I'm always happy to accommodate an unexpected guest," the masked man said.   Chet was confused. Was this some kind of kinky role-play to prove his worthiness to the fraternity? A kidnap scene designed to test his guts? Chet decided that had to be it, so he didn't even flinch as the attacker reached down and unbuckled his belt. He roughly yanked Chet's khakis down, revealing his tight gray briefs, then turned away and picked up several long lengths of thick black rope. Within a couple of minutes, Chet found himself even more tightly bound as the black rope was tightly snaked around his wrists, waist, thighs, knees and lower legs. He grunted into the gag as the ropes were pulled and knotted tautly. Chet struggled a little, and his khakis dropped down to his ankles.        "Don't touch that gag, boy, or you'll be in worse trouble. I'll be right back!"   With his wrists bound in front of him, Chet could have reached his gag and pulled it off, but he figured that it was part of his hazing and he'd better go along. He struggled a bit and tested the bindings. No use, he was tightly bound and would have to wait for the next step of the initiation.   The masked man returned, and without a word, sat on the bed next to his handsome bound captive and yanked down Chet's gray briefs. Chet felt the masked attacker's large hands stroking his muscular, exposed ass and a hot flush hit his cock and balls, hardening his shaft. Chet grunted in feeble protest as he was molested, and twisting his head, his eyes fell on a note pad on the bedside table. He read the letterhead on the pad: "West Side Halfway House for Male Sex Offenders". Suddenly, reality sank in...Chet screamed into his gag as he felt his shaft being gripped and pumped.   Much later, as Chet lay exhausted on the bed, th emasked man stuffed a doller up his ass. "For your time", he said.  

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  Meanwhile, across town at 56 EAST Washington, in an elegant townhouse, six studly college students lay bound and gagged on the basement floor, writhing and moaning as they were tortured by the Phi Beta Bondas.   "Well, I guess Chet punked out," said the pledgemaster, as he tied a rope tightly around the handsomest pledge's cock and balls. "Put him on the blacklist!"   The End   Chet played by Lewis   Photography by Jake  

Muzzled part 2

21 photos; 5:40 video

Cont'd from part 1

BoundGuy played by Cole
Bad Guy played by Chad
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 11/30/2013

Embezzlement pt 1: The Strange Files

23 photos; 10:56 video

The Too Nosy Accounatnt Played by Jon Storm
The Evil Boss played by Dean
Phptpgraphy by Caitiff   Date of Production: 11/14/2017

Red Neck Rivals

30 photos; 4:26 video

Bound Guy played by Rex
Rival played by Jon Storm
Photography byt Caitiff

Date of Production: 04/20/2019

Choke Hold

25 photos; 4:27 video

Model : jesse Daniels
hand provided by Mr. Exe
Photography by Caitiff     Date of Production: 01/12/2019

Hero Napped! by Caitiff

35 photos; 5:53 video

 

Napped Orderly by JMZ

30 photos; 4:06 video

 

pushed him down onto a mattress and began my handy work on his legs. I tied him tight and secure. He began to plead with me, but I did not want to hear it. I forced a bandana between his teeth and tied his off on the back of his head. He struggled, angry now that he couldn’t talk his way out of this. I secured a strip of strong duct tape over his already gagged mouth. I held the gun to him and set the camera. He pleaded and struggled, but it was no use. I carefully made sure his family received the photo along with my money demands. It hit the news like wild fire. A well respected doctor and television personality had been kidnapped. I went to the police and volunteered to aid in the search. His family was so pleased with my heart felt worry for him. I would help all day and then return to my captive at night.   

Shoping Spree by John

25 photos

             I had just returned home from shopping at the Galleria. It was a blast. I got a bunch of clothes for cheap! (It’s amazing what you can get when stores are getting rid of their fall lines to make room for the winter line.) I wanted to try on all my new clothes again and was trying to make outfits and decide what I was gonna wear out to the bar tonight when all of a sudden I heard “Don’t move!”
           I turned around and this large man was standing there. I felt a little self conscious because I was just standing there in my boxers. He said, “I’ve been following you all day kid” which surprised me. “You’re about my son’s size boy, and well, I can’t afford to buy him all these nice clothes so I’m just gonna borrow them from you!” In the predicament I was in, I didn’t see how I would have a problem with this.
           “But I ain’t just gonna walk out of here with these clothes, cuz I can’t have you callin’ the police once I leave.” And with that he took out some rope from his back pocket and tied my arms behind my back and my feet together, grabbed the bandana out of his other pocket, shoved it in my mouth, and then threw me on the bed. 
           “Now let’s see here….we have some Eddie Bauer, Abercrombie, Gap…excellent choices boy!” He began gathering all my bags together. I had just spent my entire paycheck on all those clothes and I wasn’t going to have some man just take them from me. I started twisting and turning and trying to break out of the rope, but I couldn’t get it too budge at all.               “MMMMmmrrrrrpphh” I yelled out, but it was even barely audible to me.
           “WOW, you a feisty one kid, can’t leave you like that and have you fall off the bed, so let’s just add a bit more rope to keep you secure” And with that, he rolled me onto my stomach and tied my hands back to my feet. Now I had seen something like this before on one of those magazine covers at the corner porn store, but now here I was a picture perfect model for one of those magazines.
           I tried and tried, but I just couldn’t budge any of the ropes to make them looser. 
*SLAM* I turned to look at what that noise was, and while I had been distracted with trying to get loose, the man had finally left with my clothes in hand. I was pissed! There goes all my money for the month and my clothes that I needed.                After I had been left alone for a couple of minutes I realized that I lived alone and how in the hell would anyone find me, and more important WHO would find me like this? I hope it wasn’t my next door neighbor who I knew hated little twink boys like myself, because I’m sure he would say “You deserve it!” and just leave me helpless. Only time will tell, who will come to my rescue.     The Victim played by Patrick
Photography by Caitiff  

Napped Brad by Justin

30 photos; 2:17 video

         I finished tying the ropes and then gagged him. I liked seeing his prick just hanging there waiting for some attention.  I took my dick out and started wanking it just to see Brad's reaction. He started to squim but tied tightly like I had him Brad was not going anyplace.  I knew I had to move him to my Van. I had backed it up to his garage door so when I opened it, I could just dump this naked preppy in the back and split.          Brad rolled around his rug giving me many visuals treats, My dick was rock hard and I knew I must toss myself off before I moved him.  Had to be careful of leaving any DNA for the Cop's to find. I had seen too many CSI'S on TV. I knew the drill so to speak.  I picked up Brad's white sox and smelled it. A sex filled aroma of feet and cotton his my nose. I placed Brad's sox over my 9 inch dick (That I knew would find it's way up Brad's virgin cherry-hole later) and  wanked and jerked it off, moaning as I did it seeing Brad lying, naked and bound and gagged at my feet.  I shot a load that filled his sox.  I scooped up his other sox and boxers and stuffed them in my levi's leaving Brad's sox on my still throbbing dick as I zipped myself up. 
          Ok, Brad we are going on a little trip. I grabbed Brad's cell phone so he could make the Ransom call him self. Begging his Dad to pay the money to avoid being castrated. I went to his jewelry box and grabbed all his rings and four watches.  I took a Gucci suitcase and picked five suits and five pairs of size 11 d shoes as I knew we wore ther same size.  His silk boxer shorts were next as his silk over the calf black socks plus five silk ties plus shirts.   After he paid the Million in small bills, I was going to hire a plane to take me to Belize in Cental America. I could live very well there knowing the USA had no treaty to extridite me.  I hoped the Ransom would take several days as I wanted to "explore Brad's sexuality" and see how many time I could make the Blonde CUM! 

CrAZy ADmiReR

24 photos; 4:35 video

The Orderly played by Rick
The Crazy Admirer played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff Date of Production: 04/23/2019

Typing for Help

25 photos; 5:24 video

Bound Businessman played by Dean
Photography by Caitiff   Date of production: 04/16/2019

Playing With Daddy

23 photos; 5:29 video

Leather Pup played by Reggie
Leather Daddy played by Ron Jeffries
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 03/25/2019

The Border Guard by Caitiff

25 photos; 2:56 video

   Leska had always said he wished his job hadn't been so boring. Standing patrol between his own country of Imbalsk and neighbouring Angora was pointless. The two countries had had peaceful relations for decades. The only excitement that the border had ever seen was during the cold war when spies from both sides would cross over, only to discover that there was nothing in either country worth spying on. Border guards like Leska didn’t even ask for passports anymore.
So it came a sa complete surprise when a car pulled up to his post and the driver and two other men grabbed him! Leska didn't’ even have time to say anything before his hands were tied behind his back and tape used to blindfold and gag the astonished guard.
  Leska then spent an uncomfortable hour or more (he had no way to tel time) in the trunk while the men drove around. Eventually the car stopped and Leska was pulled out from the trunk, led down inside someplace and down stairs and forced onto what felt like a bed or large couch. Leska’s legs were then tied at the knees and ankles.
Bound and gagged, Leska could do nothing but listen as his kidnappers spoke in a strange accent. It sounded like English but it had been years Leska had learned the language in school and they were whispering which didn’t help. However, what he could make out was drugs and smuggle.
Leska heard some commotion that made him think he was alone and so took a chance by beginning to struggle. He rolled around on the bed and twisted in his ropes. But to no avail. The bindings were tight. if anything, he had made his bondage even tighter as it not bit into his wrists. Despite himself, Leska grunted into his gag. Fortunately he heard his kidnappers comeback in the room before they could see his vain attempt at escape.    “Ok we stick to the plan”, Leska made out one of them saying in English. “You watch this guy.”
Leska still couldn't’ figure out what was going on. Were these guys actually going ot smuggle drugs into the country? Why bother with the border crossing? There were plenty of places anyone with a decent knowledge of the land could cross from Angora to Imbalsk without anyone knowing. The goat herders did it all the time. But as he listened to the few snatches of conversation between his captors, Leska got the impression that these men were none too bright.
  Leska felt his short being unbuttoned. He grunted in protest not that it did any good. Were they going to take advantage of his helpless condition? Soon Leska was bare chested. However rather then molest him, whomever was undoing his clothing, tried to kepi going, as if he was trying to strip Leska of his clothes without untying him first. Suddenly Leska could hear another voice yell, “What are you doing?”
“Don't’ we need his uniform?”
“No we don’t. This was a bust. There were no drugs. This whole stinking country blows.”
“What about him?”
Leska trembled a she waited for the answer.      “Leave him. Somebody may find him eventually.
And so Leska was left alone. He eventually manage dot get the tape off of his eyes though he had no such luck with his gag. He was in a dank basement. desperately Leska moaned for help. It seemed like hours before some teenagers found him.
Cruelly ripping off the tape from Leska’s mouth.
“What the hell happened to you, they asked to which Leska quickly gave his story.
“And so no one knows you’re even here?”, one of the teenagers asked. Leska didn’t notice the gleam in his eye when he asked that.
“No. No one has any idea where I am. Untie me now!”
But Leska wasn't’ untied. Instead he was re-gagged with his tie.
The teenagers had decided that finding a helpless border guard tied up and gagged was just too exciting to pass up. Just because the kidnapper hadn't taken advantage of Leska didn't’ mean these kids wouldn’t.
Leska did eventually get free. Much much later.      

The Very Bad Plan

43 photos; 6:16 video

Craig tries to out Slade Slade.

Model: Craig
Model  & Photographer: Slade

Date of Production: 07/30/2013

Nabbed by Caitiff

22 photos

  It was already dark when Jeff finally got done with soccer practice. The handsome dark haired college student had been getting home later and later each night, with both soccer practice and a full class load. At least he didn't have to worry about a job, Jeff thought, his parents were loaded and paid for everything so he could concentrate on school.   Jeff was pretty tired as he trudged up the walk to his apartment. So tired that he didn't notice that all the security lights seemed to be out. Jeff didn't notice the two men waiting for him in the bushes, either, until they rushed out and grabbed him.   "What the..Mmmmph!" Was all Jeff could say before one of the men clamped his hand tightly over Jeff's mouth.   "Keep quiet!" One of the men commanded," Do what we say and you won't get hurt, rich boy!"   Overpowered, Jeff could only do as the men commanded. Quickly, Jeff found himself being shoved into the back of the car, forced to the floor. The car, along with Jeff and his kidnappers, quickly sped into the night.       "Mmmmm!", Jeff moaned for the hundredth time, trying to get the attention of his kidnappers.    After a long drive, Jeff was taken to a run down apartment building in the bad part of town. Told to sit on a mangy bed in one of the rooms, Jeff was soon being tied up. Rope was wound tightly around his hands, knees and feet. Then a piece of blue tape was slapped over Jeff's face, sealing his mouth.   That was last night. Jeff had spent several uncomfortable hours, twisting his body, trying to get loose without his abductors noticing. But it wasn't working. Jeff was in excellent shape, but all the muscles in the world didn't help without leverage. And the ropes would not budge. The kidnappers knew their knots.   So all Jeff could do was lay on the bed, unable to get to sleep, while his kidnappers, who always had stockings over faces when he saw them, stayed in another room.    Once again, Jeff let out as loud a moan as he could. Maybe if he could talk to the men, he could get them to let him go. Or at least convince them to get him some food.   The kidnappers entered, faces covered with stockings as always.   "Mmmmpht! Mmmm-mmm" Jeff pleaded as much as he could through his gag, but the kidnappers didn't seem to care.   "Shut up!" one replied.    The two men then took out a piece of paper with the words "1,000,000 or else" written on it. The paper was put on top of Jeff. The kidnappers then took out a cam corder and started recording.   "We have your son," One of the kidnappers said, threateningly," If you want to see him again, you will not go the police, you will give one million dollars in small bills. Instructions on where to leave the money will be given later. You will have one day to hand over the money after the instructions are given....or else we kill your son!"   As the cam-corder was turned off, the other kidnapper asked, "Why not kill him now? We're going to do it anyway.        "Mmmmm!" Jeff gave a desperate cry.   "Not in front of the kid, moron! And we need to have proof he's alive if they ask."   The kidnappers left the room, leaving Jeff to await his fate       .    Another day passed. Other then to use the bathroom once in the morning, Jeff remained bound and gagged. And even then, only his hands had been untied. His feet were kept tied and the tape stayed fixed to his mouth. His kidnappers had not seen fit to feed Jeff.   Weak with hunger and thirst and sore from the ropes that cut off circulation in his hands and feet, Jeff could only lie still.   Suddenly one of the kidnappers entered the room, holding a large knife.    "My partner says we need to keep you alive until we get the money, but I think we don't need you anymore."   "Mmmmmmm! Mmmmm!" Jeff could only shake his head frantically as the man came closer with the knife in hand. Then, just as Jeff was sure he wasn't going to make it, the man was pulled away by his partner, who also knocked the knife out of his hand.   "I ...TOLD... YOU... WE... WAIT!" the other kidnapper screamed at his murderous partner, hitting him brutally in the jaw with each word. he then dragged the second kidnapper from the room. Jeff was left alone again.   The next morning, the kidnappers had to go out together to make sure their instructions were being. Jeff was given a bathroom break, then fed a cold burger and a glass of water, the first thing he had eaten in days. They then hog-tied Jeff to make sure he didn't try hopping away.        When he was sure the kidnappers had gone, Jeff began to struggle against the ropes with all his strength. Twisting and rolling back and forth, Jeff knew this was probably his last chance to get free. But try as he might, he couldn't break free.   In desperation, Jeff even tried to yell for help though his gag. But if there was anyone nearby, they either didn't hear or didn't care.            Jeff's heart jumped into his throat when he heard the door open and the kidnappers come in. Then Jeff's heart began racing as the murderous kidnapper entered the room, wielding his large knife.   "Just a few more hours!" He gloated and left. Jeff had never been more terrified in his life.        Those few hours passed like days to Jeff. Frantically he continued to struggle against his bondage as much as he could without alerting the kidnappers. When it was time for the kidnappers to leave again to pick up their money, the boss kidnapper blindfolded Jeff.   "You can do him when we get back. This way he won't see it coming."   The kidnappers left again. And as before, Jeff vainly fought his bondage. Much too soon though, Jeff heard the outer door open and some walk into his room. They put their hands on Jeff, tugging at the ropes.    "Mmmmmmmpht! Mmmpphhmmmm! Mmm Mmm!" Jeff cried through his gag in a panic. Suddenly, his blindfold was taken off. It took a few seconds for Jeff's eyes to focus.   But it wasn't one of the kidnappers about to do him in, it was a policeman! The policemen removed the tape from Jeff's mouth.   "Are you all right?" Jeff was asked. Jeff gave a weak nod, happier then he had been before his entire life.       It was later that Jeff had learned his neighbor had seen his kidnapping and gotten the kidnapper's license plate number. Jeff was saved and his kidnappers were given very long prison sentences.       The End   Photography-Caitiff   Model-Matt   You can see more of Matt at My Friends Feet       Date of Production: 12/27/2001

Bed Buddies pt 2

40 photos; 3:05 video

Gagging the Muscle Daddy

26 photos; 6:18 video

Muscle Daddy played by Ron Jeffries
Nabber played by Jon Storm
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 04/04/2019

Wheeled In

20 photos; 4:59 video

Bound Guy played by Vladimir
Bad Guy played by Sammy
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 4/26/2019

Two Tight

20 photos; 2:30 video

Model: Adam
Model: Jesse Daniels
Photography by Caitiff


ddate of Production: 04/23/2019

Muzzled

18 photos; 3:59 video

BoundGuy played by Cole
Bad Guy played by Chad
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 11/30/2013

Stored Away

28 photos; 5:18 video

Model: Uriah
Photography by Caitiff   Date of Production: 10/14/2011

Got Your Back by Cryptococcus

23 photos; 3:07 video

 
Ben and Todd were recreational drug users, but not dealers. Ben, especially, was always on the lookout for some good blow, even though it sometimes took him far from the gentle neighborhood where the young men lived. Stating that he planned to clean the joint up, Todd had willingly emptied both his wallet and his pockets and antied up his car keys that Saturday morning so Ben could go make a score for the both of them.

True to his word, as soon as Ben left, Todd got out the floor sweeper and threw all the windows open. After a while, he decided the autumn breezes were uncomfortably cool, but the joint DID need airing out . . . so he shrugged into a warm vest and resumed his chores.

Todd decided he'd get the living room and the kitchen, and it was Ben's turn for the bathroom. At least, Todd thought it was, but he wasn't too sure.

Todd heard the door opening and without looking up, said, "Yo, bro. What'd you get?"

"Uh, Todd," said Ben, in a way that made Todd look up.

Behind and slightly to the side of Ben was a man wearing grease-stained jeans, engineer's boots, and a muscle tee. The man's arms and what Ben could see of the man's chest were covered in tattoos.

"What's up?" asked Todd.

Then Ben stepped aside, At the same time, the stranger gave Ben a push with a hand in the middle of his back that sent Ben sprawling artlessly on the floor.

"Oh, fuck," said Todd. "Wait a minute. What the shit's going down here."

"Shut your trap," ordered the man. He was looking around the house,

Todd saw the man's narrowed pupils, and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck spring erect. Slowly, he raised his hands.

"That's right," said the man. "You," he pointed at Todd, "on the couch." He turned to Ben, who was still on the floor. "And you run fetch that clothesline I see in your back yard. Pull any shit, and it's your friend's funeral."

"Uh, yes," said Ben, and he scrabbled on his elbows and knees for the door.

"What is it you want?" asked Todd. He saw the stranger watching Ben through the back door.

"I want the rest of your roll," said the man. "I saw what your buddy was flashing, and with that kind of dough, I knew there'd either be more of it, or I'd find some really good stash here."

"We don't have anything here," said Ben. "Todd had all our money, He was supposed to go score for us this morning."

Todd appeared. In his haste, he had ripped down all three clothesline segments and returned with them, clothespins and all. With his eyes wide, he dropped them at the strangers feet.

"You, too," the man said, "on the couch."

Todd nervously took his place beside Ben. Both men watched as the tattooed guy knelt to slice the clothesline into manageable pieces.

"What you gonna do to us?" asked Ben.

"Gonna tie you up, and maybe gonna beat the shit outta you if you don't tell me where your stash and cash are right now!"

"Crap, man. I already told you. We ain't got no stash, and Todd had all the dough we could scrounge up."

"For your sake," said the man, "that better not be so." He pointed the gun at Todd. "Stand up," he ordered, "and put your hands behind your back."

Minutes later, Todd and Ben were bound at wrists and ankles. Ben sat on the edge of the couch, with fight or flight resounding within him with the adrenaline that thrummed in his veins. It was a totally helpless feeling, and it peaked when the stranger pulled an old sock between Ben's teeth and used the last of a roll of duct tape to gag Todd. Then the man left the room.

Todd, to Ben's amazement, then came to his feet and hopped over to the door. Ben heard the tattooed man rummaging around in the kitchen, and he hopped over to his roommate. Ben then shook his head. Count on Todd to be anal retentive, he thought. Todd had secured the safety chain before dumping the clothesline on the floor.

Then Todd had an idea. He turned his back to Ben and touched the other man's bound hands, asking, imploring his assistance, but Ben's vest was pulled down over his bound wrists, and there was little that the other man could do.

"Ya'll ain't got shit in the fridge," called the man from the kitchen. Then he returned and found the two men at the door. He was instantly annoyed. "Okay," he said. "You two dumb shits get down on the floor right this instant. I'm gonna turn this place upside down, and I ain't gonna have you wandering around while I do it!"

He then roped Ben and Todd together, back-to-back.

Ben and Todd then watched as the man carted out their possessions. Then they heard the sound of Ben's car start up. As the sound of the motor dwindled in the distance, Todd heard Ben say something. It was muffled by the sock gag, but it sounded a lot like, "This is all your fault, you dumbass."

And Todd, for once, had to agree, but there was no way he was ever going to admit it to Ben.     Todd played by Sammy   Ben played by Mike   Photography by Caitiff  

Jay

27 photos